<?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-26304091</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:24:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunsets and carcrashes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7301072726918227587</id><published>2008-12-14T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:14:05.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Blogger.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye my home for thoughts these past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realise how to live life through my very special friends, who have taught me the very basics of happiness. I never fail to laugh/smile and open up to them whenever we spend time together. The best part is, i never have to plan/ask them out, neither do they have to check their busy schedules to slot me in. They always have time for me and i am somehow included in any plan be it impromptu or getting our heads together to plan an awesome weekend! The best part is, we still have time for our families , which makes me very thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even bestfriend, D thinks he sees a change in me? Chattier, more open and apparently a tad more bimbotic (NOT TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hovering and living nightmares that i wished never ever happened, I guess, the massive hole in my heart has healed over this period of time and i've learnt to become more optimistic about things around me and the true essence of what friendship should encapsulate, enriching indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the sad feelings, thoughts and grudges i have felt for these past two years should be closed and shut away as i open this brand new chapter of what they call a beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here again, as we end this year on a happy note and begin a new one, its time to move to a new ground for happier thoughts, captured moments to be shared with those i love.&lt;br /&gt;I will thus, be shifting.... Thanks, M for helping me set up my beautiful new home with such an apt name to house my many thoughts and pictures....GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa&amp;amp; Trud : The inseperable bestfriend duo, who never fail to provide the consistently best company almost every weekend, increase my social circle ( i think i never attended as many birthday's/outings/movies as i did this year) and lastly, being involved in my life, i think it has been the best thing ever, although studying bootcamp was painful and torturous look at where we are now? It was all worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons &amp;amp; Chun : For being the best drivers! (kidding!) For their never failing attempts to get us from Point A -B, sitting through the mundane study-sessions, buying fabulous food, and joining the all-girl outings! Cons : for joining the races i signed up alone for (sorry for stan chart!) Chun: for the fabulous Mifee and allowing us to crash your place at any hour! And i will never forget the both of you trying to immitate my stress frown! (classic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Bestfriend Soo: Thanks for seeing me through my ups and downs for these past two years. Though you're such an ass at times and though you PMS worse than any girl i know(especially when you quarrel with your girlfriend over the silliest things), i know you never fail to be there for me. You are like the best god-given older brother to me, i know i can always depend on you for anything. ( Since i said so many nice things, can we forget about your brithday gift now? Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar &amp;amp; Melvin: Thanks for never failing to crack me up with your jokes and always attempting to teach me AHEM the more mature things in life. Also, the lessons about being less materialistic (Haha!) which practically happens every outing we meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Your encouragement for applying to the best college (Haha!) I'm in the midst of doing so, i worked so hard last semester with that dream in mind! All your London-based pictures makes it ever-so enticing! Getting there would be the best thing! Enjoy your lovely White Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel: Thank you for the constant meet-ups, where we devoure  comfort food over hearty talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making plans for Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7301072726918227587?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7301072726918227587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7301072726918227587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-blogger.html' title='Goodbye, Blogger.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-72951293847875664</id><published>2008-11-09T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:42:42.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawbNmLqDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YgusiuJ90WQ/s1600-h/09112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590795809138738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawbNmLqDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YgusiuJ90WQ/s320/09112008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawVPzSEyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wLfBiyU-kko/s1600-h/09112008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590693321741090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawVPzSEyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wLfBiyU-kko/s320/09112008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawOVgea7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EBs46XZbTN0/s1600-h/09112008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590574594386866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawOVgea7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EBs46XZbTN0/s320/09112008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-72951293847875664?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/72951293847875664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/72951293847875664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/11/tea-for-two.html' title='Tea for two.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SRawbNmLqDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YgusiuJ90WQ/s72-c/09112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5238141220903929615</id><published>2008-09-14T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:51:09.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there was ever a love song, a love story to share, this would be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will not regret that few minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52w8txtiQs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&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/26304091-5238141220903929615?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5238141220903929615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5238141220903929615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-in-breakdown.html' title='Beauty in the breakdown'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6224893076250876657</id><published>2008-07-16T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:11:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Today, i covered the usual route with a better timing.&lt;br /&gt;Distance : 9km&lt;br /&gt;Timing: 40mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to swim an hour long of laps at the pool beforehand, to train my breathing and stamina. The Shape Run's this Sunday, i hope my trainings have been sufficient to see me through the 10km race at the crack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in dire need of a new pair of running shoes, think i'll stick with another pair of AdiZeros since they're so light weight and breathable in our humid weather. I'm having a hard time choosing between that and the asics ones which are pretty good for long-d as well. Daddy's been bugging me to get a new pair (suprise suprise) apparently because, he hasn't purchased anything in association to my passion for running, which is pretty hilarious because nick's got a smashing new LCD television fufilling his "love" for gaming and sa's recieved a brand new Nikon D60, photography being her new found hobby alongside many others. Darn! i think i have the cheapest hobby in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of training tactics has got me thinking about various methods i should try in order to make running next year's stand chart marathon; reality. Adidas is organising the Berlin Marathon come September 2007, boy would this be a dream, running a route of historic landmarks! ( Just one day, i'll make it there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SH4PVVGOIbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nCuseDC8i_Y/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SH4PVVGOIbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nCuseDC8i_Y/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223629476911260082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six month industrial attachment programme ranking results are finalised. I managed to clinch my first choice, Credit Suisse (Euro Hours), i think its going to be a pretty swell experience (i adore the office building). Bestie's being posted to Royal Bank of Scotland (Derivatives) i'm hoping someone familiar will be there with her to be a Breakfast,Lunch,Dinner/impromptu lunch shopping &amp;amp; Bus Stop companion. Guess we've got lots of planning to do in terms of catching up and spending quality best friend time together, its going to be tough, but i'm sure we can get through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Weekend Ahead:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday &amp; Friday - Training&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Cedele Breakfast with the girls&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Shape Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty incoherent entry, but hey, at least i took time off to update this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-6224893076250876657?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6224893076250876657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6224893076250876657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/07/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SH4PVVGOIbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nCuseDC8i_Y/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8060749985971610424</id><published>2008-07-05T22:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:20:03.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no regrets, just thoughts</title><content type='html'>When life gets rough, its easy to withdraw. But the more you do, the more you feel like you're losing grip. Sometimes, the only place you need to withdraw to is the peaceful corner in your head. I can honestly say, over the past four months, my perspective to life has changed, for the better, i couldn't be happier, the way it has been unfolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the few months, time-off with myself made me do some soul-searching hence, the disappearance. I've come to realise :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should live life, for myself. As selfish as that sounds, it is a fact of life, nothing is fair is it? You gain some, you lose some; its a fair trade. It's somewhat similar to the opportunity cost in the economics theory. I've morphed into a believer in that school of thought, with fine dining pleasures, aston martins, pent-houses, cartier alongside yves saint laurent couture floating at the top of my head. As lustful as it sounds, i'm working my way towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reality check: my passion for running, it gives me such a sense of fulfillment that no other activity in my life has ever given; am trying to realise it by signing up for various runs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Citimilk 9.4km Run ( tommorow!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHAPE Female Run ( July)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nike + Human Race 10km (August)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Eastern Women's 10km (October)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still working on it, i don't think my body can take a half marathon just as yet. I'm hoping to achieve 21km by the end of the year, then maybe the army half next August can be fulfilled. It will be an ultimate dream to complete the Standard Chartered Full Marathon, we'll see how the training goes and determination (of course). