<?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-5227399778853443021</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:55.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raihanah Mohammed Ali</title><subtitle type='html'>My life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8555325676404761146</id><published>2008-02-19T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:07:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRANDED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   Once in the life time experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learn my lesson from yesterday. NEVER do a late night meeting! I got off pretty late and end up being stranded in Sengkang! The among of fear in me, only i knew it! Worst come to worst my handphone went dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Dev came to help me. I think i would end up crying of fear as I seriously unsure of where am i going. All I saw was an empty eerie road wit signs. Buangkok was my last sign i saw.  In getting to help me, i was told to get back to sengkang mrt which also end me up being lost! I almost teared as i was really afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived i got in the cab and went all quiet. He spent da whole night with me after that which turn out to be abig scolding from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am really grateful with Dev that i forget the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we chat in yasin corner then we sat at the playground on my area. Basically i repay it by talking to him the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much i was screamed by my mum to get home which i did. I didn't sleep though after which i went to send my shakila and go a 12 km jog. Finally i managed to get that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main aim is to slim down!!! i hope to do the 12km marathon everyday until i actually slim down a lot! Along the way i need to endure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not sleeping and being tired, i need to get to ACT 3. The actual meet was supposed to be at 10 am but got thw rong information from farhana and now i'm in a deep soup!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will go as i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish something beyond imagination like yesterday itself to happen again!! NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5227399778853443021-8555325676404761146?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8555325676404761146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8555325676404761146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8555325676404761146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8555325676404761146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/stranded.html' title='STRANDED'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-2335701265247126899</id><published>2008-02-17T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:07:17.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The mind boozing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am getting tired about Kris. Whoever is coming in my life is not going to be interfered with the fact that Kris is in my life. This is so as i know he will get busy once more and it's about time that he will chuck me one side again. I will give him one bloody month and everything will get back to square one. I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what will happen but I'm getting pretty fed up with him. Thus i don't care anymore.Yesterday happening makes me feel more worst. I realised that he is way too different from me and for me! I'm kind of ashame of him and I'm really sad to admit this as I see throught the difference in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my confusion,  i went walking around Lorong Limau, this morning to release my tension. All the way i thought and realy felt that we are not supposed to be together.&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worst, he topped up my prepaid and will be doing it every week. The among of guilt and confusion i have only me myself and I can understand! *SADNESS*&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,I am really sad on how confused person i can turn out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, he will still keep on turning to me in life. I wonder where this will lead us? To hatred or marriage. I wonder!This mind boozing will never end till something bad or good happen!&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/5227399778853443021-2335701265247126899?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2335701265247126899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=2335701265247126899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2335701265247126899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2335701265247126899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-boozing-i-have-been-thinking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-2743569103370981455</id><published>2008-02-17T14:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:46.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;                                                               Aaaachooooo REMIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent at home from morning till afternoon. I had flu and had been sneezing none stop. Worst come to worst i had to attend the Zouk function. Not knowing on how to go, Kris send me there. That was really sweet of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty a boring night. I have learn one lesson from yesterday; never held a fashion in a club! It's BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgb2gDsdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b_tXMO5wl_o/s1600-h/1181877699zouk_2_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgb2gDsdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b_tXMO5wl_o/s320/1181877699zouk_2_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845866521997778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgYGgDscI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qh7ev4TAyPE/s1600-h/zouk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgYGgDscI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qh7ev4TAyPE/s320/zouk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845802097488322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgTGgDsbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q7AnzDsiB5U/s1600-h/Photo0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgTGgDsbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q7AnzDsiB5U/s320/Photo0428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845716198142386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgPGgDsaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xwLrtNH_dRo/s1600-h/Photo0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgPGgDsaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xwLrtNH_dRo/s320/Photo0427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845647478665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, along the way i was thinking about how sweet Kris was to buy me a tissue when i really in need of it. I really  felt guilty for treating him bad. The night got me even more frustrated. I thought he is going to fetch me but no he didn't cause he had a studio book for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sickness has got into me and i was mad at him and went pretty paranoid over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended me going me geting back early. It's not only by me but all ; the event wasn't happening at all.