<?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-8875261457373816981</id><updated>2012-01-03T18:12:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loretta's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-994136267010544884</id><published>2012-01-03T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:12:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye &amp;amp; Farewell, cruel rabbit year 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much have happen during the year 2011... from January till December... everything went so wrong with my life... so much dramas, so much tragedies... the year 2011 has not been on my side... keep putting me down and challenging me... worst year ever in my life!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But life still goes on... gotta be strong for what's to come...looking at the brighter side... hoping for the best... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcoming 2012 (Dragon year) with open arms... &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;New year, new life, new beginnings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... hope 2012 will treat me better... fingers crossed!!! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-994136267010544884?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/994136267010544884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011-hello-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/994136267010544884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/994136267010544884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011-hello-2012.html' title='Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-3352272413732512550</id><published>2011-12-19T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:56:45.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend's wedding - Su Ann &amp; Joe Han (17 December 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtOvBOTyX00&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtOvBOTyX00&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB51s1JuApQ/Tu4H5Oum1vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Se6fi8yb3yY/s1600/IMAG1158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB51s1JuApQ/Tu4H5Oum1vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Se6fi8yb3yY/s400/IMAG1158.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8vjA0aLO_Y/Tu4HpgvWi1I/AAAAAAAAARk/pjvp5AtK8c8/s1600/374297_10150434245461943_507751942_8764689_117996556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8vjA0aLO_Y/Tu4HpgvWi1I/AAAAAAAAARk/pjvp5AtK8c8/s400/374297_10150434245461943_507751942_8764689_117996556_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-sijlFz8jvHU/Tu4ITKOf_9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4bpKVx7hDJE/s1600/IMAG1160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sijlFz8jvHU/Tu4ITKOf_9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4bpKVx7hDJE/s400/IMAG1160.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Firstly and once again, I would like to congratulate my beautiful dearest best friend, Su Ann, for her wedding with her sweetheart, Joe Han...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was indeed a very sweet, touching, beautiful and lovely wedding... I can say it was the best wedding I have ever been to... Su Ann has put so much time and effort into it... making preparations and arrangements even into the smallest details for this special day which turns out so wonderful... the colour theme for her wedding was BLUE &amp;amp; GREY... venue at Parkroyal Hotel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was one of Su Ann's bridesmaids together with Susan... making 3 of us together...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-n7Up2o2ijn4/Tv3PfGMFF7I/AAAAAAAAASI/5zfBMNkOI0w/s1600/383580_2605805435755_1573485693_32410270_1550325683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7Up2o2ijn4/Tv3PfGMFF7I/AAAAAAAAASI/5zfBMNkOI0w/s320/383580_2605805435755_1573485693_32410270_1550325683_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The morning session which is the ROM was held at the hotel's garden overlooking the beautiful beach... red carpet was laid out, chairs are being arranged with blue ribbons tied to them and a lovely arch are being set up overlooking the beach which makes the scene so beautiful... as the flower girl walks in 'sprinkling' flower petals on the ground, followed by Su Ann's two beautiful and cute nieces and of course not forgetting the bridesmaids (three of us were all so nervous about the walk that we even tried to practise it late in the middle of the night at the vacant garden in the dark... hahaha), and finally, here comes the lovely bride of the day wearing a long beautiful custom made white wedding gown tied with blue ribbon walking down the aisle holding her brother's arm... as about to reach the end of the aisle, suddenly Su Ann stop to give her beloved dad a kiss and a hug which brings tears to everyone's eyes as it was so touching and beautiful... and this is the first time ever I cried in a wedding... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tears of joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Su Ann requested us bridesmaids a few months back to make preparations to give a speech during her wedding dinner... when I first heard it, I was so reluctant as I have this stage fright where nervous will start to set in, your hands and mouth are shaking, eyes become blurry, voice shaking too and your mind will blank out... serious, isn't it??? Hahaha... Anyway, I agreed and promised her that I will do my very best to give a speech for her special wedding in spite of maybe I will black out on stage... Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So as the night starts progressing and the time starts approaching for me to give my speech on stage, I was very nervous, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;... but I managed to give my speech (*jumping with joy*) and pull it through in front of nearly 300 people... so scared... I can notice my voice shakes a bit but I delivered it as I promised... (anything for you, just for you)... attached in the end is my speech written especially for you, dear Su Ann... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really hope you like it... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jTBL5K08o0/Tv3QW8-CLvI/AAAAAAAAASU/_2QJV4FnAM0/s1600/380013_10150444924118042_637228041_8524122_107155033_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jTBL5K08o0/Tv3QW8-CLvI/AAAAAAAAASU/_2QJV4FnAM0/s320/380013_10150444924118042_637228041_8524122_107155033_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNUxTYa3YvQ/Tv3Q_RWEYmI/AAAAAAAAASo/6fHDUikD1rs/s1600/385947_10150444925978042_637228041_8524136_791250430_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNUxTYa3YvQ/Tv3Q_RWEYmI/AAAAAAAAASo/6fHDUikD1rs/s320/385947_10150444925978042_637228041_8524136_791250430_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fATAUnI0lfQ/Tv3Qoam_1WI/AAAAAAAAASc/o_xzGLARj4k/s1600/391164_10150444926258042_637228041_8524142_974425406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fATAUnI0lfQ/Tv3Qoam_1WI/AAAAAAAAASc/o_xzGLARj4k/s320/391164_10150444926258042_637228041_8524142_974425406_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The night went on by with special appearance by Santa Claus giving out presents to the children, and a speech by the best man - Andrew... followed by a toast by the toast master - Alfred (also another best man)... then there were the first dance for the newly weds and then joined in by the bridesmaids and best mans and the family members and friends... of course not forgetting the traditional throwing of flower bouquet by the bride to the single ladies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;it used to be a superstition that anyone who got something from the bride would have good fortune in finding a mate - thus who catches the flower bouquet gets married next) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;peech given by Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All in all, as how Susan puts it, "&lt;/span&gt;So happy to witness and also to be part of such a beautiful &amp;amp; blessed wedding -&amp;nbsp; something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue..   &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;there were lotsa simple yet precious &amp;amp; touching moments filled with so much ♥, laughter, happiness &amp;amp; even tears of joy for everyone to cherish &amp;amp; bring home.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lastly, this is my bridesmaid's speech to the lovely couple :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Good evening! I am Loretta, one of the bridesmaids forour lovely bride. I want to start by congratulating the bride and groom, whichby the way look absolutely stunning and gorgeous today. On behalf of them I wouldlike to thank &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;everyone forsharing their day &lt;/span&gt;bycoming here tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Su Ann, when I think back on our adventures sinceschool days, I have nothing but fond memories. You have always been such agreat friend to me in so many ways. We’ve had a lot of fun and laughtertogether and you have always been there for me when things were tough.&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; You are one of the kindest, sweetest, mostgenerous and unselfish people I have ever known&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8875261457373816981" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Joe, it’s been such a pleasure getting to know youfor the past couple of years. I know that you love Su Ann with all your heartand you will cherish her for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My greatest wish for both of you is that your love foreach other will deepen and grow in years to come. I also wish you will have acontinued loving friendship and partnership, that you’ll enjoy success andlaughter and be blessed with lovely children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last but not least, m&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ay you both continue to love, respect, and take careof each other and may your marriage be blessed with lots of happiness. &lt;/span&gt;I wish you the very best andall my love to the both of you. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With lots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of love always, xoxo.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAo8rZvDnr4/Tu4Hq1QwCvI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q6jZ6Yz-KPA/s1600/374928_10150434246146943_507751942_8764695_1818018736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAo8rZvDnr4/Tu4Hq1QwCvI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q6jZ6Yz-KPA/s400/374928_10150434246146943_507751942_8764695_1818018736_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Joe Han (17 December 2011)'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB51s1JuApQ/Tu4H5Oum1vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Se6fi8yb3yY/s72-c/IMAG1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-4658171354565199030</id><published>2011-12-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:25:12.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'New Year’s Eve' Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etI2Go23niQ/TuXVMsX0EzI/AAAAAAAAARU/wdIMFT49VAo/s1600/New_Year%2527s_Eve_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etI2Go23niQ/TuXVMsX0EzI/AAAAAAAAARU/wdIMFT49VAo/s320/New_Year%2527s_Eve_Poster.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAeOwO1YHl4/TuXVNHIwViI/AAAAAAAAARY/6g-um26MI9s/s1600/New-Years-Eve-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAeOwO1YHl4/TuXVNHIwViI/AAAAAAAAARY/6g-um26MI9s/s320/New-Years-Eve-movie-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt; celebrates love, hope, forgiveness, second chances and fresh starts, in the intertwining stories told amidst the pulse and promise of New York City on the most dazzling night of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It only happens once a year: New Year's Eve. It's a time when hopeless can be romantic, and a resolution can become a revelation. And when one night can change everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taglines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one night anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Let the countdown begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ashton Kutcher, Robert De Niro, Chris “Ludacris” Bridges, Halle Berry, Jessica Biel, Jon Bon Jovi, Katherine Heigl, Sofia Vergara, Sarah Jessica Parker, Hilary Swank, Josh Duhamel, Michelle Pfeiffer, Zac Efron, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lea Michele, Abigail Breslin, Héctor Elizondo, Seth Meyers, Til Schweige... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall, it's a great movie... for me, anyway... from Ashton Kutcher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zac Efron, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jon Bon Jovi to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Katherine Heigl... LOVE IT!!! The speech given by &lt;/span&gt;Hilary Swank is also superb... &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the dance moves by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zac Efron in the end.... wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is how the great speech goes:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;It's suspended there to remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate the new year, to stop and reflect on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps, our promises made and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great adventures or closed ourselves down for fear of getting hurt coz that is what new years is all about - getting another chance. A chance to forgive, to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more. And stop worrying about what if and start embracing what would be. So when that ball drops at midnight and it will drop, let's remember to be nice to each other, kind to each other. And not just tonight but all year long... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So let's countdown to 2012... hope the year 2012 will bring all of us more love, happiness, luck, wealth and health... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/S : Who are you gonna kiss at the strike at midnight??? :) &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/8875261457373816981-4658171354565199030?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/4658171354565199030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4658171354565199030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4658171354565199030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve-movie.html' title='&apos;New Year’s Eve&apos; Movie'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etI2Go23niQ/TuXVMsX0EzI/AAAAAAAAARU/wdIMFT49VAo/s72-c/New_Year%2527s_Eve_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8781125075087012473</id><published>2011-11-20T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:19:36.