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, how time with the lovely family makes me feel so appreciative and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not forgetting, the company of individual friendships that I maintain, they make life so worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-N7Ua1ExI/AAAAAAAAATg/lZaUQmqbfxc/s1600-h/DSC_0092b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546543378731794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-N7Ua1ExI/AAAAAAAAATg/lZaUQmqbfxc/s320/DSC_0092b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-N75lKhyI/AAAAAAAAATw/7mZ2ymN-cXU/s1600-h/DSC_0104b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546553354192674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IgzG_D8I/AAAAAAAAASY/NxQZe9-hKI0/s320/20052008(002)a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhC5WkeI/AAAAAAAAASg/PqKmdu3i5jk/s1600-h/26042008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219540594440180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhC5WkeI/AAAAAAAAASg/PqKmdu3i5jk/s320/26042008a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhHG0wsI/AAAAAAAAASo/zPnGm3ubHGo/s1600-h/22052008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219540595570426562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhHG0wsI/AAAAAAAAASo/zPnGm3ubHGo/s320/22052008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhcK5eaI/AAAAAAAAASw/dfxSZDXkGx0/s1600-h/07062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219540601224657314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-IhcK5eaI/AAAAAAAAASw/dfxSZDXkGx0/s320/07062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's pretty much in place right now (my heart included), i'm contented and will update this space whenever i can, though i doubt anyone's really interested in my training programmes which is pretty much my life right now ( right daniel?) and maybe snippets of my "once in a while" indulgent lifestyle of da paolo, cedele breakfast's, frequent trips to japanese joints, bergamot infused tea sessions at marmalade and cup B frolick with extra youghurt (right grace?) i know you share my sentiments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a comprehensive update, but how could i forget the two, who were there to share my lonely moments and insanity? The two who never fail with their jokes, intellectual talks and walking me 2km from holland v after every hoegaarden/wine/constant shit stir sessions now, J, I AM OFFICIALLY UPSET (haha)that you guys are flying so far away! Jin, bring me a pint sized red london bus back and Sherman, i want a kangaroo plush! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this update is inspired by melvin "my avid reader" ( hope your surprise cupcakes made the cut!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8060749985971610424?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8060749985971610424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8060749985971610424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-regrets-just-thoughts.html' title='no regrets, just thoughts'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SG-N7Ua1ExI/AAAAAAAAATg/lZaUQmqbfxc/s72-c/DSC_0092b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7797363573628975421</id><published>2008-04-26T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:15:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Try?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SBIQNWSYClI/AAAAAAAAASI/_FqxS8Ljf4E/s1600-h/amours_perdus_by_applepea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193231141818600018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SBIQNWSYClI/AAAAAAAAASI/_FqxS8Ljf4E/s200/amours_perdus_by_applepea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought you were a twist of fate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;someone that could teach me how to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;But before I could step out of that comfortable haven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and learn to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust &lt;/span&gt;again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the opportunity &lt;em&gt;vanished&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There I was, left with a million questions and a racing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't given that chance.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for one last try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was, me.with.that.facade.with those walls that don't wear down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Each layer that builds up, each layer, a reminder, a lesson learnt. These walls that protected my very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vulnerability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they just don’t strip down to my soul as easily. I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt;, with all my heart, that it would. But, the bad experiences, they tend to cloud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;, a virtue I thought you encapsulated, I guess I was wrong, &lt;em&gt;so very wrong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I picture your eyes and how they seemed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interwoven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to my thoughts and feelings, I snap myself out of that, thinking, yet another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mistake&lt;/span&gt;, when will you ever learn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then, I console myself with a constant lingering reminder that things happen for reasons far beyond your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serendipity&lt;/strong&gt;, I choose to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&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/26304091-7797363573628975421?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7797363573628975421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7797363573628975421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-last-try.html' title='One Last Try?'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/SBIQNWSYClI/AAAAAAAAASI/_FqxS8Ljf4E/s72-c/amours_perdus_by_applepea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8788136988047130138</id><published>2008-04-13T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:52:39.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>Today, i took my normal running route, with a heavier than usual heart. I sped past that familiar spot, hoping my mind would focus on draining every bit of adrenaline I had in my body to detour, forget, put aside. However, as hard as I tried, I felt this sense of hurt and pain so unimaginable, that I felt it in my heart. Snippets from my memory flashed across my mind, memories filled with emotion which were buried under my laughter, smile and strong facade. I stood there, as I drifted in and out of deep thought. I tried my best to hold back, but the tears, they just wouldn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way? Maybe, just maybe it was the memory of me lying beside you, our shoulders brushed once in a while for warmth as we shared our thoughts and gazed into the night sky. Maybe, it was because you made me feel like that spot was our sanctuary that I used to find a little haven in, that made me feel safe and away from the world. But that's just all a memory right now, a memory to store, lock, forget and let the dust collect. Just one day, when I have the courage to, I'll retrieve them like antique, smile at the good ones and learn from the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remove, cut-out, detox any unhappiness or bitterness I have embedded deep in me. Why can't I let go? I would love to let go, believe me, its just hard. Blame it on the sensitivity of my emotions or the occasional need to indulge in experiences of the past that bring a smile upon my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I've learnt it the hard way. Copious amounts of tears, heartache and being too hopeful has taught me many lessons about life. It is hard for me to bring myself to trust in "love" again, besides its just a term for affection. I'm tired of being someone else's substitute, I'm also tired of playing trial and error in which I'm the trial, I've honestly had enough. I have absolutely no more space to take another one of those emotional blows, simply because before I can piece together my already-torn-apart-heart, I deal with another turmoil and that makes me so terribly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the past is never meant to be forgotten, and some wounds are never meant to be healed and maybe I am meant to remember for a reason. A reason, I can never, ever, define. Or maybe, i'm just meant to be my own wall, my own pillar of strength in which I'm supposed to find comfort in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future holds for me. I'm just hoping that, it'll be images of myself smiling blissfully for the right reasons and giving my love to the right people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8788136988047130138?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8788136988047130138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8788136988047130138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/04/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1580005657812146186</id><published>2008-04-06T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:16:09.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>i saw bruce wayne today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1580005657812146186?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1580005657812146186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1580005657812146186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8986699911602089592</id><published>2008-03-16T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:56:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments.</title><content type='html'>Work life is pretty much mundane, which is one of the reasons why the lack of inspiration has led to a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts of early, my senses awaken to the brew of the day with a strong java accent. Occasionally, I have my eggs scrambled and on other days good old bagel naturally satisfies the overnight hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hustle and bustle of my internship hits me at nine sharp. Dealing with people, wealth, calculations, interest rates, waivers, cards, relentless phone calls, typing jargons, adjusting my headset, giving in to the "mute" button in between verbal exchanges and putting my artificial politeness to good use. No doubt, it is a demanding bank job but the work environment is pleasantly unpolitical in a warped sense. The people are warm and friendly, so much so, I've started track and long distance training with them. Then again, that has cut my social life down to zero except my weekends. Trainings after work, wears my energy out. The next moment, I'm in the comforts of my sheets ready to hit slumber land and the snooze button eight hours later. A part of me likes this routine, simply because it keeps my mind off things when I indulge in activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it gets me thinking, why do I always put myself in such sticky situations? I hate how it makes me feel sometimes, there is no channel or freedom of expression when it breaks down to the simply equation of a battered heart. A month has passed, i am strong because a friend keeps me strong, she keeps me going, she makes me live life with no regret, no qualms. She makes sure that each time i fall, i get up on my feet again. Although each time i get up, something hits me in the heart and i fall back down to square one, she is there to guide me. Three times, three times i tried to stand up and all three times i find myself back where i started. Each time I fall, I break down, I cry, because each time i fall, the pain only gets deeper, it gets more real with each experience. Each time i fall, it just gets harder to stand up. However, she ensures I do, am I lucky to have grace as a friend? Without one heck of a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As selfish as this theory might sound, it is true to some extent that you can’t have everything you want in life. Everything, meaning strong friendship/family bonds, lovelife, health, wealth and happiness. I’m just glad I have great friends ( not many but a few special one’s are more than enough to suffice) , a tight knit and supportive family and a healthy lifestyle maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends have been stupendous thus far, great conversations over bottles of wine and tapas, football matches, sleepovers and new gastronomical experiences! Well, I guess one more plus to the list would be tickets to the Ashley Isham show at the SFF! So looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my last four weeks at Citibank will fly. Corporate life is slowly but surely changing my perspective of life. The flashy cars, hermes bags, chic Boss suits, louboutin shoes, blackberry tech phones, Patek Philippe/Vacheron watches and refined working people are making me lust, wanting to fulfill my carrier dreams. Unknowlingly, turning me a tad materialistic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall snap myself back to reality, learn to drive before dreaming of owning a car! Maybe when i pass the test in a Mini Cooper, i'll trade it for a VW Golf GTI then work my way through the 3rd series BMW range, culminiating in a an M3 alongside a few high performance cars like the Aston Martin DBS or the Bently GT Speed. If i do eventually settle down with a family, a Porsche Cayenne would do good! Who am i kidding? Time to sleep &amp;amp;d, maybe you'll be driving one of those in your fantasy which begins now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8986699911602089592?