&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/5227399778853443021-2743569103370981455?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2743569103370981455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=2743569103370981455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2743569103370981455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2743569103370981455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/aaaachooooo-remix-yesterday-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7fgb2gDsdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b_tXMO5wl_o/s72-c/1181877699zouk_2_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-1472133421711788129</id><published>2008-02-16T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Khabi Khazi feva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We met. We dine. We joke. We choke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's what we did. The Vday mets khabi khazi feva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Me and Kris met and we 'dine' in MacD. Oh well we missed each other a lot; i  guess. At least i do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Got to know he is a MBA graduate now; majoring in arts in UK. I loike! Despite of such, hes not a change man. Well  he's a bit KK but pretty much the same from what he was before. We chat and updated on what has happened in between the hollow gaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7affWgDsYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-Upz874ze_c/s1600-h/Photo0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7affWgDsYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-Upz874ze_c/s320/Photo0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167492983419023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I ended following him to a Bengali show again! Man how i don't i understand the purpose of the show! The young children  are the only source of my attention there! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In midst of his set up, we went to have a drink which then leads us to a Valentine shop. Its a DJ shop i guess and it's  a good thing that i did follow him.:p I swear i have been wanting to know such 'lobangs'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The day continued with me aiming the shop for another visit! Me ended chatting with Bala as Kris got pretty stressed up with the Bengali's which i don't wish to mention. Anyway it was fun talking to both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The khabi khazi day ends with a khabi khazi situation of course. i didn't get to DXO just because of the stupid road blocked! KHABI KHAZI indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There the first day of Kris back in my life again. I wonder when will he get busy and things get all over the place again. Pretty interesting relationship; don't you think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He's somebody special i guess; yet to have anyone being better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one will understand this beside me myself and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&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/5227399778853443021-1472133421711788129?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1472133421711788129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=1472133421711788129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/1472133421711788129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/1472133421711788129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/khabi-khazi-feva-we-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7affWgDsYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-Upz874ze_c/s72-c/Photo0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-5453257294048517004</id><published>2008-02-14T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:52:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FUCK!!! MY COM REFORTMAT By itself..god knows how...i suspected shakila but..nvm!.. ishhh i have lost alll my songs, photos, my FYp stuff!! my PP stuff!! ALLLL GONE!!!!!!!!! !!! fuck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-5453257294048517004?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5453257294048517004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=5453257294048517004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/5453257294048517004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/5453257294048517004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-my-com-refortmat-by-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-7242543445250904709</id><published>2008-02-13T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:47.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am not well today and i don't know what's the cause of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I shivered in my way to getting up in the morning. I thought of not going to school but i still did. In my way there, my nose is giving me another set of problem. My head hurts like crazy and i almost vomited when i got in woodlands and still i am unsure why!! Due to that, I got late by 1 hour today.Like yesterday i rather keep away as my paranoid feelings is still conquering me! isshhhh!! i hate being in this situation; more to more with my head hurts like crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Workshop was another part to recalling my class activities. Today was touched on stage manager role and the lighting role. I think to be in CAP, the role is much easier as compare when running a drama show itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A stage manager must know the schedule sheet well, do a production list, get the contact list and have a tool box as preparations. To be an SM is no joke! It's a hell lot of work to do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Next the lighting aspect was something i loike again. It has it's basic touched on like the parnel, source four lightings and Selecon lights. They come in variations that suit most on the requirement of the lighting design. I guess to be a professional in this role, one must have alot of exeperince in the industry itself as to what Tony mentioned in class, no show is without a problem! There are bound to have problems in last minute calling!! It goes worst for a newbbie like me and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess life set a lot of challenges and obstacles. I have to put my confience and head together that is; and also not forgetting to put my focus to it! This goes the same for my FYP! eventhough they may seem FUCKING irritating!! I tell you i rather keep it shut now as i want the production to work!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For now i want to hit the sack. My bed has call me!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7Ma8mgDsXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pGno6h510Ds/s1600-h/Photo0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7Ma8mgDsXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pGno6h510Ds/s320/Photo0423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166502825953571186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5227399778853443021-7242543445250904709?