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A heartbreak is a blessing from God. It's just his way of letting you realize he saved you from the wrong one... (",)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if he misses you, he will call you, don't go wondering if he saw your missed call or not&lt;br /&gt;if he wants to see you, he will make a plan with you, don't go chasing after him!&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you, he will make sure you know, don't go digging in his deep inside!&lt;br /&gt;if he believes you are the one, he will find you and will never let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP analyzing his behavior, STOP doubting his intention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A WONDERFUL LADY, AT THE END OF THE DAY IT'S HIS LOSS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8BjY0Ca1Iw/TskKGoEY3KI/AAAAAAAAARE/H9gHxWu68ws/s1600/308549_258123454225544_167821829922374_683182_2074646219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8BjY0Ca1Iw/TskKGoEY3KI/AAAAAAAAARE/H9gHxWu68ws/s1600/308549_258123454225544_167821829922374_683182_2074646219_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyMdBzYKk_4/TsaQ_9MZVeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/w2ksIdvaSNM/s1600/313052_265806246790598_167821829922374_705124_1280393794_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyMdBzYKk_4/TsaQ_9MZVeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/w2ksIdvaSNM/s1600/313052_265806246790598_167821829922374_705124_1280393794_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dcs7jWCMmg/TsaRAni6abI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a00Zds1-Ypc/s1600/314487_274395269265029_167821829922374_731249_1349884904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dcs7jWCMmg/TsaRAni6abI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a00Zds1-Ypc/s400/314487_274395269265029_167821829922374_731249_1349884904_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIvSr-YL_Mo/TsaQ-57FpjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rWPYYcUHAHs/s1600/296584_235334056519692_107459895973776_603241_210593622_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be careful with who you give your heart, coz sometimes it takes a second to fall in love but could take a lifetime to climb out...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_7OogzN54c/TsaNXXvVEHI/AAAAAAAAANk/MV1XN_v5Dxs/s1600/267515_208567862523439_193948303985395_574011_5251181_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_7OogzN54c/TsaNXXvVEHI/AAAAAAAAANk/MV1XN_v5Dxs/s320/267515_208567862523439_193948303985395_574011_5251181_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-Z9KaQZDEzIY/TsaTpBYzslI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Mja2QvQmlS4/s1600/381083_10150372051204500_636034499_7932844_1275269297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCX2yoBzT6g/TsIZcaFzvOI/AAAAAAAAALU/HquZzNZkTho/s1600/185352_219839811396244_193948303985395_611081_4316798_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCX2yoBzT6g/TsIZcaFzvOI/AAAAAAAAALU/HquZzNZkTho/s400/185352_219839811396244_193948303985395_611081_4316798_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izHeKhAP8Gg/TsIZc8p-m5I/AAAAAAAAALc/rrroDyzOkEE/s1600/316283_247840608596164_193948303985395_697340_1837021827_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izHeKhAP8Gg/TsIZc8p-m5I/AAAAAAAAALc/rrroDyzOkEE/s320/316283_247840608596164_193948303985395_697340_1837021827_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Question : How do you recover from a broken heart? After the love of your life crushes your heart into pieces? After everything you've been hoping and dreaming of came crushing down? Do you cry your eyes out? Get drunk? Find a rebound guy? Do something stupid and ridiculous? Why is it call a broken heart when it feels like every part of you is broken and crushed into pieces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How would you face him again? Can you still remain as friends with him? How if he already found someone else? Before you could even get over him? You wonder how he could move on so fast after being together for so long... it's like you don't even mean anything to him? You keep asking yourself what did you do wrong... why did he choose her instead of you... what does she got that you don't... questions keep rushing inside your mind with no answers which is so torturing for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry yourself to sleep the first few weeks in the beginning... you tell your friends you are okay when the truth is you are dying inside... you put on a smile when you are out so that no one would know how deeply crushed you are... you fall asleep hoping you won't wake up... or hoping when you wake up and it is all a bad dream... you feel like the world just fall apart for you... you feel so hopeless and restless... so sad, depressed and you ask yourself what is the meaning of life without him by your side now... you have built your entire life around him and suddenly it is all gone to waste... all the years together, all the laughter and everything you shared together... WHY, you keep asking yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me if he is yours, no matter what he'll come back for you... and it is his lost that he doesn't appreciate you... he said you got to love yourself and show him that it is his mistake to let you go... and never ever give up on love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at first you will be afraid to trust another person... you will be afraid to fall in love again... you are afraid to give your heart to another and put your whole self out there cause you are afraid to get hurt again... you ask yourself will you ever end up alone or if there is really someone out there for you... you blame Cupid and Fate for bringing the two of you together... and you wish the next time you could forward into time and see how the ending is and see whether it is all worthwhile to go on when someone else come along cause you don't want to get hurt again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... you just have to be strong, lift yourself up and move on... forget about him cause you can't change the past... you could only learn from the experiences... I know it's hard and it's easier said than done... but in time everything will work out as it is destined to be... God and time will heal your broken heart and you will find the right person in the right place, the right time and for the right reasons... Love is supposed to be easy and it shouldn't be hard... if you ever have to second guess your position in someone's life then it is a wrong relationship to be in... someone who truly loves you will love you no matter what and he would be proud to show you off to the whole world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not easy to forget the love you once had... and no matter how long you have already broken up, a small part of you will always hurt when you see them with someone else or even heard news about them... a part of you will always love the person...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels like having your heart ripped into pieces, believe me... that is why I'm taking one day at a time to heal my broken heart... keep breathing and keep taking deep breathes when you feel like your heart is gonna stop by all the hurt inside... hurt till it hurts no more... Take all the time you need to heal emotionally... Moving on doesn't take a day, it takes lots of little steps to be able to break free of your broken self... The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live...&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; Having a broken heart is like having broken ribs. Nobody can see it, but it hurts every time you breathe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, love hurts but what is life without love...&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&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/-ZBA3ZK-Itko/TsIZ6iO74NI/AAAAAAAAALk/R34mE-82zns/s1600/283123_218394681540757_193948303985395_606541_1626900_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBA3ZK-Itko/TsIZ6iO74NI/AAAAAAAAALk/R34mE-82zns/s400/283123_218394681540757_193948303985395_606541_1626900_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o07xS2pEWPE/TsKPNUKmQMI/AAAAAAAAANE/9HsapEeRvuw/s1600/298854_266928060012351_215872448451246_746741_1729150865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o07xS2pEWPE/TsKPNUKmQMI/AAAAAAAAANE/9HsapEeRvuw/s320/298854_266928060012351_215872448451246_746741_1729150865_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8875261457373816981-7395134602696565142?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/7395134602696565142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7395134602696565142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7395134602696565142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-bites.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCX2yoBzT6g/TsIZcaFzvOI/AAAAAAAAALU/HquZzNZkTho/s72-c/185352_219839811396244_193948303985395_611081_4316798_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-3178723115296889702</id><published>2011-08-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:39:24.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQq4J_2_HD4/TsIdK77F70I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z890VSEdfgw/s1600/246832_194127733967452_193948303985395_504594_45025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQq4J_2_HD4/TsIdK77F70I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z890VSEdfgw/s320/246832_194127733967452_193948303985395_504594_45025_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5na0OgGB0I/TsKMbbzBbgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Plsecf27FqY/s1600/307734_272920792745810_167821829922374_727266_1251385152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5na0OgGB0I/TsKMbbzBbgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Plsecf27FqY/s1600/307734_272920792745810_167821829922374_727266_1251385152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was almost 20 years ago when we first met... (Wow! Time really flies, don't they?)... I could still remember vaguely that it was our first day in a brand new secondary school, St. George's Girls' School... I can still remember how we used to hang out together during school hours as well as after school hours (remember those times in Komtar as well as in parties?) Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school, each one of us went our different ways to pursue our dreams... going to different colleges and end up in different career path... but however, we always try to stay close to each other through all these years... going to parties and clubs (during our younger years), meeting for lunch/dinner, shopping, exercising, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always confine and seek advise in one another whenever there is a problem that is bothering us... no matter if it involves boyfriends, work place, family or friends... we have always talk things out in the open as we trust each other with our secrets... (I can proudly say, you girls are the only ones that knows a lot of my dark inner secrets that no one else knows about)... And each one of us have our own unique way which complements one another and we know we will always be there for each other... That is the beauty of our friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so hilarious when we think back of the past during our schooling days... we were talking about it some time back and we just can't stop laughing our way through... it was the best time ever with no worries... It was just school, teachers, studying, exams and friends... All of us can still remember one event (and I am very sure those of you who are in the same class as us can remember), where Ms Pon, who threw her lunch (nasi kandar/lemak) at one of our dear friend who just happens to sit behind us cause she was doing her acccounting homework under the table which involves using the calculator instead of paying attention in her BM class while she was teaching... everyone was shocked especially us who was just so close by, luckily no one was hit by the lunch or injured from that... I could still remember Ms Pon said 'I didn't know BM class need to use the calculator'... and after that she just walk out of the classroom... It was really a laughing case when we think back... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after going through the first part of our life together, I know our friendship have grown a solid foundation... there are a lot more for us to go through (meeting our Mr. Right, settling down, getting married, having children and grandchildren...) and I am very sure we will always be there for each other supporting one another... And I am particularly happy for one of my dearest best friend, Su Ann, who have found her life partner and will be settling down soon this year... Wishing you all the happiness in this world, dear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back of all the years, the joy, the laughter and the tears, it is just so amusing how simple a friendship can be... seeing how one another have grown from a clueless little girl to who we are today... all the memories will always be with us and I know we will always cherish those times together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to take this opportunity to thank both of you gals for always being there for me no matter what... through the happy and the hard times... through the laughter, the joy and the tears together with me... I will always cherish our friendship above all and I am so happy and proud to have you gals in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!! Love you gals forever and always... xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is always there,&lt;br /&gt;whether you need advice,&lt;br /&gt;or a pep talk,&lt;br /&gt;or even a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend listens with her heart&lt;br /&gt;and is always honest with you,&lt;br /&gt;even though the truth may not be what you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend knows all your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;understands your fears,&lt;br /&gt;shares your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend never stops believing in you,&lt;br /&gt;even if you give up on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are that kind of friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;you always will be.&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend....&lt;br /&gt;my forever friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Renee Duvall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-epAKu5RaoTI/TlEYnot8f3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GELHmrF0_mA/s1600/C360_2011-03-04+19-53-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-epAKu5RaoTI/TlEYnot8f3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GELHmrF0_mA/s320/C360_2011-03-04+19-53-55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbFsTc7PxhM/TlEYziaYvZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QUOTnTeOzhg/s1600/IMAG0425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbFsTc7PxhM/TlEYziaYvZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QUOTnTeOzhg/s320/IMAG0425.