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8986699911602089592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8986699911602089592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/03/moments.html' title='Moments.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7154084998786308746</id><published>2008-02-24T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:45:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerability</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here, holding my head in tears&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what or how to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;my heart's detached from my soul&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to hold the broken pieces together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its just been shattered one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fucking torn right now.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish you knew from the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7154084998786308746?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7154084998786308746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7154084998786308746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/02/vulnerability.html' title='Vulnerability'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7758788795327413899</id><published>2008-02-16T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:16:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/02/08</title><content type='html'>The occasion was unexpected, unconventional, unique and memorable. In the most, inexplicable moments, I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called at 10 sharp as expected, i smiled at your sheepish voice and headed down to location, as written on the invite posted 4 days back. Written in erasable white "you are cordially invited to a private function to commemorate Valentine's Day at Allsworth's poolside, 10pm accompanied by polariods which featured painstakingly flamed up candles in the formation of my name. I made sure I remembered the picnic mat, and your handmade gift, not forgetting, the sinful dark cacao chocolates purchased a few hours ago. Made sure my hair was in place, and down 11 floors I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met, you grinned, my eyes widened in surprise. "Happy Valentine's Andrea" you said, we exchanged that awfully warm embrace which gave me tingles in silly places. I then shifted my focus onto what was laid out on the table, there it stood, iced champagne in that (rich-man stand as seen in the movies), two glasses, a raw red rose and a nicely packaged gift in that gold ribbon which seemed to glow under the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did the honors of popping the champagne, we toasted to sweet romance. You looked at my gift, I said "oh go on, read it and I’m sure you'll be tickled" You unwrapped the brown envelope sealed with a felt heart and poured the contents out onto the table, the hearty laughter and seemingly overwhelmed expression satisfied my very senses. Then you said "unwrap yours, wonder if you’d like it" I thought for a bit, this gift, the words "round and black" lingered in my brain waves thanks to your blatant hints from a few weeks back. I slowly untied the pretty bow and opened the box, only to be mesmerized. "Thank you, it's my first ever and it's beautiful" I said. The gift meant so much, not materialistically, but it reminded me of the first time we went for that movie, and how observant you were on my accessories, that I only wore what told the time, how very practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down that familiar stretch of road, my favourite jogging path and arrived at our familiar park. We strolled for a bit and found an unfrequented spot under the night sky, spread out the ground mat and lay in ignorance of insects and what not. We turned our heads into the cloudy night sky and gazed hard to find stars. You turned and fixed your glance into my eyes and said "I'm sorry, it's so cloudy tonight, there's only one star shining for us" I laughed "It isn't your fault silly, look there! There's another one!" We talked about our lives, laughed and gossiped as the soothing breeze brushed our faces once in a while. I wanted time to freeze, I felt as though I was living in my own world, comfortable, warm and fuzzy on the inside, away from cheesy bouquets and fluffed up toys paraded around in the arms of the much coveted females and crowded diners filled with couples chattering in the midst of their exorbitantly priced valentine's set dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sat up, dug into the bag and surprised me once again, "Krispy Kremes!" you said. I looked at that famous box, filled with green polka dots and when you opened it, my eyes feasted on those well glazed donuts air flown from down under. You laughed at my jaw-dropping expression and we feasted on those calorie filled sweet things with holes in the middle in between conversations that never went dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flipped onto our backs again, and secretly wished there was sun instead, to fulfill our tanning desires. You folded your arms and propped your head up, popped a few questions of your heart desire and I answered in between giggles and subtle laughter. I quite like the idea of living for the moment. By the time our muscles felt cramped up from lying on our backs too much, we realized it was nearing two, in the early morning. "We’ve been at that for a solid 2 and a half hours?" you said in disbelief. "Felt like minutes didn’t it?" I replied with a smirk you couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreamiest Valentine's yet, Thank you, for being you. Unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R7aH3gjryWI/AAAAAAAAASA/vM7ySPqxutI/s1600-h/CIMG1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167467010156382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R7aH3gjryWI/AAAAAAAAASA/vM7ySPqxutI/s400/CIMG1209.JPG" 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/26304091-7758788795327413899?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7758788795327413899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7758788795327413899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/02/140208.html' title='14/02/08'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R7aH3gjryWI/AAAAAAAAASA/vM7ySPqxutI/s72-c/CIMG1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-3394926334717337142</id><published>2008-02-07T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:50:25.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is yours to fill or burst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R6nk36lP6vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4FQhVIBGnTk/s1600-h/stsl02_valentine0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910097026411250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R6nk36lP6vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4FQhVIBGnTk/s200/stsl02_valentine0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see the light behind your eyes, the whole thing catches me in a moment by surprise. There is this unusual chemistry, energy, synchronicity when we're all alone sharing our lives in the quietness of the night under the star flaked sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-3394926334717337142?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/3394926334717337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/3394926334717337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-heart-is-yours-to-fill-or-burst.html' title='My heart is yours to fill or burst.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R6nk36lP6vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4FQhVIBGnTk/s72-c/stsl02_valentine0802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-9116008260884420983</id><published>2008-01-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:11:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go, let god.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of everything. Efforts unrecognised, sheer hardwork unappreciated and words that trip your run towards perfection. My mind's a dillusional ball of mish-mashed, incoherent thoughts, i can't think straight, i can't set apart genuine feelings and most of all i can't seem to trust my basic instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what i've planned out for the future is something i look forward to, or am i simply being harsh on myself? Blame it on the pervasive nature of a bad experience, or maybe I’m just a pessimist at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History and experiences tend to repeat themselves, its not as though i want to be stuck in the situation i am in right now. I guess, things happen for unimaginable reasons? Let me just put it as, a twist of fate between two. Should i take a chance? Should i shield against vulnerability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years, its going to take a while.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-9116008260884420983?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/9116008260884420983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/9116008260884420983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-go-let-god.html' title='Let go, let god.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6768112270128192157</id><published>2008-01-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:41:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchebananas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessed 19th Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the dinner, gift, chunkymonkey "cake" and much love from us all! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-6768112270128192157?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6768112270128192157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6768112270128192157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/01/munchebananas.html' title='Munchebananas!'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4943188364623955938</id><published>2008-01-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:48:39.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombshell.</title><content type='html'>Today, i've come to realise, you're the bestest girl one could have as close friend and confidante. When you talked about protection, no more trial and error, which made you sound five times your age in front of SB; it left me speechless, dumbfounded, all i could do was smile myself silly; even my heart was smiling simply because, it was a first time for my ears and it moved me. Although i'm still trying to deal with this vulnerability I feel towards anyone who tries to get close or let themselves in, i know i'll get through it, with the support and encouragement in a friend like you. You're a god-send, am so glad you changed my perspective of things some how. I'm going to be the best i can be and treasure this friendship shared like never before.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;I still can't quite get over how fast the past year has come to an end.  However, instead of getting all nostalgic and caught up with reminiscing, I dumped all my deepest sentiments at a corner of my heart, smiled at the good times as well as the bad and told myself, I got through it. So yes, I welcomed 2008 with open arms and bid 2007 goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4943188364623955938?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4943188364623955938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4943188364623955938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2008/01/bombshell.html' title='Bombshell.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8604881730577654804</id><published>2007-12-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:45:29.