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/7242543445250904709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=7242543445250904709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/7242543445250904709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/7242543445250904709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-not-well-today-and-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7Ma8mgDsXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pGno6h510Ds/s72-c/Photo0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-4421034693193763132</id><published>2008-02-13T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:13:46.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Some friendship gonna end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My life is like a movie&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take it&lt;br /&gt;and rewind it&lt;br /&gt;and forget about what's behind it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit and wonder who designed it&lt;br /&gt;Who took a movie and my life and combined it&lt;br /&gt;Some people's life is a peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;but not mine&lt;br /&gt;Its so intertwined&lt;br /&gt;with people that don't understand&lt;br /&gt;just strictly demand&lt;br /&gt;Then they got the nerve to wanna be &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.loveislonely.com/poems/showlink-CatID-56.asp#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you're ready to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand you wanna fit in&lt;br /&gt;So you raise your chin&lt;br /&gt;and give em a grin&lt;br /&gt;Now you call em your friend&lt;br /&gt;but sooner or later the friendships gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lameese Carmenar&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/5227399778853443021-4421034693193763132?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4421034693193763132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=4421034693193763132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/4421034693193763132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/4421034693193763132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-friendship-gonna-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-329733496935884821</id><published>2008-02-13T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:21:29.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Strength from Adversity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Tom Allred --- Wyoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-329733496935884821?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/329733496935884821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=329733496935884821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/329733496935884821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/329733496935884821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/strength-from-adversity-man-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-6794923762926971975</id><published>2008-02-12T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7G-_2gDsWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yga-isBMW3Y/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7G-_2gDsWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yga-isBMW3Y/s320/DSC01277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166120251741679970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Illusion? No it's me in my paranoid day. This credit goes to Hana's Soni Ericson's  magic hand phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I lOike this pic..DO YOU??? &lt;/span&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/5227399778853443021-6794923762926971975?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6794923762926971975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=6794923762926971975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6794923762926971975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6794923762926971975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/illusion-no-its-me-in-my-paranoid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R7G-_2gDsWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yga-isBMW3Y/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-1983653486942603280</id><published>2008-02-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:56:35.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know i shouldn't feel this way but I'm having my paranoid feelings again.  I feel that most people are against me. The last time i got this feelings was on my first year in RP and now it's tormenting me back again. I am really afraid that it will ruin me again as i have an aim to make a surprise to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My aim to spin is ever clearer now. I know i don't have contacts but i will somehow make it happen this year for sure! DXO here I come baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The audio lesson in my workshop today makes me reminisced even more the first time when i met MISS mixer. I was a GONG back then. I think I am more clear on what it is now. No doubt i came 2 hours late to the sound workshop; i do get back old memories still. Those were my decent days I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This year is a year where i badly want to show what i am as my anxieties to success is burning ever more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know dance is something irrelevant in my life. Like what Kris used to say, it's just a waste of time. I think he was my waste of time. My passion is my friend.  He is history! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will show him what I am and i am capable to get to a university! I show you basket!!!  ergghhhh..thinking about Kris makes me more angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am lucky that i will have a workshop till late on valentines day. It's something i'm not looking forward to. The day i get a rose on a valentines day will be my luckiest and my first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway my day ended with me in "ngaji" again. It was weird why it didn't turned as always. I guess I am having the paranoid me through out the day! The paranoid me is also making me tired. As of now, I am dead beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I will end this by saying here i come! DJ REAN in the house yaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5227399778853443021-1983653486942603280?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/1983653486942603280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=1983653486942603280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/1983653486942603280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/1983653486942603280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-i-shouldnt-feel-this-way-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-61253091441563126</id><published>2008-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:43:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile,encourage you, being there when needeed, they lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.Appereciate them..always...