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrBmirpgIpY/Tt-WURnLesI/AAAAAAAAARM/n1wmK4UJl64/s1600/IMAG0855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrBmirpgIpY/Tt-WURnLesI/AAAAAAAAARM/n1wmK4UJl64/s320/IMAG0855.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-3178723115296889702?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/3178723115296889702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3178723115296889702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3178723115296889702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever...'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQq4J_2_HD4/TsIdK77F70I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z890VSEdfgw/s72-c/246832_194127733967452_193948303985395_504594_45025_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-136580893380819495</id><published>2011-08-18T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:10:42.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the single ladies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3klj_u5dmJY/TsIh16o4FJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/thQ3pIMSmro/s1600/293310_10150327872513042_637228041_8050742_1753308991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3klj_u5dmJY/TsIh16o4FJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/thQ3pIMSmro/s400/293310_10150327872513042_637228041_8050742_1753308991_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps ticking so fast once you pass your age of 30, doesn't it? And you would keep wondering how would your life end up to be... single and lonely? happily married? with kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People would keep asking the single girls why aren't you married yet? Why no boyfriend yet? Too choosy, is it? Come on, as if we single girls doesn't want to be attached to someone... They would look at you and wonder what is wrong with you... They should be asking where have all the single, nice man gone to? Everyone wants to be loved by someone, to have someone in their life that they can rely on... to come home to someone who would share their life with... who wouldn't want that? But in order for that, you must first find that someone special... it's not an easy task, I tell you... along the way, you would get  lied to and get your heart broken so many times and every time it would hurt as badly as the one before... it's not like you can just simply grab a guy from the street and marry him, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most guys this age are already simply married or already in a relationship... so what about the rest of the single ladies? Are we destined to be alone cause we didn't grab a guy fast enough compare to the others? Is it because we keep choosing to be in all bad relationships and the good guys have been taken? And the rest of the single guys are afraid to be in a committed relationship? WHAT THEN? For those of you who have found true love in that someone special then good for you... but what about the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you see romantic movies, when you see how a guy loves a woman so much, it just takes my breath away... the way how he supports her, the way he loves and kisses her, the passion and the honesty between them... ooohh.... don't you just long to be that girl... take for example the story in 'The Notebook' and you would know what I mean... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe there is someone destined for everyone in this world... you should have a little more faith and keep looking for that someone special... I believe everything will work out at the right time, in the right place and for the right reasons... I believe in love... I believe in true love...&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ov-BYzo_WU/TsKO8Q_4bsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X7t5q1xLY6M/s1600/298522_305852439443267_288183017876876_1165909_1302312095_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ov-BYzo_WU/TsKO8Q_4bsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X7t5q1xLY6M/s320/298522_305852439443267_288183017876876_1165909_1302312095_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8875261457373816981-136580893380819495?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/136580893380819495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-all-single-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/136580893380819495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/136580893380819495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-all-single-ladies.html' title='To all the single ladies...'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3klj_u5dmJY/TsIh16o4FJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/thQ3pIMSmro/s72-c/293310_10150327872513042_637228041_8050742_1753308991_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8390676920845699229</id><published>2011-01-16T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:32:28.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4GoRAuyXQ/TsIi-FyhuiI/AAAAAAAAAME/AaD744Rhlw0/s1600/319668_223326771065954_151265854938713_625745_714083157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4GoRAuyXQ/TsIi-FyhuiI/AAAAAAAAAME/AaD744Rhlw0/s320/319668_223326771065954_151265854938713_625745_714083157_n.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0XaN_s2E-U/TsIi9jAqjkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ek2QSw_qQhI/s1600/308325_156402104455931_110569935705815_258020_1168731546_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0XaN_s2E-U/TsIi9jAqjkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ek2QSw_qQhI/s320/308325_156402104455931_110569935705815_258020_1168731546_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the church songs that really touches my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;) STILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hide me now &lt;br /&gt;Under your wings &lt;br /&gt;Cover me &lt;br /&gt;Within Your mighty hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar &lt;br /&gt;I will soar with You, above the storm &lt;br /&gt;Father, You are king over the flood &lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know You are God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul, in Christ alone &lt;br /&gt;Know His power, in quietness and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;II) POWER OF YOUR LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I come to You &lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be changed, renewed &lt;br /&gt;Flowing from the grace &lt;br /&gt;That i have found in You &lt;br /&gt;And Lord I have come to know &lt;br /&gt;The weakenesses I see in me &lt;br /&gt;Will be stripped away &lt;br /&gt;By the power of Your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hold me close &lt;br /&gt;Let Your love surround me &lt;br /&gt;Bring me near &lt;br /&gt;Draw me to Your side &lt;br /&gt;And as I wait &lt;br /&gt;I will rise up like the eagle &lt;br /&gt;And I will soar with You &lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit leads me on &lt;br /&gt;In the power of Your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Lord unveil my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Let me see You face to face &lt;br /&gt;The knowledge of Your love &lt;br /&gt;As You live in me &lt;br /&gt;And Lord renew my mind &lt;br /&gt;As Your will unfolds in my life &lt;br /&gt;In living every day &lt;br /&gt;By the power of Your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ending &lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus twice) &lt;br /&gt;And I will soar with You &lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit leads me on &lt;br /&gt;In the power of Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I attended the funeral wake at his house in Tanjung Bungah, in Dewan Sri Pinang as well at the funeral on 28 November 2010... it was a grand state funeral and you can see how much he was adored and respected by the people of all races... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though the younger generations may not know him well enough but from what was written these few days regarding the legacy he has left behind, we truly appreciate what he has done for the state of Penang... from building Komtar, to building the Penang Bridge as well as the Bayan Lepas Industrial Park... what a remarkable job he has done to make Penang known to the world not just for its industrial but also for its tourism...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The state has made a wise decision in renaming the Jelutong and Bayan Lepas Expressway to Tun Dr Lim Chong Eu Expressway as a remembrance of the work he has done in developing the state of Penang from the north-east to the south-west of Penang... Just like what Penang Chief Minister Lim Guan Eng said, "The renaming of this highway is a show of appreciation, recognition and  respect for the progress he brought to the state"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally salute you, Tun Dr Lim Chong Eu for everything you've done for Penang and the sacrifices you've made in making the state a better place for us all... You will always be remembered in the hearts of the people of Penang... Rest in peace... &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/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkRP9uvSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RRjkyfNmL2U/s1600/IMAG0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkRP9uvSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RRjkyfNmL2U/s320/IMAG0060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkVO5C-2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VRYYQlwBC9s/s1600/IMAG0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkVO5C-2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VRYYQlwBC9s/s320/IMAG0056.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkYFvAZqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fsPUc4sbAJ0/s1600/148395_173194799377296_127235530639890_500920_5844428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkYFvAZqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fsPUc4sbAJ0/s320/148395_173194799377296_127235530639890_500920_5844428_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkcref9FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WWDRhAbOj2A/s1600/DSC01139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkcref9FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WWDRhAbOj2A/s320/DSC01139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkiH-ZrAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FSEQg0L9J44/s1600/DSC01114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkiH-ZrAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FSEQg0L9J44/s320/DSC01114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8875261457373816981-5841417552003292048?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/5841417552003292048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-tun-dr-lim-chong-eu-1919-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/5841417552003292048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/5841417552003292048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-tun-dr-lim-chong-eu-1919-2010.html' title='Farewell, Tun Dr Lim Chong Eu (1919-2010)'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TPUkRP9uvSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RRjkyfNmL2U/s72-c/IMAG0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-4829618195847578484</id><published>2010-05-31T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:42:31.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, Kavern Leng (1 Nov 1979 - 28 May 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a very sad weekend for the family... I got to know the news of the passing of my cousin on 28 May 2010 at nearly 2pm... He had passed away at home at around 1.30pm after a very long fight of his cancer... I was one of the very few people to arrive at his house... watching him lying on the bed motionless really kills me inside... we waited for the police report to be done and then watched the caretaker carried him away on his arms like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavern was one of my close cousins from the Leng family... we used to play together when we were small and celebrated CNY together where we children would sit at a smaller table (doing and talking nonsense)&amp;nbsp; apart from the adult table... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kavern had fought strongly and endlessly against his cancer and until his last breath... He was a warrior and a very tough guy... It just breaks my heart cause he was a very bright guy who is just 30 years old (1 year younger than me) and there is still so much future in front of him... I can always remember his birthday cause his birthday is 1 day after mine... we used to talk about the characters of us Scorpion people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would never have thought that this would happen to one of my cousins in my generation... but I know now that he is in a better place, up in the heaven, in the kingdom of GOD and he doesn't have to suffer anymore... You will be deeply missed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;REST IN PEACE, my dear cousin Kavern... we shall meet again one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMFZ_0h-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/doAphaFne5U/s1600/n786286799_2360581_7335080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMFZ_0h-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/doAphaFne5U/s320/n786286799_2360581_7335080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMDRGP1VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/odo_6LwfjKE/s1600/n561052218_1774570_4428476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMDRGP1VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/odo_6LwfjKE/s320/n561052218_1774570_4428476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMh8C-a4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kHmv8zDr0_I/s1600/29087_398215008450_791058450_4202995_8244975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMh8C-a4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kHmv8zDr0_I/s320/29087_398215008450_791058450_4202995_8244975_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-4829618195847578484?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/4829618195847578484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2010/05/rip-kavern-leng-1-nov-1979-28-may-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4829618195847578484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4829618195847578484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2010/05/rip-kavern-leng-1-nov-1979-28-may-2010.html' title='RIP, Kavern Leng (1 Nov 1979 - 28 May 2010)'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/TAOMFZ_0h-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/doAphaFne5U/s72-c/n786286799_2360581_7335080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-9007367018877933932</id><published>2009-11-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:46:44.