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, actually is all around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R3ZmAugnFeI/AAAAAAAAARo/oYastHh1rog/s1600-h/CIMG1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149415386615584226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R3ZmAugnFeI/AAAAAAAAARo/oYastHh1rog/s320/CIMG1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas and the closing days of this year, in one word unforgettable. If I had one final wish before the year draws to an end, it would be to erase all memories I had before December came. I guess time does heal; the love and support of friends plus family have taken the highest priority in my personal hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to realize, in a more sentimental aspect, that things really happen for reasons that are unimaginable. It brings a smile upon my heart, just thinking of the events that lined this month of December! Pre- Christmas was spent picking out gifts for loved ones, re-watching old Christmas movies which include Serendipity, Love Actually and The Holiday, rummaging through sales till our feet where weary, chilling at starbucks with great company; conversation over gourmet coffee till they shut their doors under the brightly lit sky filled with festive lightings. Friends, new ones made, long lasting ones strengthened through countless meet-ups and much rambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, was definitely one to remember and reminisce over- and –over again. Early dinner at Shang’s The Line, definitely burnt a hole; but the smiles and countless burps left me thankful, wanting more family time together. After which, headed over to Gracie’s church to attend Christmas service, I loved the traditional atmosphere, the hymns, the message, altogether it left me in awe. I felt blessed, really blessed. The people where warm and friendly, gifts and hugs were exchanged, I myself, left with gifts that filled my arms and warm hugs that filled my heart. Then it was off to grandpa’s place for more turkey and wine; familiar Christmas tunes playing in the background, chattering, laughter, log cake, presents, and colorful Christmas wrappers; I felt loved and understood the true meaning of the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day, I awoke to excited siblings ripping open presents, Mommy’s lovely piping hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and Benji looking silly with a red bow on his head, the ultimate bustling scene my eyes feasted soon after I rubbed them! The feasting began again with family friends at The York Hotel for traditional Penang buffet brunch. It was great catching up with everyone once again, sharing our personal experiences, stories over good food. What more could one ask for? Met Gracie &amp;amp; her church mates for a bit before jetting home for another dinner which awaited with the extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve + Day = Sinful Indulgences &amp;amp; High Gym Debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day, was a barbeque cum gathering Daniel organized at my place. Almost everyone at the “canteen table” came, without doubt, more food and 2 bottles of wine were polished in the span of a few hours! Followed by much talk over Love Actually which was screening on local telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, was Philip and Jeremy’s OCS social night, Grace and I accompanied them respectively. It was an eye-opener and night to remember for me, I actually felt proud for them, going through all that. Besides the fact that I had to balance on 2-inch heels from seven to midnight, my “blind” date turned out perfect; if I may add, he was a certified gentleman of few words. As silly as it sounds, Jeremy’s just back from studies in the UK to serve the army thus, the date set up by Grace and Philip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely, was an eventful month, many doors have opened, opportunities seized ever since the last one shut on me. I’m glad, I’ve done myself a favour by learning the hard way to forget and carefully sieve out the unhappiness I’ve bottled up over the past few months. Hugh Grant said it best in Love Actually "It seems to me that, love, is everywhere, often its not particularly dignified or news worthy but its always there. If you look for it, i've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually is all around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was hard to get by, but it would have been harder without this particular friend, who I deem of high importance. Technically, she shared her life with me; always ensuring she has time allocated within her (popular) tight schedules for our insane outings or basic coffee sessions. Always there to hear me out, never failing to encourage. Many a times, as her life and practices unfold in front of me, I see something else, no one can. I think that’s just the way god moves sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, If I could name one best thing that’s happened to me in 2007, it would be the strengthening of our friendship and the bonds that never broke through it all. It withstood the trying times, under all the circumstances and negligence, I still find you right here waiting; to uncover the problems I hide, to catch me when I fall, to comfort me when the words just aren't enough, to back me up when I’m afraid, to have heart to heart talks with over toffee nut, to share gastronomical experiences with without concerns about extra calories, to accompany me during lectures in the first few rows without complaint, to go to shanghai with, to go for impulse shopping with, to work with during summer vacation. Basically, the wall that’s so strong and never faded away. I couldn’t thank you enough for everything, I feel so blessed and thankful to have you as a friend, beautiful inside and out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great new years eve everyone! How are you guys going to spend your new years? Not fighting white froth at sentosa I hope! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R3ZmHOgnFfI/AAAAAAAAARw/T_Tc6VyU2zM/s1600-h/CIMG1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149415498284733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R3ZmHOgnFfI/AAAAAAAAARw/T_Tc6VyU2zM/s320/CIMG1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe this Christmas will mean something more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year love will appear deeper than ever before&lt;br /&gt;And maybe forgiveness will ask us to call&lt;br /&gt;Someone we love Someone we've lost&lt;br /&gt;For reasons we can't quite recall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8604881730577654804?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8604881730577654804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8604881730577654804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-actually-is-all-around.html' title='Love, actually is all around.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R3ZmAugnFeI/AAAAAAAAARo/oYastHh1rog/s72-c/CIMG1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5392920231393712678</id><published>2007-12-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:42:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lived my life inside daydream lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been one hell of a year, a pretty darn long year in my perspective. After all that has happened, brokenness, emotional adrenaline, tears that never run dry, all those solitary uninspired nights, vulnerable moments, words and images that hurt, an emptied bin full of captured moments and phrases stringed together with heartfelt words which speak to my heart, simply outlines and encapsulates my very soul, yet it all doesn't mean a thing right now. I feel so numbed in your presence; it's getting hard to be around you there's so much I can't say, I can't share, it makes me look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want right now is strength to move on; I think I'm slowly beginning to build these walls that were torn down, up upon my heart again, shielding it, not letting any emotion close, I just don't want to go through that process again. The wrenching process of an abandoned heart left hanging, the let down of a change of heart, the emotional aftermath of reality and questions left unanswered. The horrible feeling of answering questions relating to the affairs of the heart; as much as I want to close this chapter of my life, questions asked rip the wound back open and the memories they flood the already clouded mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really am doing all I can right now to forget, push aside, heal, feel better, smile, laugh, and believe in some hope, and goodness again. I know i will be okay and happy at the end of the day which is all that matters don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 more days until the start of a new year, I really cannot wait for 2008 to come along. I need, out. I need to wake up from this state of mind the situation is the same, I got to get your memory out of my head. Somehow, time really has got a way of taking back everything you thought you had and I know.. I've lost you for certain.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a ligher note, grace and i headed to CHIJMES, le baroque bar, last weekend for a charity wine and dine, organised by the CHIJ Alumni girls of '77, Mommy included.She invited us to enjoy a great night of jazz music, wine and basically great company for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pPHJHZX6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/y2I5pjjr-g8/s1600-h/02122007008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508908721463202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pPHJHZX6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/y2I5pjjr-g8/s400/02122007008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pO5ZHZX5I/AAAAAAAAARI/_tnimvOBmpg/s1600-h/CIMG5845a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508672498261906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pO5ZHZX5I/AAAAAAAAARI/_tnimvOBmpg/s400/CIMG5845a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pOlpHZX4I/AAAAAAAAARA/QgBO4JqZdDM/s1600-h/CIMG5849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508333195845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pOlpHZX4I/AAAAAAAAARA/QgBO4JqZdDM/s400/CIMG5849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x douglas olivero and his band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pOMZHZX3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kubpSX_7zXM/s1600-h/CIMG5857a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507899404148594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pOMZHZX3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kubpSX_7zXM/s400/CIMG5857a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x just for you, grace ong. leslie and his cello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pN9JHZX2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iyHplktPXSE/s1600-h/CIMG5852a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507637411143522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pN9JHZX2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iyHplktPXSE/s400/CIMG5852a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x mommy &amp;amp; her bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pNs5HZX1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/g1nhiOzTCrk/s1600-h/CIMG5868b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507358238269266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pNs5HZX1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/g1nhiOzTCrk/s400/CIMG5868b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-5392920231393712678?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5392920231393712678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5392920231393712678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/12/lived-my-life-inside-daydream-lies.html' title='Lived my life inside daydream lies.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R1pPHJHZX6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/y2I5pjjr-g8/s72-c/02122007008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1822716193223269366</id><published>2007-11-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:40:25.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a breath away, yet i miss you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who can say for certain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're still here&lt;br /&gt;I feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Your memories so clear&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the stillness&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you speak&lt;br /&gt;You're still an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Can it be That you are mine?&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;Fly me up to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;If only for awhile to know you're there&lt;br /&gt;A breath away's not far&lt;br /&gt;To where you are&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;Are you gently sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Here inside my dream&lt;br /&gt;And isn't faith believing?&lt;br /&gt;As my heart holds you&lt;br /&gt;Just one beat away&lt;br /&gt;I cherished all you ever gave me everyday&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its nights like these where i tend to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the lack of warmth, the songs we used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to sing playing on repeat. It makes me so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever, i try to compose a text, wanting to know if you're doing alright, hoping this week wasn't too much of an emotional roller coaster to take, hoping to fill the screen with words that speak; comfort &amp;amp; heal any brokeness, just wanting you to know i still care.This fear comes over me, i can't press the green&lt;br /&gt;button and it goes into drafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1822716193223269366?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1822716193223269366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1822716193223269366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-breath-away-yet-i-miss-you-so.html' title='You&apos;re a breath away, yet i miss you so.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4643082230907576720</id><published>2007-11-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:50:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AL.</title><content type='html'>the news, it shook me.