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Gary Lee --- Maryland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-61253091441563126?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/61253091441563126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=61253091441563126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/61253091441563126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/61253091441563126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/fence-there-was-little-boy-with-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-4884440264860580722</id><published>2008-02-10T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My Latest Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R67L62gDsUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ydXBWHnByQ/s1600-h/Photo0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R67L62gDsUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ydXBWHnByQ/s320/Photo0413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165290034563363138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R67MC2gDsVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ITGlE7_LE3k/s1600-h/Photo0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R67MC2gDsVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ITGlE7_LE3k/s320/Photo0414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165290172002316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think i can crazy without these things now...'They' complete my life.&lt;/span&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/5227399778853443021-4884440264860580722?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/4884440264860580722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=4884440264860580722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/4884440264860580722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/4884440264860580722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-latest-obsessions-i-think-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R67L62gDsUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ydXBWHnByQ/s72-c/Photo0413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-6415419181967757911</id><published>2008-02-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:30:28.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MY WISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Allah! The practices of all these people are so tiresome,&lt;br /&gt;  That even within their midst I feel so lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;  The noise of the world urges me to run away&lt;br /&gt;  To a quiet place where silence begins and ends each day.&lt;br /&gt;  A place where movement will always yield to stillness,&lt;br /&gt;  And speech is completely awed by silence.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes I feel I am dying for this quietness;&lt;br /&gt;  To live in a hut near a mountain will be pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;  The worries of the world burden me greatly, and from them I wish to part&lt;br /&gt;  Then I can live in solitude while the thorns of sadness leave my heart.&lt;br /&gt;  These birds who sit in the tree singing all day long…&lt;br /&gt;  Their chirping is beautiful and will be my song.&lt;br /&gt;  When I am in need of music I will listen to the waterfall's sound.&lt;br /&gt;  Harmony existing between the birds' song and the water rushing down.&lt;br /&gt;  The wine cup will be my view, the buds my messengers.&lt;br /&gt;  These two friends will inform me of any visitors.&lt;br /&gt;  With my hand for a pillow and grass for my bed,&lt;br /&gt;  I shall pass away the nights with good thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;  This is the best way to live, among all this tranquil solitude.&lt;br /&gt;  It helps put to shame and open the eyes of the multitude.&lt;br /&gt;  The nightingale will know me so well that she will sit near,&lt;br /&gt;  Because she shall know that I would never cause her any fear.&lt;br /&gt;  On both sides of the river will be flowers gazing at their reflection,&lt;br /&gt;  In the cool, clear blue water, as it runs with perfection.&lt;br /&gt;  The mountain scenery just beyond the river will be beautifully exquisite,&lt;br /&gt;  That even the water will try to rise in waves just to see it.&lt;br /&gt;  In the lap of earth all greenery shall be at rest,&lt;br /&gt;  And the water will return among the bushes to glisten at its best.&lt;br /&gt;  Gazing at its reflection will be the bending branch of a tree,&lt;br /&gt;  Just as a maiden perches by a mirror, admiring her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;  When the sun puts henna on the evening bride, the flowers present a golden chest,&lt;br /&gt;  That the bride can take this along with her as a gift from all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;  When travelers get tired in the night and are looking for a place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;  Let my broken lamp provide hope for them to wander my way.&lt;br /&gt;  O Allah! Whenever the dark clouds are hovering in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;  Let lightning illuminate my hut so they wont pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;  The early dawn cuckoo is the caller of prayer, and I listen to her&lt;br /&gt;  Instead of the priest's sermons; I listen to the azaan coming from this bird.&lt;br /&gt;  When dew falls on the flowers as a ceremonious cleansing,&lt;br /&gt;  My tears will be my wudu and my prayer will be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;  Let my voice depart from this place and touch the caravan of stars above me,&lt;br /&gt;  So it can ring a bell to signify we should all live peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;  O Allah! Let my cry make all those empathetic hearts ache,&lt;br /&gt;  And the ones who are unconscious or indifferent, awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-6415419181967757911?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6415419181967757911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=6415419181967757911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6415419181967757911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6415419181967757911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-wishes-o-allah-practices-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-2711537969798409680</id><published>2008-02-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_5ztiosqovLc/R66acWgDsQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5UabqSfcjHA/s1600-h/1_104350379l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66acWgDsQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5UabqSfcjHA/s320/1_104350379l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165235634507591938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6206WgDsOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MpksUiZ10D0/s1600-h/1_104350379l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6206WgDsOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MpksUiZ10D0/s320/1_104350379l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164983262229278946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I practically have spend it observing my surroundings. And besides that, I am a religious class addict too...hahaha...