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Svei-MB_qUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dboioeFpUnI/s1600-h/this-is-it-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Svei-MB_qUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dboioeFpUnI/s320/this-is-it-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401965467319380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when I get to know that there will be a movie on the footage of Michael Jackson's rehearsals to his last concert. I even noted down the date when tickets would go on sale. At first, news were saying tickets are about to be sold out and I was so devastated about it. But I still tried my luck the next time I was in the Gurney Plaza to see whether it was really sold out. The line to the counter was not long as it was at night time. Then when it finally comes to my turn, I was so delighted to know that tickets are still available and I still got to choose good seats. So there it was, 3 tickets happily standing near the computer monitor waiting for the day of showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday afternoon when I brought my mom and my small sister to see 'This Is It' by Michael Jackson. My mom is a huge Michael Jackson's fan and so was I. The movie shows how MJ had prepared himself for his concert. Every detail and every aspects were being attended by him personally. MJ was a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a great concert if MJ was alive. It would have been a great comeback for him. It just saddens me that he didn't get to show the world the concert which he has put all his time, effort and evergy into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why people only start to appreciate someone when they die. When they are alive, people would always put you down. One mistake and the whole world would know, but what about all the good things that are being done by that someone? So what if MJ is weird? So what if he's from black to white? So what if he has make some mistakes? What about all the good humaritarian works he has done for the world? What about all the charity works he has done? What about all the good messages that are being carried out by his songs that will last a lifetime? So before you start to judge someone, like what MJ said in his song, start by looking at the man in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His music, his talent and his legend will live in us forever. He is the greatest entertainer of all time. Rest in peace, King of Pop forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's message to the people was HEAL THE WORLD before it's too late. It starts by all of us. Everyone of us. And to LOVE one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIVES FOREVER ~ MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-9007367018877933932?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/9007367018877933932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/9007367018877933932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/9007367018877933932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Svei-MB_qUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dboioeFpUnI/s72-c/this-is-it-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-3736419499882283491</id><published>2009-11-09T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:47:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL MATES</title><content type='html'>Have you found your soul mate? Is he 'THE ONE' for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A soul mate is someone who loves you no matter what, who knows you and understands you without you even have to say much, who cherish everything about you, who brings the best out of you, who stands by you through thick and thin, who puts you above all and is basically your very best friend in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those lucky ones who have found their soul mates, good for them and congratulations. But how about for those of us who still haven't and are still searching high and low for their soul mate? Have CUPID forgotten about us? Is there a technique to look for our soul mate? Where is he hiding? Where and how do we look for them? And when we finally found someone, how do we know that he is 'THE ONE'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see some grandmothers and grandfathers who still holds hands when they go out like they are still in their dating days. It is so touching seeing them still show how they love each other after all the years together. I want that!!! And I'm pretty sure everyone of you out there also want that in your life. How good it is to have someone who still loves you even after you have grown old (with white hair, wrinkles and loose skins)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies such as 'The Notebook', 'The Twilight Sagas' and also the most recent movie 'The Time Traveler's Wife' shows us that true love do exists and there are soul mates for each one of us. Soul mates who would risk themselves for the one they love. Love that would never cease in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SvegZ4G-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VFeXE7OnZas/s1600-h/2004_the_notebook_wallpaper_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SvegZ4G-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VFeXE7OnZas/s320/2004_the_notebook_wallpaper_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401962644473044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Svegj6MIqJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lx9vyFYwm2g/s1600-h/TimeTravelersWife_Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Svegj6MIqJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lx9vyFYwm2g/s320/TimeTravelersWife_Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401962816830220434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SvegwAYp-wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4rzW6CFCMcU/s1600-h/timetravelers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SvegwAYp-wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4rzW6CFCMcU/s320/timetravelers3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401963024651778818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, never give up on love. Go out and put yourself out there. Have faith and keep looking for your soul mate. Believe that there is someone out there for everyone of us. Open your heart, love yourself and let love come into your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-3736419499882283491?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/3736419499882283491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/11/soul-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3736419499882283491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3736419499882283491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/11/soul-mates.html' title='SOUL MATES'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SvegZ4G-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VFeXE7OnZas/s72-c/2004_the_notebook_wallpaper_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-4093631995639961841</id><published>2009-09-02T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:14:26.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeYuDMhEpI/AAAAAAAAABw/xMe75eSDioA/s1600-h/secret-journal-medium-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeYuDMhEpI/AAAAAAAAABw/xMe75eSDioA/s320/secret-journal-medium-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378602778628754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read Each One Carefully and Think About It for a Second or Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when       I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No       man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,       doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches       your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them       knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who       is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be       the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their       time on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the       right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will       know how to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to       do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust the next       time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try       and know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them       to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMEMBER : WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;  Being happy is the priority of living,&lt;br /&gt;  If u wanna be sad,&lt;br /&gt;  Be sad for something that's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-4093631995639961841?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/4093631995639961841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaningful-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4093631995639961841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4093631995639961841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaningful-thoughts.html' title='Meaningful Thoughts'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeYuDMhEpI/AAAAAAAAABw/xMe75eSDioA/s72-c/secret-journal-medium-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-4628875129820624282</id><published>2009-08-19T17:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:15:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SovBeGz3BYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-fss6YjmfwU/s1600-h/n8526405673_1084588_5772.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371599703537812866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SovBeGz3BYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-fss6YjmfwU/s320/n8526405673_1084588_5772.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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height: 320px; width: 250px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SovA9-ln35I/AAAAAAAAAHw/L0NsqHYUXxM/s1600-h/a-kiss-bella-edward.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371599151574802322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SovA9-ln35I/AAAAAAAAAHw/L0NsqHYUXxM/s320/a-kiss-bella-edward.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 190px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLoretta%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay… Now I’m officially Twilight’s fan… especially towards Edward Cullen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some of my favourite quotes from the Twilight Saga books… hope you’ll love it too like I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twilight Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;2. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;3. I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting…and brilliant…and mysterious…and perfect…and beautiful…and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;4. Bella it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;5. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;6. I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;7. Do I dazzle you? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;8. Your number was up the first time I met you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;9. I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;10. Hadn’t you noticed? I’m breaking all the rules now. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;11. It’s twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;12. He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorius. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;13. Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in-my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that! (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;16. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;17. To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;18. Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;19. You already know how I feel, of course. I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;20. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…What a stupid lamb. What a sick, masochistic lion. (Edward, Bella, Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;21. Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;22. You’re intoxicated by my very presence. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;23. Bring on the shackles — I’m your prisoner. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;24. I may not be a human, but I am a man. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;25. Damn it, Bella! You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;26. I love you. It’s a poor excuse for what I’m doing, but it’s still true. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;27. If you let anything happen to yourself— anything at all — I’m holding you personally responsible. Do you understand that? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;28. I love you. I will always love you, no matter what happens now. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;29. But it won’t be all right when I’m not with you. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;30. It’s like you’ve taken half my self away with you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;31. This couldn’t be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;32. You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ll carry you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;33. I was not finished kissing you. Don’t make me come over there. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;34. I don’t seem to be strong enough to stay away from you, so I suppose that you’ll get your way… whether it kills you or not. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;35. You are my life. You’re the only thing it would hurt me to lose. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;36. Bella, I won’t let anything hurt you — not even yourself. I won’t let go of you once, I promise. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;37. Mostly I dream about being with you forever. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;38. I will stay with you — isn’t that enough? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;39. I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;40. Yes, it is enough. Enough for forever. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;New Moon Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1. My own life meant little to me today. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;2. I didn’t have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere—know, and respond to, whether I was awake or asleep… or even dead, I’d bet. The voice I’d walk through fire for—or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for. Edward. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;3. Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;4. No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself! (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;5. I’ll never put you in danger again, so it’s a moot point. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;6. What if something did happen to you? Would you want me to go off myself? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;7. I’d rather die than be with anyone but you. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;8. I don’t care! You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already! (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;9. I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;10. Don’t worry. You’re human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;11. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;12. His name burst through all the walls I’d built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn’t matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;13. I love a happy ending. They are so rare. (Aro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;14. They have a name for someone who smells the way Bella does to me. They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;15. I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;16. After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;17. I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you! (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;18. I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;19. I’ll earn your trust back somehow. It’s my final act. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;20. You’re wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it’s a joke. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;21. Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;22. I’m a quick learner, Jacob Black, and I don’t make the same mistake twice. I’m here until she orders me away. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Eclipse Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1. I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you. Not if I live a hundred thousand years. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;2. Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all how much I love you? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;3. The outside world holds no interest for me without you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;4. There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something. (Renee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;5. The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it. When he moves, even a little bit, you adjust your position at the same time. Like magnets… or gravity. You’re like a… satellite, or something. (Renee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;6. I’ll be back so soon you won’t have time to miss me. Look after my heart — I’ve left it with you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;7. I love him. Not because he’s beautiful or because he’s rich! I’d much rather he weren’t either one. It would even out the gap between us just a little bit — because he’d still be the most loving and unselfish and brilliant and decent person I’ve ever met. Of course I love him. How hard is that to understand? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;8. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;9. Do you ever think that your life might be easier if you weren’t in love with me? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;10. If there were any way for me to become human for you — no matter what the price was, I would pay it. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;11. I can’t wait to see what Edward does to you! I hope he snaps your neck, you pushy, obnoxious, moronic DOG! (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;12. I’m not going to kill you now, because it would upset Bella. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;13. But if you ever bring her back damaged again — and I don’t care whose fault it is; I don’t care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head — if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;14. She is mine. I didn’t say I would fight fair. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;15. Never be afraid to tell me how you feel, Bella. If this is what you need… You are my first priority. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;16. I had no right to want you — but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what’s become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;17. We’ll go to Vegas — you can wear old jeans and we’ll go to the chapel with the drive-through window. I just want it to be official — that you belong to me and no one else. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;18. Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever — every single day of forever. Will you marry me? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;19. Don’t mess with me, Jake. I swear I won’t stop him if he wants to break your jaw. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;20. You don’t have the faintest idea how much I wish I could do what you’re doing for her, mongrel. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;21. As long as she wants me, I’m here. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;22. All of my best nights have happened since I met you. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;23. When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark — on both of you. I’m not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn’t let me escape the consequences. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;24. You said I could have any part of you I wanted. I want this part. I want every part. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;25. He’s like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun. (Jacob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;26. Edward, I know who I can’t live without. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Breaking Dawn Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;1. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;2. Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;3. I opened my eyes and found his open, too, staring at my face. It made no sense when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;4. Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really no point. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;5. I’ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;6. I tried to comprehend, through the film of tears blinding me, the surreal fact that this amazing person was mine. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;7. I wouldn’t use the word beautiful. Not with you standing here in comparison. (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;8. Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;9. You are making me insane, Bella. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;10. Do you want me to sing to you? I’ll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;11. So you seduced your all-too-willing husband. That’s not a capital offense. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;12. Sex was the key all along? Why didn’t I think of that? I could have saved myself a lot of arguments. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;13. Even you, Jacob Black, cannot hate me as much as I hate myself. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;14. I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;15. The moment Bella’s heart stops beating, I will be begging for you to kill me. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;16. Did you know that ‘I told you so’ has a brother, Jacob? His name is ‘Shut the hell up.’ (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;17. What was the point of me loving you? What was the point of you loving him? When you die, how is that ever right again? What’s the point to all the pain? Mine, yours, his! You’ll kill him, too, not that I care about that. So what was the point of your twisted love story, in the end? (Jacob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;18. I wish I could explain it to you right so that you would understand. I can’t hurt him any more than I could pick up a gun and shoot you. I love him. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;19. Why do you always have to love the wrong things, Bella? (Jacob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;20. This isn’t about them. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her! (Sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;21. You have the most beautiful voice in the universe. Who wouldn’t love it? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;22. Why should I let him get away from what he’d done? Wouldn’t it be more fair – more satisfying – to let him live with nothing, nothing at all? (Jacob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;23. He smiled the kind of smile that would have stopped my heart if it were still beating. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;24. It was like he’d never kissed me – like this was our first kiss. And, in truth, he’d never kissed me this way before. It almost made me feel guilty. Surely I was in breach of the contract. I shouldn’t be allowed to have this, too. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;25. Bella, you have never been merely pretty. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;26. What wouldn’t I give to be able to see into your mind for just this one moment. (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;27. Edward, I don’t want to hurt you, so please let go of me. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;28. He had the most beautiful, perfect body in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn’t feel like I was every going to find a point where I would think, Now I’ve had enough for one day. I was always going to want more. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;29. We would fight, they would fight, and we would all die. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;30. What if your trust in me is the reason that we fail? (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;31. Edward took my hand. He knew that he was included. When I said my fate, there was no question that I meant the two of us. We were just halves of the whole. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;32. Aro, would you ask Jane to stop attacking my wife? (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;33. I couldn’t speak anymore. I lifted my head and kissed him with a passion that might possibly set the forest on fire. I wouldn’t have noticed. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;34. But most significant in this tidal wave of happiness was the surest fact of all: I was with Edward. Forever. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;35. Now you know. No one’s ever loved anyone as much as I love you. (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some websites for the Twilight fans out there… Check this out :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 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height: 320px; width: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNXnqf6WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LQ3R8ZXzoVs/s1600-h/405651c88da0c17e96ab2210.L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369009142702795106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNXnqf6WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LQ3R8ZXzoVs/s320/405651c88da0c17e96ab2210.L.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to the writer, Stephenie Meyer, for this wonderful series of stories. I'm not a typical story book reader myself due to the long working hours and also due to my exams which I need to study for. However, this year after my exam I was introduced to read this book in particular and I was like... "okay, why not"... I've heard about these books before from my friends and I didn't know what was the fuss about these book at first...  After I started reading the first book "Twilight", I was very impressed by it... then when I got to the 2nd and 3rd book, I was really hooked by then... I couldn't stop reading even stayed up to 5am just to continue the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the story so much and of course, in particular "Edward Cullen" character... I know many girls go crazy for Edward after reading the book (I was one of them...). Wish you were Bella, don't you??? :)  I love how the books describe Edward's character so perfectly... beautiful (this is the word that the book describe him as), very so romantic, loving, caring, understanding and would do anything for the one he loves even if it means to die for her... How protective of him to her and would use any way to keep her safe and not hurting her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many scenes that I love in the book... the way how Edward expresses his feelings to Bella (so true and so sure of his love for her forever)... all the things he does for her, always being there for her... and of course in particularly the way he proposes to her... so simple yet so full of romance and love for her...  I wonder if there is really a soul mate for all of us out there... how I wish there is someone like Edward in the real world... (well... I wouldn't mind if he was a vampire also... hahahaha...).  Though the movie "Twilight" is not that good compared to the book, I still watch it as I cannot get enough of Edward... and I would still wait patiently for the next movie "New Moon"... hopefully it gets better (the movie, I mean) and I really hope that Robert Pattinson could really potray Edward's character in the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what can I say... I am truly Edward Cullen's fan... I am a bit frustrated and upset as there is no Edward's version of story in the book... although I get to read Edward's version partially of the first book "Twilight" through the website, I really hope the writer would complete and publish it for those Edward Cullen's fans out there... http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for those of you who have not read the books, I highly recommend that you read it... You will not regret it, trust me... The best romantic book ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNxw6yDfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2QNsjrVyjTc/s1600-h/dfa6810ae7a0209864460210.L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369009591863610866" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNxw6yDfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2QNsjrVyjTc/s320/dfa6810ae7a0209864460210.L.