&lt;br /&gt;i felt barely alive in that split second of a moment.&lt;br /&gt;reality was so surreal, it made me not want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;images, they flash across the screen, all i hoped for was your face.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of you, made my heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;worrying thoughts flooded my mind and the tears just flowed.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;i pray you're okay, i know you're strong, you can pull through this.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;now, i know you're safe, you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to thank god and keep vigil in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;its all about the brotherhood, and it'll be a trying time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4643082230907576720?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4643082230907576720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4643082230907576720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/11/someday-well-know.html' title='AL.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7306674353049356704</id><published>2007-11-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:00:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when it rains</title><content type='html'>someone special, made me smile today.&lt;br /&gt;its things like these that make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R0bVWhsaRaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IIrT8BuMSwQ/s1600-h/DSCN3161b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136027008041108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R0bVWhsaRaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IIrT8BuMSwQ/s200/DSCN3161b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R0bVPRsaRZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KMU38WV2rHA/s1600-h/DSCN3161b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the note you left on my desktop, spoke so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel loved by the people who have always been there.&lt;br /&gt;it gave me the courage to delete something... &lt;br /&gt;i was longing to for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;you're the bestest, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;you've been my jukebox all this while,&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see you conduct, this christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7306674353049356704?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7306674353049356704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7306674353049356704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-when-it-rains.html' title='Sometimes when it rains'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/R0bVWhsaRaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IIrT8BuMSwQ/s72-c/DSCN3161b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8046024516971672843</id><published>2007-11-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:22:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect mess</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks, all i did was think. Unfortunately, i got nowhere with my thoughts and the chain of actions that would follow. After all this time, i was trying to put on a strong facade but deep down inside, every inch of me was secretly crumbling to a point i felt so broken, I couldn't bring myself to come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to show any trace of sadness, for i don't know how to show emotion at this point anymore, i really don't. I don't know who to trust, and how to trust. For trusting too much has led me to being the naive self i was, thinking the only one you ever loved was me, thinking you loved me whole-heartedly, thinking your sacrifice was equivalent to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I fell, it should have hit me straight in the face but no, I trusted, I believed that the bond we had will not be broken that simply, back to square one we were; learning to trust and experience the epitome of what they call, love. The second time, I fell again; this time I knew for sure that what I loved was flawed; for it broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall, we learn from the pain and tears shed. This time, it is harder than ever before to get back on my feet. This is the reason why I've decided that letting go of every memory shared would be the best thing; dwelling on familiarity though comforting, leads to nothing. Its not that I'm weak, I'm just not that strong when it comes to battling my inner emotions. I am in the process of letting go, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the chill that came over when everything I loved fell apart, I don't think I can bring myself to commit when it comes to affairs of the heart anymore. I'm learning to find this heart again and it's not simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just praying that one day, i will be happy, in the purest way and that my life will keep moving forward, like a motion picture I'm not paying attention to.&lt;br /&gt;I will cry, when I'm supposed to cry&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh when I'm supposed to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I will hurt for the right people&lt;br /&gt;The right people, i will never define.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank these special people for keeping me strong &amp; never failing to bring a smile upon my heart during the times spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7f2W1fbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UFH8uFclvlc/s1600-h/CIMG5783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131213506300181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7f2W1fbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UFH8uFclvlc/s400/CIMG5783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7s2W1fcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WLKDL-1JaWY/s1600-h/CIMG5755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7s2W1fcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WLKDL-1JaWY/s400/CIMG5755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131213729638481346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7_mW1fdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1JYMGYiOXrQ/s1600-h/DSCN3171a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7_mW1fdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1JYMGYiOXrQ/s400/DSCN3171a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131214051761028562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not forgetting the one i view as a perfect wreck, &lt;br /&gt;always a call away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8046024516971672843?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8046024516971672843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8046024516971672843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-mess.html' title='The perfect mess'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RzW7f2W1fbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UFH8uFclvlc/s72-c/CIMG5783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6078133721043606483</id><published>2007-11-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:37:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adios mi pesadilla</title><content type='html'>you, torment me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd disappear from my life&lt;br /&gt;i wish i won't ever have to face you again&lt;br /&gt;for today, i've found out what you wish i didn't&lt;br /&gt;for today, i've come to realise that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after all this time,&lt;br /&gt;i've been the fool all along&lt;br /&gt;in this game called love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-6078133721043606483?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6078133721043606483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6078133721043606483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/11/adis-mi-pesadilla.html' title='adios mi pesadilla'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8063725312574618223</id><published>2007-10-30T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:28:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>i'm not in the right state, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;i'm drained from thinking and learning to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;till i have happier thoughts to blog again...&lt;br /&gt;goodbye diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isn't it simple to brush this whole thing off by walking away from it?&lt;br /&gt;its even easier to have no words left to say;&lt;br /&gt;no explanation, just ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;there we stand staring blankly at one another,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing the stakes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to speak these words, but you leave me with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;why'd you go on without me, you seem to move on easy.&lt;br /&gt;there i stand, hoping you'd come back when your tears run dry.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, andrea you never learn do you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm closing this chapter of my life as the year comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;i need a machine that sucks away memories for christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know they say if you love somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You should set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it sure is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know they say if they don't come back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But those words aren't pulling me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I spend each day here waiting for a miracle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somebody tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're gonna make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's over let's face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All that's happening here is a long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if we walked away it would it make more sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it tears me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just to think we still could try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How long must we keep riding on this carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going round and round and never getting anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8063725312574618223?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8063725312574618223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8063725312574618223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-in-right-state-emotionally.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1151225679371119375</id><published>2007-10-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:02:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>alli es un lugar en mi corazón nadie mas tiene fue, tu tenga.&lt;br /&gt;yo hace prueba mi mejor a olvídese, todo esa tiene sucedió.&lt;br /&gt;como cada día pasos, sentimientos destiña, emociones muérase.&lt;br /&gt;en noche yo ore eso pronto su cara hace destiña lejos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1151225679371119375?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1151225679371119375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1151225679371119375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8291038762986178992</id><published>2007-10-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:19:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Duele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry that wasn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime you look my way, a part of me fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where are the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ones that we used to call ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can’t imagine it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We used to laugh till we fell down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The secrets we had are now in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From something to nothing, tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How did we lose our way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hard to remember all that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like I never loved you at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you're so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I see our star is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess it just got tired of waiting around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it only me now that's thinking of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what we had and what we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or did you ever care, baby was I ever there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8291038762986178992?