( I have to.:P)&lt;br /&gt;Well I took this picture simply because it has a very interesting design;  a director's action box? Interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;YES to 21 or yes to freedom? Take it anyway you want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-2711537969798409680?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2711537969798409680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=2711537969798409680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2711537969798409680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2711537969798409680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-1st-step-to-holiday-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66acWgDsQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5UabqSfcjHA/s72-c/1_104350379l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-3598062124708402896</id><published>2008-02-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:02:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look into this and you will see the meaning of life. It's very true.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;© By Rebecca L. Adki&lt;/span&gt;ns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;I feel the time is getting close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;When we will have to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Ill show that I'll miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;With last words from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;We must be dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;For it has gone to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;The time we have spent together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Will soon be in our past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;I'll forget this day is coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Today I stand here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Trying to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;How much I really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;We'll go our seperate ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;And I'll make it if I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Just hold on to our memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Say Never, Say Goodbye!!!&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/5227399778853443021-3598062124708402896?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3598062124708402896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-5321150504953232960</id><published>2008-02-01T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmOEfaUBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AwLWgECvvIc/s1600-h/30012008%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmOEfaUBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AwLWgECvvIc/s320/30012008%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161941252318056466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmOEfaUBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AwLWgECvvIc/s1600-h/30012008%28015%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmOEfaUBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AwLWgECvvIc/s1600-h/30012008%28015%29.jpg"&gt;I think Gotham penthouse is closing down soon if it continues to have bad publicities.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmckfaUCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qqc5NPrNQIY/s1600-h/31012008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmckfaUCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qqc5NPrNQIY/s320/31012008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161941501426159650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOS never fun..*TRYING TO PUT A HAPPY FACE here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-5321150504953232960?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/5321150504953232960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=5321150504953232960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/5321150504953232960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/5321150504953232960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-gotham-penthouse-is-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LmOEfaUBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AwLWgECvvIc/s72-c/30012008%28015%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8159980807936765248</id><published>2008-02-01T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:50.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing MISSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66cr2gDsTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pYOuP4-fulI/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66cr2gDsTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pYOuP4-fulI/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165238099818819890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66ckGgDsSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZLdje5T3ySc/s1600-h/1_676753296l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66ckGgDsSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZLdje5T3ySc/s320/1_676753296l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165237966674833698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66cbWgDsRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/O8j06LPYYcc/s1600-h/IMG_0042_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66cbWgDsRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/O8j06LPYYcc/s320/IMG_0042_JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165237816350978322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LlqkfaUAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/76v6XS7IqVU/s1600-h/1_676753296l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LlqkfaUAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/76v6XS7IqVU/s320/1_676753296l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161940642432700418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LlnUfaT_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HLgDGF7cKZU/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LlnUfaT_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HLgDGF7cKZU/s320/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161940586598125554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LliEfaT-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/w741xJuKE7c/s1600-h/IMG_0042_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LliEfaT-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/w741xJuKE7c/s320/IMG_0042_JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161940496403812322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i start missing to dance, i look into these pictures. Those moments that i will never forget:'(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-8159980807936765248?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8159980807936765248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8159980807936765248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8159980807936765248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8159980807936765248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/dancing-missed.html' title='Dancing MISSED!'