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 187px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNyWMVdNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MbUfNEI9I-Y/s1600-h/c664c0a398a0902cc5fa0210.L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369009601869346002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNyWMVdNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MbUfNEI9I-Y/s320/c664c0a398a0902cc5fa0210.L.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 278px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNy8crvrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QpGbQnfoTQw/s1600-h/stephenie.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369009612138462898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNy8crvrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QpGbQnfoTQw/s320/stephenie.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 250px; width: 172px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-7924577841795508258?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/7924577841795508258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/08/twilight-saga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7924577841795508258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7924577841795508258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/08/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SoKNYBX10eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-AQZManeubA/s72-c/d7a2c060ada06a201fac0210.L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-3575685642191388375</id><published>2009-07-09T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:16:43.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Season or a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sad08oODKtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ddD6py7WP38/s1600-h/couple-on-railroad-tracks-medium-new.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307339270816738002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sad08oODKtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ddD6py7WP38/s320/couple-on-railroad-tracks-medium-new.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 225px; width: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an article that I came across which I thought is very meaningful... Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your  life for a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you know which one it is for a person, you  will know what to do for that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When someone  is in your life for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually to  meet a need you have expressed. They have come to  assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with  guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally,  or spiritually. They may seem like a Godsend, and  they are! They are there for the reason you need them  to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or  at an inconvenient time, this person will say or  do something to bring the relationship to an end.  Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes  they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must  realize is that our need has been met, our desire  fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up  has been answered, and now it is time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some people  come into your life for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;, because your turn has  come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an  experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may  teach you something you have never done. They usually give  you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it!  It is real! But, only for a season.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt;  relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you  must build upon in order to have a solid emotional  foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love  the person, and put what you have learned to use in all  other relationships and areas of your life. It is  said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &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/8875261457373816981-3575685642191388375?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/3575685642191388375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason-season-or-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3575685642191388375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3575685642191388375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season or a Lifetime'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sad08oODKtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ddD6py7WP38/s72-c/couple-on-railroad-tracks-medium-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8386694092965238876</id><published>2009-07-09T02:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:17:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tribute to Michael Jackson – The King of Pop (1958-2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTpBHK8xFI/AAAAAAAAADw/SI6cNsPiMQk/s1600-h/michael+jackson2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356162062164477010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTpBHK8xFI/AAAAAAAAADw/SI6cNsPiMQk/s320/michael+jackson2.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 237px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was 9.30am on 25 June 2009, when my friend told me about the terrible news… I was still sleeping at that time and I was like “Huh? Are you sure?”… Not believing it… then in the instance I switched on my radio and it was all over the radio and then it sets me in that it was really true… radio played his songs throughout the day as a tribute to Michael Jackson … the news really came as a great shock to me and I am pretty sure to everyone else in this world also…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the age of 50 and just under two months more to his 51st birthday, Michael Jackson died of what it seems to be a cardiac arrest… what really cause the death is still under investigation and most suspected is the drugs… Michael Jackson was also going to make a major come back in his career performing… I saw the last video of his rehearsal and he seems pretty fine and healthy to me with great dance moves… But whatever the reason is, the death of Michael Jackson is truly a lost to the world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I grew up listening to his songs… I could still remember all my cousins and me sitting in the living hall and watching Michael Jackson performing on TV… my Aunty Soo See especially loves him very much… the dance moves (which we cannot get enough of, especially that move in Smooth Criminal where he bends down so perfectly), the groundbreaking music videos and especially the inspirational songs and messages (about hope in life, earth and goodness in us all) touches everyone’s heart and soul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqloEhjNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yy7qJyA4JUo/s1600-h/moonwalkerCH50604_468x550.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163788982815954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqloEhjNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yy7qJyA4JUo/s320/moonwalkerCH50604_468x550.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; text-align: center; width: 272px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqaJlWSPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W3iCVfBTRDw/s1600-h/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163591820429554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqaJlWSPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W3iCVfBTRDw/s320/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was such a sad day watching the memorial of Michael Jackson on 7 July 2009 at 1am… I stayed up and watched till 4am… tears keep falling from my eyes throughout the whole thing… it was emotional especially when Brooke Shields gave her speech and near the end when Paris Jackson said how much she loves her dad, it was so heart breaking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTsYlpxZVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mwua_0YNIV8/s1600-h/capt.photo_1247057404986-1-0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356165764018693458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTsYlpxZVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mwua_0YNIV8/s320/capt.photo_1247057404986-1-0.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s always a human nature to look at a person faults and not their contributions… people don’t’ see his legacy and the love, sweet emotions and hope he has designed in his songs and arts… they don’t see the purest of worlds he has created in our hearts and minds and all the contributions and humanitarian works he had made to the world… they don’t see, they don’t feel and they don’t care… all they could think of is preying on the weak and the vulnerable… To keep kicking a man when he is down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what if he has had plastic surgery? Which celebrity hasn’t done it? So what if he built a dreamlike play-fantasy ranch called Neverland for himself? It is his dream and his money and the things that he misses out during his childhood cause he had to work instead… the sacrifices that was made for his success… So what if he loves children and loves being surrounded by them? He has always considers himself a child…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTpfSWoadI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iJtl8ZEAKuY/s1600-h/michael_jackson1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356162580562340306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTpfSWoadI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iJtl8ZEAKuY/s320/michael_jackson1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 212px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michael, you have given us your life… Your music, your moves, your messages for a better world will live on forever and inspire a million more to take it on from where you left… You are a legend and the most talented and brilliant person and truly a gift from GOD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You will be forever missed and remembered, Michael Jackson… Rest in peace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;We Are The World&lt;br /&gt;Man In The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTro6Y3-oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M1iJeTSqVFY/s1600-h/michael_jackson_tasr_ap.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356164944951245442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTro6Y3-oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M1iJeTSqVFY/s320/michael_jackson_tasr_ap.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTp3xgZgEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Dlj1JIO3uQc/s1600-h/michael-jackson_13.Jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163001241665602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTp3xgZgEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Dlj1JIO3uQc/s320/michael-jackson_13.Jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 253px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqEw27gZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pls7vQ3DGoc/s1600-h/michael-jackson3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163224406032786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTqEw27gZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pls7vQ3DGoc/s320/michael-jackson3.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 289px; text-align: center; width: 195px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-8386694092965238876?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/8386694092965238876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-tribute-to-michael-jackson-king-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8386694092965238876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8386694092965238876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-tribute-to-michael-jackson-king-of.html' title='My tribute to Michael Jackson – The King of Pop (1958-2009)'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SlTpBHK8xFI/AAAAAAAAADw/SI6cNsPiMQk/s72-c/michael+jackson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-7507222546143058521</id><published>2009-03-13T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:28:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0jyWX82gXY/TsKNCbJnbtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xDXmvpTRXYg/s1600/382719_269987789706378_215872448451246_757168_723930820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0jyWX82gXY/TsKNCbJnbtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xDXmvpTRXYg/s320/382719_269987789706378_215872448451246_757168_723930820_n.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;TRUST... what is the meaning of this word, you may ask... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; According to merriam-webster.com dictionary, trust means assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, it means to believe that (someone) is honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a relationship, trust is the most important aspect between both parties. It is the foundation to a successful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;What is the meaning of being with someone when you can't even trust them and both of you are living with lies all around you? What is the point then of being together? What is the point when everytime you are not with him your mind keeps wondering whether is he cheating on you...  or whenever his phone rings you wonder is it from another woman and if he's flirting with her? Bad images keep creeping into your mind and all the negativity you would feel towards the relationship... but how can you trust a person when lies are being told again and again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive that person if he had betrayed your trust? Would you give him another chance if he said he was sorry? How would you know he would never do that same thing again? Even if you had forgiven him, would you ever forget about his wrong doings? Your mind will always wonder would he do it again and you may end up do stuffs you would never do for example checking on him and stuffs like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is an important issue cause it could make or break a relationship. If you could never trust that person again then it is hard for you to go on with your life with him/her. It is only when you could get pass this point then there is a possibility that the relationship could survive... But however, what have the person that betrayed your trust done after he had said sorry and never to do it again? Has he really change? Has he been treating you better? What about your daily conversation? Do you feel he is keeping stuffs from you? How if you found out that he has betrayed your trust again? Then what? Then how? What will you do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who has done something bad or something wrong to you will always make you feel bad... They know they have done something wrong so they try to pass the blame on you and make as if it is your mistake... For example, when your boyfriend didn't answers your calls and you were worried sick about him, calls you back like 5 hours later, you asked him where he went and instead of him telling you, he started shouting at you... saying you were checking on him and stuffs like that... so instead of you getting mad at him, it is him who are mad at you.. and stupidly you will try to apologize and then you will forget about the whole matter and he gets off the hock!!! My meaning is, what is the big fuss of telling your girlfriend where you went or with whom you are with if there is nothing going on... it is only when you have something up your sleeves and you are hiding something wrong (such as flirting around) from your girlfriend which makes you react this way... someone who is righteous would never react this way as there is nothing to be afraid of and to tell the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Trust is hard to earn back once that trust is broken... &lt;/span&gt;it may take years before a person can truly trust again... Therefore, telling the truth is critically important if you ever hope to rebuild trust... The truth will always comes out somehow and in some way... Remember this : Everything happens for a reason...