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8291038762986178992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8291038762986178992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/amor-duele.html' title='Amor Duele'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8430901401352871153</id><published>2007-10-23T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:28:20.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking breaths to stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rx3tid3A9DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wWCxgnRyFDQ/s1600-h/image+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124513127404205106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rx3tid3A9DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wWCxgnRyFDQ/s400/image+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hair Model, The Milk Ad Model &amp;amp; Myself posing with them models!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for being my happy pills for the past month and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking forward to more picnics, this time with better weather, waterproof mats, cheese platter, red wine and great conversation accompanied by hearty laughter a plenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is dedicated to you both, Grace and Isabel since i promised to blog about the whole holiday with a picture overload and quit my emo poems that even shakespeare's sick of, but i haven't really got down to doing so. SOON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad a new semester has begun, apart from the hefty workload, these people make me smile. And are but of course, worthy of my chocolate muffins! (: I know you guys will always be there even if the going gets tough. I'm sorry Jacq, i don't have your picture there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rx3wgN3A9FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ao2YUVd5-KA/s1600-h/CIMG0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124516387284382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rx3wgN3A9FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ao2YUVd5-KA/s400/CIMG0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8430901401352871153?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8430901401352871153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8430901401352871153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-breaths-to-stay.html' title='Taking breaths to stay'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rx3tid3A9DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wWCxgnRyFDQ/s72-c/image+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-246923336909916846</id><published>2007-10-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:06:49.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You broke the set.</title><content type='html'>No one understands how i feel right now, even if they do; i know they are tired of being there for me, having to always reiterate their advice and listen to me all over again. I'm sorry if i bothered anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i thank god for this pillar of strength he gave me that will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rxtfjt3A9CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yEP13hS-cBs/s1600-h/CIMG5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123794068274476066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rxtfjt3A9CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yEP13hS-cBs/s400/CIMG5683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rxtfet3A9BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yYcQWW9_yrM/s1600-h/CIMG5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123793982375130130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rxtfet3A9BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yYcQWW9_yrM/s400/CIMG5684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RxtfZ93A9AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MZxNvbJuWHE/s1600-h/CIMG5675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123793900770751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RxtfZ93A9AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MZxNvbJuWHE/s400/CIMG5675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea at Royal Copenhagen; conversation over piping hot Earl Grey and Mango Cake. How you listen with no question, how you understand retail therapy helps, how you love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-246923336909916846?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/246923336909916846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/246923336909916846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-broke-set.html' title='You broke the set.'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rxtfjt3A9CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yEP13hS-cBs/s72-c/CIMG5683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-2869814615734474883</id><published>2007-10-15T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:48:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me sweet little lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RxMLOt3A8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2S_JCYnZfZE/s1600-h/Picture+1a.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449548706804722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RxMLOt3A8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2S_JCYnZfZE/s400/Picture%252B1a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says hold on and take this ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and set aside memories of all the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you collide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then you'll leave me here to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the things I meant but I never said&lt;br /&gt;It says sit back and take this time&lt;br /&gt;to lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;and find out what its like to die&lt;br /&gt;so where's my spine&lt;br /&gt;when its time to give an obvious and simple reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes you play this game&lt;br /&gt;With results always the same&lt;br /&gt;and nothing but bad reputations to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It speaks me like all is fine&lt;br /&gt;when I could cry&lt;br /&gt;from all the bends and breaks that I took this time&lt;br /&gt;when happiness is based on lies&lt;br /&gt;its so hard, its too hard to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to say what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about us doesn't seem right these days,&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan is always rearranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here, I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now I got to go my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall every time&lt;br /&gt;Another color turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;And it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for real&lt;/em&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/26304091-2869814615734474883?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/2869814615734474883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/2869814615734474883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/10/tell-me-sweet-little-lies.html' title='Tell me sweet little lies'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RxMLOt3A8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2S_JCYnZfZE/s72-c/Picture%252B1a.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7367443368629266770</id><published>2007-09-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:01:55.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll make the great escape;</title><content type='html'>On the surface, I'm battling a smile. Deep down inside, I'm battling my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I miss having someone around me. Just this sharp acute feeling for I know at the end of the day I have to deal with it and understand that all I have is myself. Past memories play back at the most unexpected hours of the night and I find myself deep in thought. Though half of me wants to indulge in those candy coated , rainbow sprinkled times we shared, the other half of me is restraining the brain from going any further for the consequences will build on the already troubled heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flooded with a pool of unanswered questions running through my head but yet I let it go, do I deserve this? Why make empty promises? Why play around with vulnerable emotions when you've experienced something as traumatic? Why inflict pain on wounds that have not healed? Did you mean every word you said? Why am I such a big humongous mess? Why do I keep waiting and holding on when I know there won’t be an ending I'd hoped for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever get answers I want to hear and because of that I am choosing to walk away. No, Its not that I want to let go of this easily, neither is it because I loved you any less but I feel there is no point in pursuing affairs of the heart for the truth always hurts more than you think it will. I'd rather suffer emotional turmoil to an extent where I can handle it and deal with myself rather than dig into matters and question. I'd rather lie silent and observe. Call me a coward if you wish but I think I'm stronger than that, and I believe I will not falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always end up finding ourselves in the situations we vow never to be in, I guess that's how we learn; through pain and heartache. For every piece of me that wants you, another piece backs away; making it all the harder to walk away, like an undone jigsaw puzzle that's how you left me, cold and out of breathe; no reason or rhyme; no explanation or concern. I guess that's just the way love is in my definition, loving someone means putting yourself out there, it means being vulnerable and thus, makes you weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel mixed emotions, just like a cosmic boom of feelings coming together and i can't really express myself or put into words what I'm feeling because there's just too much to deal with. I don't even know how to arrange my thoughts, its bursting through my brain channels, I wish I could cry till I'm out of breath then maybe I won't even have to pen this down. Just like how one would wish she would never have to awake from a beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless when I'm with you, I crumble so easily. Your smile, your words just makes my heart race so fast I have to tell myself to slow down. You always get me thinking about you when a certain familiarity sets in. There is not one person on the face of this earth that gets me like you do, too bad your heart is at a different place. I guess this will take time to fade, I just hope it won't take too long on this heart. I guess you're already in search of what you really want and it's about time I find my route as well, probably a little more treacherous on my side for it was all so sudden, changes took flight like a space shuttle that will never turn back again. Just weeks ago it all seemed perfect and now it's a fracas of complicating emotions trying to piece itself together and make sense of the situation. Maybe i just wasn't good enough, never was, never will be comparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wake up, feeling a little disoriented from the night before. The deep thoughts, the tears. Is it really worth that much I ask myself? I don’t even know if I should be typing this because, no I don’t want sympathy of any form, I brought this upon myself. I blame me. Fuck this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep in my heart, there's no room for crying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm trying to see your point of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep in my heart, I'm afraid of dying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lying if I said I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can see, what you'll be, you can't disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And either way, I will pray, you will be wise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty soon you will see the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As each day goes by, it makes way for another,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We discover that we're not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And each day we try, the best we can to recover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the feelings that we left below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7367443368629266770?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7367443368629266770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7367443368629266770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-make-great-escape.html' title='We&apos;ll make the great escape;'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4515158071619231492</id><published>2007-09-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:47:28.