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R66cr2gDsTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pYOuP4-fulI/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-2040633900686788914</id><published>2008-02-01T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:50.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Modern Twelfth Night team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhDUfaT1I/AAAAAAAAADA/26JWPpB9nfY/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhDUfaT1I/AAAAAAAAADA/26JWPpB9nfY/s320/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161935570076323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hard work wasn't paid off though. We were the only team failed to get filmed.* SADNESS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhX0faT4I/AAAAAAAAADY/OVQQ8MVCEn4/s1600-h/IMG_7440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhX0faT4I/AAAAAAAAADY/OVQQ8MVCEn4/s320/IMG_7440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161935922263641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despites such, there's more to be remembered. Here, our perfectionist Hana seem to be  into  propering our 'shattered glass'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhxUfaT6I/AAAAAAAAADo/iyd1AwHz4BA/s1600-h/IMG_7448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhxUfaT6I/AAAAAAAAADo/iyd1AwHz4BA/s320/IMG_7448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936360350306210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhfEfaT5I/AAAAAAAAADg/QrY85SKEr-g/s1600-h/IMG_7446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhfEfaT5I/AAAAAAAAADg/QrY85SKEr-g/s320/IMG_7446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936046817693586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others was there to add some flavour to our project too. See how our Wirni get involved in the make interpretation here and how our lighting 'crew' set up the sounds and lights. It was all memorable,especially for Rachel.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhOEfaT2I/AAAAAAAAADI/PMq0-e9TNKI/s1600-h/IMG_7438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhOEfaT2I/AAAAAAAAADI/PMq0-e9TNKI/s320/IMG_7438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161935754759917410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all the nice work, everyone has to encounter messy area! hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-2040633900686788914?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2040633900686788914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=2040633900686788914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2040633900686788914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2040633900686788914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/02/modern-twelfth-night-team-our-hard-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R6LhDUfaT1I/AAAAAAAAADA/26JWPpB9nfY/s72-c/DSC01168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-3964536167051321055</id><published>2008-01-28T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R52CXEfaT0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g_Wxp-9238g/s1600-h/understand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R52CXEfaT0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g_Wxp-9238g/s320/understand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160424080890548034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look into everything as an opportunity and not the flaws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is how a good leader see thinks I have never thought of it line before. I guess this is what they meant by everyday there's something new to learnt. :D&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/5227399778853443021-3964536167051321055?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/3964536167051321055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=3964536167051321055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/3964536167051321055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/3964536167051321055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/eye-opener.html' title='An eye opener'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R52CXEfaT0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/g_Wxp-9238g/s72-c/understand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-6832377620734447138</id><published>2008-01-28T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:17:04.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a JOB!</title><content type='html'>3 months w/o a job??? what the hell?!!  I need a job... Ohh well today would be my first day to be AIA.. Lets see how it all going to be ya..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-6832377620734447138?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/6832377620734447138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=6832377620734447138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6832377620734447138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/6832377620734447138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-job.html' title='I need a JOB!'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8977428741759024875</id><published>2008-01-27T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:51.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5t6wEfaTyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xy3vdln00cg/s1600-h/108032087m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5t6wEfaTyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xy3vdln00cg/s320/108032087m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159852764340834082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5t7d0faTzI/AAAAAAAAACw/hgRBd7OqftU/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5t7d0faTzI/AAAAAAAAACw/hgRBd7OqftU/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159853550319849266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; As i sit here with nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;all i think about is you&lt;br /&gt;all those good memories we shared&lt;br /&gt;and all that time i thought you really cared&lt;br /&gt;i was mistaken&lt;br /&gt;you were already taken&lt;br /&gt;by a girl that you thought was betta den me&lt;br /&gt;as i can see&lt;br /&gt;my heart was already broken&lt;br /&gt;before you had spoken&lt;br /&gt;then you said the words that i did not want to hear&lt;br /&gt;so loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;now i have to understand the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i am FORGOTTEN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 1 day to know a person, 2 days to date, 1 week to stead, i month to fake AND  take centuries to FADE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-8977428741759024875?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8977428741759024875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8977428741759024875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8977428741759024875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8977428741759024875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/memories-of-you.html' title='Memories of you'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5t6wEfaTyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xy3vdln00cg/s72-c/108032087m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8168849511852048438</id><published>2008-01-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:51.