&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/-hpBcYP_u1Uo/TsKTJ_QiU1I/AAAAAAAAANM/L-lxiwe_8fo/s1600/318347_232973216756676_232186463502018_619193_1066628530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpBcYP_u1Uo/TsKTJ_QiU1I/AAAAAAAAANM/L-lxiwe_8fo/s320/318347_232973216756676_232186463502018_619193_1066628530_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8875261457373816981-7507222546143058521?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/7507222546143058521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7507222546143058521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/7507222546143058521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0jyWX82gXY/TsKNCbJnbtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xDXmvpTRXYg/s72-c/382719_269987789706378_215872448451246_757168_723930820_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8025362795969127332</id><published>2009-03-06T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:18:27.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose Driven Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SbDgNrs2IEI/AAAAAAAAADg/14PuvoHT97w/s1600-h/book-on-beach-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SbDgNrs2IEI/AAAAAAAAADg/14PuvoHT97w/s320/book-on-beach-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309990486343557186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and know better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals. Don't stagnate.!&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr / Mrs Right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won.&lt;br /&gt;Only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't commit when you are not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except YOU. It is true that life does not get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions. Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in your God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rick Warren -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-8025362795969127332?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/8025362795969127332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/purpose-driven-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8025362795969127332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8025362795969127332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/purpose-driven-life.html' title='The Purpose Driven Life'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SbDgNrs2IEI/AAAAAAAAADg/14PuvoHT97w/s72-c/book-on-beach-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8528215832785675715</id><published>2009-03-04T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:18:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence against women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sa6PzcEEKZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xG0pZTN_Kc/s1600-h/violence-diamond.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sa6PzcEEKZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xG0pZTN_Kc/s320/violence-diamond.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309339124585736594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all heard and know about the recent tragedy news of Chris Brown beating up Rihanna which caused severe swelling and several bruises on Rihanna's face. Pictures of her injury are circulating on the web showing her eyes closed, two contusions on each side of her forehead, bruises over each of her eyes, swollen lips and lacerations on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of opinions on this issue, some supporting Chris Brown and some supporting Rihanna. And according to the latest updates, Chris Brown is fearing for his security and his life as he is a marked man. He faces criminal charges and possible jail time, but he’s going to have to deal with Rihanna’s legion of fans and her close-knit friends in the industry. And now he is apologizing for his actions? Come on man, you should have thought about your actions before you lay your hands on her... don't you think it's a little bit too late for apology now that damage have been done? He should have known better since he himself have experienced domestic violence in his family when seeing his mother allegedly being beaten by his stepfather.... In an interview, he talked about his hatred for his stepfather and said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to always feel the hate for anybody that disrespected a lady. Or called a lady the B-word ... or just disrespected her."&lt;/span&gt; So why is he repeating history himself??? What about the quote he said before???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn or relate a thing or two about the episode I watched on Desperate Housewives the other day, and there is a part where Susan's son was bullied by Gabrielle's bigger size daughter. And Susan wanted Mike and her boyfriend to teach her son to fight in order to defend himself. At first both guys were willing to teach her son but when they both found out that the reason Susan asked them to teach his son is because to fight against Gabrielle's daughter which is a girl, they said NO. Cause they said they would never hit a woman and they would never teach the younger generations to hit a woman either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how some women can tolerate being abused like this... Some even assume it's their fate being in this situation and just sit back and take everything in. Some even lie and cover up for their husband/boyfriend to their friends and relatives when they see bruises on them... Okay... you may say that you love this person very much but I am pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way... A person who loves you will never cause you any pain physically or emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at Rihanna, for example, she is a pretty girl and can have any man she wants, but yet she's willing to accept this kind of behaviour from a boyfriend and now there are rumours that she's back with Chris Brown. Come on, what's wrong with women? Why would you sit back and accept abuse from someone, that’s something I’ll never understand. Would the guy repeat his actions again if he apologises? How many times would you need to suffer for you to wake up to reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of support groups out there trying to help out these poor women and in most  countries there are laws protecting these women... We may also heard over the radio on the advertisement/awareness program about violence against women... Therefore, women should not be afraid to stand up for themselves and fight for their rights!!! In an argument no matter who is right and who is wrong, no one deserves to be abused... words should be use instead of violence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, in my opinion, a man should never hit a woman. NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can easily look up and refer to this website for more information about violence against women: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violence_against_women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sa6Z7MDDzfI/AAAAAAAAADI/QOeWdvFcbYw/s1600-h/491px-Kersnovskaya_LetMeFeedHim_TheLast_Time9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sa6Z7MDDzfI/AAAAAAAAADI/QOeWdvFcbYw/s320/491px-Kersnovskaya_LetMeFeedHim_TheLast_Time9_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309350252841782770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-8528215832785675715?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/8528215832785675715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/violence-against-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8528215832785675715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8528215832785675715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/violence-against-women.html' title='Violence against women'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sa6PzcEEKZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xG0pZTN_Kc/s72-c/violence-diamond.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8780410366171417281</id><published>2009-03-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:08:37.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do men cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sae8wSnVcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNPgbnrRgHY/s1600-h/man-cheating-med-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307418223695983106" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sae8wSnVcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNPgbnrRgHY/s320/man-cheating-med-new.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 225px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Why do men cheat? &lt;/span&gt;Why are men unfaithful? Can infidelity be prevented? Can a wife single-handedly ensure that her husband won't stray? Do a man's friends have anything to do with his willingness to cheat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys say it's because they are not satisfied with their partner... always nagging them and stuffs like that... some guys would say it's just a fling or pleasure, nothing serious or maybe the other girl are much more prettier and more attractive... but is it really true?&lt;/span&gt; The question of why men cheat and whether it is because of sexual dissatisfaction, emotional dissatisfaction, or something else has remained largely unexamined... but still, in my opinion whatever the reason is, it does not give the man the right to cheat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Cheating always starts from nothing... a simple friendship can turn into something and that something might be something terrible... This is how it always works: first, you meet the girl... then you start to slowly talk to her and start a conversation... then phone calls and sms keep becoming more frequent... then you start to go out together in a group... then it become an outing just the 2 of you... then the next thing you know you are holding her hand, kissing her and making out... (it is perfectly okay and a green light for you to go ahead but what if you are seeing somebody else or married? This is where cheating comes in to the relationship...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;By then your wife or girlfriend, who knows nothing about this secret relationship or affair starts suspecting something is wrong (girls always have the best instinct when something is amiss)... of course she would ask you about it and then sure enough 100% you would deny about it... who would admit they are cheating in the first place? Unless evidence are being proven till there is nothing more to say and by then it will be the end of the relationship... of course in some relationships, the girl (girls are always soft hearted and more forgiving) would stupidly forgive and accept the man back hoping he would change for the good... but would he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I personally really don't understand why do man have to cheat... You can see on the Sunday Star newspaper in the Thelma section woman keep writing about how their husband of so many years or boyfriends cheats on them and seeking for advices... Don't the man think of their love ones (wife, girlfriends or even their kids) when they cheat or out flirting with another woman? When he holds her hand or even kisses her, doesn't the image of their girlfriend/wife flashes before them? How can these men even have the thought of even cheating behind their back? Can't these men control their own feelings and urges? What if it is their partners who are cheating behind their back? How would these men feel then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sae8-7LaauI/AAAAAAAAACA/6nWU_TfcQWs/s1600-h/head-in-hands-md-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307418475102890722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sae8-7LaauI/AAAAAAAAACA/6nWU_TfcQWs/s320/head-in-hands-md-new.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;However, some guys would feel guilty after cheating on their partners, but what is the point then? They should have thought about it first before committing to this sinful act... Relationships and families are ruin because of it... A good relationship would break up, families get divorce and children would suffer the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's influence are another reason why men would cheat... Encouragements and supports being given by their friends energizes a man's spirit to go ahead with their cheating acts... Going to prostitute places, seeking China Dolls and so on... These friends would never know the depth of a relationship that are being shared by you and your partner but for some guys in order to show to their friends that they are the MAN or to safe their face, they would go ahead with it...  And I tell you these friends are stupid asshole friends and must be avoided at all cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;BETRAYAL is the word... how could you ever trust the man again? Can you ever trust them back even if they apologize to you and promise this will not happen again? You can forgive but can you ever forget? All the emotional torture that you have to go through... you can't eat and can't sleep and everything seems to be wrong for you when you knew your man is out there cheating with another woman... do these men even know or understand what you have to go through knowing someone you really love and care about had betrayed your love and trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;What do crosses the man's mind when they do decide to cheat? Is it just for the sake of pleasure? Just for the sake of knowing that they still are capable of attracting the opposite sex? Just to know that they still have the skill to lure other woman?