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;We had a million question about our lives&lt;br /&gt;everything felt right, everything just fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough and you still feel like dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But we always wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i'm falling and i can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and everynight i miss you, i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are holding you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me about when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;and all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;The things we did that made us blush, i remember the times&lt;br /&gt;we split coffee and stayed out too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you sat and told me about how you were&lt;br /&gt;hurting from a haunting past, how not to look back and search&lt;br /&gt;that closet full of painful memories that ran too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad, sometimes not having you here&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like this, but it seems that&lt;br /&gt;everything i'm holding on to is everything I can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's always been this way, you only tend to get emotional at night when your adrenaline of human mind tendencies run so swiftly. You lose your sense of logic and find comfort in past emotions. You find yourself drowned in tears as you lay your head to rest, clinging on to a hope that all your thoughts and memories would fade out as fast as the tears that dry the morning after. The sun slowly seeps through your lids and you awake to a brand new day that awaits you, tragically it ends off on the same note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4515158071619231492?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4515158071619231492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4515158071619231492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1902113335296795093</id><published>2007-09-12T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:08:21.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you fall for the shooting star?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RufUIkA6ngI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9BT_LHW-aI/s1600-h/10176414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109285545846676994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RufUIkA6ngI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9BT_LHW-aI/s400/10176414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, if the sun won't shine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, if the rain will pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be knocking at your window I'll be begging you for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you've come along too soon&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to fit you in but I can't seem to find the room&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if it all falls through&lt;br /&gt;We can piece it back together, I can learn to trust you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just, too good, to lose and I can't refuse&lt;br /&gt;So don't make me choose between the two&lt;br /&gt;I'm better in here in my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know who you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you're my shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, teach me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;Cos in life there are no answers and in life there is no right&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, if the sun won't shine&lt;br /&gt;now you've come this far to meet me and I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The day this song is sung to me, i know i will taken away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from this mess &amp;amp; confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who am i kidding anyway? &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/26304091-1902113335296795093?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1902113335296795093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1902113335296795093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-you-fall-for-shooting-star.html' title='Did you fall for the shooting star?'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RufUIkA6ngI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9BT_LHW-aI/s72-c/10176414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7326017139005741161</id><published>2007-09-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:38:13.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never harder to get by;</title><content type='html'>You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7326017139005741161?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7326017139005741161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7326017139005741161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-harder-to-get-by.html' title='Never harder to get by;'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4521225599092354845</id><published>2007-09-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:55:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY! I sure hope you had a memorable one, the look on your face yesterday just spelt it all out to me. I'm so glad i did it for you, simply because you mean so much to me, bestfriend. The sucession of the surprise on the other hand lay in the hands of TWO great ladies in your family. Well, don't blame them for not warning you to get dressed and be seen in PJs and glasses for it was meant to be that way. (: Letters, cards, polariods, roses, greetings, hugs, glorious dinners accompanied with copious amounts of cake and love will sum up this lovely day of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4521225599092354845?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4521225599092354845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4521225599092354845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/gracie.html' title='Gracie'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8788275642578829819</id><published>2007-09-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:56:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking breaths to stay;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're both looking for something&lt;br /&gt;We've been afraid to find&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to be broken&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a chance letting you into my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alive all over again&lt;br /&gt;As deep as a scar under my skin&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love, for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;The world that I see inside you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to come to life&lt;br /&gt;Waking me up to dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Reality in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8788275642578829819?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8788275642578829819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8788275642578829819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/09/taking-breaths-to-stay.html' title='Taking breaths to stay;'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6348819689393272898</id><published>2007-08-30T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:29:52.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me only with the best memories;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughter and much to share about in between mouth fulls of chilled buckwheat noodles and copious amounts of piping hot green tea. Followed by, exotic algae frappes and more conversation. Thanks for seeing me through it all and always being there for me, Grace. Nothing will ever or has never changed, i'm glad our friendship has remained so tight knitted and strong. I guess i won't have to be your after-work stress saviour from tommorow onwards for i'll be seeing you at work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaEOfFM7PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/acGJpInDzx0/s1600-h/CIMG0871a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104412612067388658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaEOfFM7PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/acGJpInDzx0/s400/CIMG0871a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaEFPFM7OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LF5Xah_I5t8/s1600-h/CIMG0873a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104412453153598690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaEFPFM7OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LF5Xah_I5t8/s400/CIMG0873a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaD3_FM7NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GbV7deCFvhw/s1600-h/CIMG0882c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104412225520331986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaD3_FM7NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GbV7deCFvhw/s400/CIMG0882c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ97PFM7MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_GxD6DQG7DU/s1600-h/CIMG0883a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104405684285140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ97PFM7MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_GxD6DQG7DU/s400/CIMG0883a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ8jfFM7LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nCOyms6opxA/s1600-h/CIMG0888a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104404176751619250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ8jfFM7LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nCOyms6opxA/s400/CIMG0888a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ7dPFM7KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UQf4SKdOIiw/s1600-h/CIMG0889a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104402969865809058" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtZ3VvFM7HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ge6Q2KOYevY/s400/CIMG0925a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost in your love&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I ever stopped&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling that's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;the question's loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Should we stay or should we bend&lt;br /&gt;It just gets deeper in the end&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to know it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/26304091-6348819689393272898?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6348819689393272898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6348819689393272898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/08/leave-me-only-with-best-memories.html' title='Leave me only with the best memories;'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RtaEOfFM7PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/acGJpInDzx0/s72-c/CIMG0871a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-401762641121357259</id><published>2007-08-19T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:19:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart that remains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;Do your trick&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the stars&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter shines so bright&lt;br /&gt;When you're around&lt;br /&gt;They tell us slow down&lt;br /&gt;We're too young, you need to grow&lt;br /&gt;The speed's the key&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know who we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who's to say that we're not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And who's to say that this is not our love&lt;br /&gt;It's too late now&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to this life I found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who's to say we won't burn it out&lt;br /&gt;And who's to say we won't sink in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say that we won't fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are they anyway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway they don't know&lt;br /&gt;And you say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you're too old to remember&lt;br /&gt;And I try to pretend but I just feel it when we're together&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't believe me, you never really knew us&lt;br /&gt;You never really knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say we won't stay together&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say we aren't getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;Who are they anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand up boy, I shine so bright when you're around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-401762641121357259?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/401762641121357259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/401762641121357259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/08/heart-that-remains.html' title='The heart that remains'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1728487362680180214</id><published>2007-08-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:17:09.