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that u know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I know u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know u like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; u know i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u know i like you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; u know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we weren't meant to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thats why we know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it better to stay friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because we both know too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by Naty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5txZUfaTxI/AAAAAAAAACg/f8DiyfVLMjo/s1600-h/Photo0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5txZUfaTxI/AAAAAAAAACg/f8DiyfVLMjo/s320/Photo0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159842477894160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am super sleepy which means i can't eat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Doing a language seeking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;leads me on to reminising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The old me who use to sing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;with anything that have cling...:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;by Rean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-8168849511852048438?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8168849511852048438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8168849511852048438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8168849511852048438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8168849511852048438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-that-u-know.html' title='I know that u know'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5txZUfaTxI/AAAAAAAAACg/f8DiyfVLMjo/s72-c/Photo0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8594015810832676578</id><published>2008-01-26T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da SUCKY MR &amp; MS RP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rhN0faTwI/AAAAAAAAACY/ge7L6_PypFs/s1600-h/Photo0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rhN0faTwI/AAAAAAAAACY/ge7L6_PypFs/s320/Photo0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159683950651264770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAT DA FUCK??!!! They are not even close to appealing! I can say i had fun criticising.&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/5227399778853443021-8594015810832676578?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8594015810832676578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8594015810832676578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8594015810832676578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8594015810832676578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-sucky-mr-ms-rp.html' title='Da SUCKY MR &amp; MS RP'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rhN0faTwI/AAAAAAAAACY/ge7L6_PypFs/s72-c/Photo0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-2906049271278214685</id><published>2008-01-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:53:52.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 January 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5re8EfaTtI/AAAAAAAAACA/LzfhiEhu-qA/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5re8EfaTtI/AAAAAAAAACA/LzfhiEhu-qA/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159681446685331154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rfO0faTuI/AAAAAAAAACI/fd6RkTqmjUQ/s1600-h/Boss+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rfO0faTuI/AAAAAAAAACI/fd6RkTqmjUQ/s320/Boss+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159681768807878370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rfO0faTuI/AAAAAAAAACI/fd6RkTqmjUQ/s1600-h/Boss+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rfh0faTvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JeJrr6UORHg/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5rfh0faTvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JeJrr6UORHg/s320/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159682095225392882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I touched my blog back..now I'm a blogger,  frienster user, myspace owner and facebook craze...how about that? Networking indeed!!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-2906049271278214685?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/2906049271278214685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=2906049271278214685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2906049271278214685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/2906049271278214685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2008/01/16-january-2008.html' title='16 January 2008'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ztiosqovLc/R5re8EfaTtI/AAAAAAAAACA/LzfhiEhu-qA/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227399778853443021.post-8566704193591825835</id><published>2007-01-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:59:52.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  New Year’s Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each year I resolve with the strongest intent&lt;br /&gt;To be better this year than the last.&lt;br /&gt;And I work very hard; the rules hardly get bent,&lt;br /&gt;But this discipline gets old so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But with this new year I just know I’ll win out,&lt;br /&gt;Just watch how I do and you’ll see!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to have yet another blowout;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be good as I know I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, if wicked things beckon, and I’m not so strong,&lt;br /&gt;If I weaken and fall on my ast,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be thankful again that you’ll help me along&lt;br /&gt;As you have during all new years past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so grateful that you’re my (title)!  Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Happy 2007 peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;My new resolution is to make everyone happy. They happy, i'm happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to achieve most of my dreams toooo. Earn money &amp; change my family mundane life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish &amp;amp; I wish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227399778853443021-8566704193591825835?l=paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/feeds/8566704193591825835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5227399778853443021&amp;postID=8566704193591825835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8566704193591825835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227399778853443021/posts/default/8566704193591825835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paris-ren-woman.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Rean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173441911525339702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