&lt;/span&gt; I really don't know and I object to whatever nonsense excuse that would be given by them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Why can't men commit to just one woman? Where is the meaning of true love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;What is the meaning of 'LOVE' then? How about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;fairy tales that says happily ever after? You don't see fairy tales prince charming cheating on the princesses... Where has all the loyalty and truthfulness in this world gone to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;What happened to all the promises that were made when they are together? What about all the passions and happiness that used to share between them? Have it all been forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Relationships are supposed to be based on the truth and honesty... Why do you have to be  attached to somebody if you always have the intentions of cheating behind them? Why don't you be single and alone and then go and flirt with as many girls as you want? Why makes this particular girl miserable with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;If you don't love her anymore then tell her... why drag her around like she's nothing... why don't you release her so that she can find someone else better, who deserves her love and who wants to spend the rest of his life with her and loving her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right thing to do (and the gentleman's way) is to always settle the present relationship first before you start another new relationship... Cheating can shatter trust and breed insecurity and resentment from which some relationships never recover...&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;So girls, before you commit yourself to someone, open your eyes wide and see... cause once a cheater, always a cheater...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; if he could cheat behind his wife or his girlfriend's back to be with you, someday and most probably he will cheat behind your back with someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JmmRShD_HU/TsKOP8tE0QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yTMbuuaBNvY/s1600/304004_264435560261601_215872448451246_738456_1035672318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JmmRShD_HU/TsKOP8tE0QI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yTMbuuaBNvY/s320/304004_264435560261601_215872448451246_738456_1035672318_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&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/8875261457373816981-8780410366171417281?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/8780410366171417281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-men-cheat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8780410366171417281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8780410366171417281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-men-cheat.html' title='Why do men cheat'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/Sae8wSnVcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNPgbnrRgHY/s72-c/man-cheating-med-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-1180816806781379499</id><published>2009-02-27T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:19:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Marry The Right Person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeXjCtihVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1yEChmixhmE/s1600-h/wedding-couple-bag-heads-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeXjCtihVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1yEChmixhmE/s320/wedding-couple-bag-heads-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307377314158511442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?". In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of  love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?". And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain  habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-1180816806781379499?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/1180816806781379499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-marry-right-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/1180816806781379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/1180816806781379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-marry-right-person.html' title='Did You Marry The Right Person?'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeXjCtihVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1yEChmixhmE/s72-c/wedding-couple-bag-heads-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-8450668298656070880</id><published>2009-02-27T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:20:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If A Man Wants You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeX3VdIkqI/AAAAAAAAABo/3A-yK-8OmC8/s1600-h/sexy-couple2-medium-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeX3VdIkqI/AAAAAAAAABo/3A-yK-8OmC8/s320/sexy-couple2-medium-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307377662787359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends."&lt;br /&gt;A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better."&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything.&lt;br /&gt;He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary...  not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;Share this with other ladies..... You'll make someone smile, another&lt;br /&gt;rethink her choices, and another woman prepare. They say it takes a&lt;br /&gt;minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to&lt;br /&gt;love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-8450668298656070880?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/8450668298656070880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-man-wants-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8450668298656070880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/8450668298656070880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-man-wants-you.html' title='If A Man Wants You'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaeX3VdIkqI/AAAAAAAAABo/3A-yK-8OmC8/s72-c/sexy-couple2-medium-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-3203454854939271673</id><published>2009-02-26T12:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:07:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish -  Ashanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLoretta%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a great song... I have always liked this song cause it do reminds us that sometimes we are just so foolish when it comes to love... Heard this song again this morning on the radio as I was getting reading for work and decided to post it to share it out... Listen to the lyrics with those meaningful words which I guess most of us had gone through some time in our lives... This is for all of you girls out there who feels the same... Enjoy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foolish - Ashanti:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't know why ya treating me so bad (treat me so bad) &lt;br /&gt;You said you love me, no one above me &lt;br /&gt;And I was all you had &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is eating for ya &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop crying &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how &lt;br /&gt;I allow you to treat me this way and still I stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong (do me wrong) &lt;br /&gt;See when I'm home, I'm all alone &lt;br /&gt;And you are always gone &lt;br /&gt;And boy, you know I really love you &lt;br /&gt;I can't deny &lt;br /&gt;I can't see how you could &lt;br /&gt;bring me to so many tears &lt;br /&gt;after all these years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhhhh &lt;br /&gt;I trusted you, I trusted you &lt;br /&gt;So sad, so sad &lt;br /&gt;what love will make you do &lt;br /&gt;all the things that we accept &lt;br /&gt;be the things that we regret &lt;br /&gt;to all of my ladies (ladies) that feel me &lt;br /&gt;c'mon sing with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I get the strength to leave &lt;br /&gt;You always tell me that you need me &lt;br /&gt;And I'm weak cause I believe you &lt;br /&gt;And I'm mad because I love you &lt;br /&gt;So I stop and think that maybe &lt;br /&gt;You can learn to appreciate me &lt;br /&gt;Then it all remains the same that &lt;br /&gt;You ain't never gonna change &lt;br /&gt;(never gonna change, never gonna change) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;See my days are cold without you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm hurting while I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;And though my heart can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;I keep on running back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why you hurt me leave me and desert me &lt;br /&gt;Boy I gave you all my heart &lt;br /&gt;And all you did was tear it up &lt;br /&gt;Looking out my window &lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I should go &lt;br /&gt;Even when I pack my bags &lt;br /&gt;There's something always hold me back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaaLOXqnQAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UemvDBZPch0/s1600-h/281x211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307082289889886210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaaLOXqnQAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UemvDBZPch0/s320/281x211.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 211px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 281px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ from the album &lt;b&gt;"Ashanti" &lt;/b&gt;(2002) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;; font-size: 12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-3203454854939271673?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/3203454854939271673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/foolish-ashanti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3203454854939271673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/3203454854939271673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/foolish-ashanti.html' title='Foolish -  Ashanti'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uz3zXVNqHUs/SaaLOXqnQAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UemvDBZPch0/s72-c/281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-5581156140250986254</id><published>2009-02-25T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:20:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder upon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only go as far as you push!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love something... let it go. If it comes back to you its yours... If it doesn't then it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is just a kiss until u find the one you love. A hug is just a hug until its from the one you're thinking of. A dream is just a dream until you make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is just a word until its proven to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world special by just being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship never ends. Friends are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are like stars.... you don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-5581156140250986254?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/5581156140250986254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-ponder-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/5581156140250986254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/5581156140250986254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='Something to ponder upon...'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-6248984549924406117</id><published>2009-02-23T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:21:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice or Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we meet the right person to love, when we're at the right place at the right time, that's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being caught up in a moment (and there are a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what happens afterwards.  When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not a chance. That's a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, crushes, and attraction come to us by chance.  But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding soulmates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this: "Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that soulmates do exist, that there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do something about it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may meet our soulmates by chance, but loving and staying with our soulmate is still a choice we have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love, BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-6248984549924406117?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/6248984549924406117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/choice-or-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/6248984549924406117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/6248984549924406117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/choice-or-chance.html' title='Choice or Chance'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875261457373816981.post-4266103987860800512</id><published>2009-02-23T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:01:35.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay now, let us begin a small step at a time with this new thing... I've just sign up and started this blog and still starting to figure out how to use it, what to post and write here... after seeing some of my friends doing it and having fun blogging makes me just want to give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tune, fingers crossed and we'll see how it goes from here... Cheers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875261457373816981-4266103987860800512?l=lorettaleng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/feeds/4266103987860800512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4266103987860800512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875261457373816981/posts/default/4266103987860800512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettaleng.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog...'/><author><name>lorettaleng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475104293536754241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkGF8Jpepc/TrKQiaG7y1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/acAROad0eBM/s220/IMAG0856copy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