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Amor, El Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the one who has been there through it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shyed away at first, thinking one was a clubber and the other a havoc - noise polluter in school. Then, a friendship bloomed over time, after deep understanding and sharing many commonalities over laughter and warm fuzzy hugs. I want to share a lifetime of memories with you, which i can tell my kids about, when they ask me the definition of a bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrHJ6l9RZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kzz16c44iAg/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096604901484348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrHJ6l9RZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kzz16c44iAg/s400/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrG_ql9RYI/AAAAAAAAANo/bVfSsoRGhME/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096604725390689666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrG_ql9RYI/AAAAAAAAANo/bVfSsoRGhME/s400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGtKl9RXI/AAAAAAAAANg/alHztvRwdkA/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096604407563109746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGtKl9RXI/AAAAAAAAANg/alHztvRwdkA/s400/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGeal9RWI/AAAAAAAAANY/4JNBN-GhQjE/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096604154160039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGeal9RWI/AAAAAAAAANY/4JNBN-GhQjE/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGW6l9RVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qWXum3wxmXQ/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096604025311020370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGW6l9RVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qWXum3wxmXQ/s400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGMKl9RUI/AAAAAAAAANI/gHPhqCgHrEs/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096603840627426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrGMKl9RUI/AAAAAAAAANI/gHPhqCgHrEs/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrF9al9RTI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZLmw3bdB3QI/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096603587224356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrF9al9RTI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZLmw3bdB3QI/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFwal9RSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nI7pN88nvAw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096603363886056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFwal9RSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nI7pN88nvAw/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFeKl9RRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h87AmBL8Ts4/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096603050353444114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFeKl9RRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h87AmBL8Ts4/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFSKl9RQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hH-kjC-ZA7A/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602844195013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFSKl9RQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hH-kjC-ZA7A/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFKal9RPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eC6X1oiL344/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602711051027698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrFKal9RPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eC6X1oiL344/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for everything, the secret outings, studying bootcamps, stayovers, starbucks sessions, tantalizing dessert treats, stuffing our faces silly, eating rice, laughter (aplenty), being there through the difficult times, long conversations, early breakfast, deep sharing and basically your love and time. Over this year and a half, i've never expected to find such a beautiful friend like you, both inside and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me what i'd do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrE3al9ROI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i9EX9cp8dQI/s1600-h/CIMG0816a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602384633513186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrE3al9ROI/AAAAAAAAAMY/i9EX9cp8dQI/s400/CIMG0816a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This girl is for keeps, always.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for always destroying all your pretty pictures with my silly faces! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1728487362680180214?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1728487362680180214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1728487362680180214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/08/el-amor-el-amigo.html' title='El Amor, El Amigo'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RrrHJ6l9RZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kzz16c44iAg/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-3065559608173960135</id><published>2007-08-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:14:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare my paper heart;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just have a little patience, I'm still hurting from a love I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though, I can never lose someone i never did have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and can never miss someone who never did leave, I need time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling, so while I'm still healing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just don't be too hard on my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll try to be strong believe me, I'm trying to move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's complicated but please understand me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You made me believe in love, and not the perfect kind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a real messy beautiful twisted sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, I don't quite know how to put across what you really mean to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since love, it often leaves people breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-3065559608173960135?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/3065559608173960135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/3065559608173960135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/08/spare-my-paper-heart.html' title='Spare my paper heart;'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-7181530481468223549</id><published>2007-07-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:57:07.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graxce</title><content type='html'>Estimado bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo siempre estare aqui para usted en &lt;br /&gt;cualquier momento usted me necesita. &lt;br /&gt;Yo le vere por los tiempos dificiles &lt;br /&gt;y compartire los tiempos buenos con usted. &lt;br /&gt;Alegre! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-7181530481468223549?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7181530481468223549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/7181530481468223549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/07/graxce.html' title='Graxce'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8466920601562169588</id><published>2007-07-19T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:39:42.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning jacket</title><content type='html'>Just when i thought my sleep - in lazy rainy thursday morning could not get any better. Someone, took it further with piping hot breakfast at my doorstep. Totally made my day, though i had to get up bright and early! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu amor es el mas dulce pecado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8466920601562169588?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8466920601562169588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8466920601562169588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-morning-jacket.html' title='My morning jacket'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1019322516304745499</id><published>2007-07-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:24:46.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving it all up, for passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RpEPV8DSotI/AAAAAAAAAME/p9-xNNfOOl8/s1600-h/2pt9bte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RpEPV8DSotI/AAAAAAAAAME/p9-xNNfOOl8/s400/2pt9bte1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084862323849601746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make time for classes and relive this passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1019322516304745499?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1019322516304745499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1019322516304745499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/07/giving-it-all-up-for-passion.html' title='Giving it all up, for passion'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RpEPV8DSotI/AAAAAAAAAME/p9-xNNfOOl8/s72-c/2pt9bte1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-9213635666600083261</id><published>2007-07-06T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:51:40.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that i need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Ro0eQ8DSosI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ix7UamFmtgU/s1600-h/200508982-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Ro0eQ8DSosI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ix7UamFmtgU/s400/200508982-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083752830717829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what we get out of life is what we've set ourselves up to get and faith too, plays a part, so there's no such thing as an inconsequential decision. Our destinies are the culmination of all the choices we've made along the way, which is why it's imperative to listen hard to your inner voice when it speaks up. Somewhere along the way, we'll experience a special emotion that we want to spend our entire lives answering for it has encapsulated our soul to that very extent. Have you experienced that special emotion? For i think, i've finally found mine. Have you ever thought of falling in love &amp; truly being yourself? Has anyone ever loved you for who you really are besides your kin?  Have you ever thought of living  for what you're passionate about without regret ? Have you experienced hilarious situations of telephatic moments you just want to freeze in time? Have you ever laughed so hard at someone's every word and physically weird actions that amuse you so much you don't even bother about the rest of the world who lay their eyes on you and how bad you look? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time off today to find some time alone, a stroll in the park, swimmming beneath the stars, dancing in the rain as though you were invisible to the world,  running across a field of summer flowers, singing with your lungs bursting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get caught up in something you love, rather than mundane routined tasks. Do find your heart, find your soul, find yourself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-9213635666600083261?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/9213635666600083261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/9213635666600083261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-that-i-need.html' title='All that i need'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Ro0eQ8DSosI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ix7UamFmtgU/s72-c/200508982-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1711019640095337046</id><published>2007-06-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:54:49.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover + Divine Secret Company</title><content type='html'>Tuesday's Sleepover was something i would want planned on a monthly basis! Thanks for everything Grace &lt;3 i mean, Rocker Grace! Nono, Grace Depp! Nah, Grace Ong! Haha, don't kill me. Late Night Heart to Heart Talks, Movie Marathons, Stuffing ourselves silly with Ruffles &amp; Sour Cream, Unopened Salsa, Chilli Corn Carne, Mocha (with or without that single scoop of ice cream offer), Shopping (not for ourselves) and basically your company, bestfriend. Much Love!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq09tRI-GI/AAAAAAAAALs/bo_ZmdISATY/s1600-h/CIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078570502030162018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq09tRI-GI/AAAAAAAAALs/bo_ZmdISATY/s400/CIMG0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq04tRI-FI/AAAAAAAAALk/-pYLXEV_yDE/s1600-h/CIMG0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078570416130816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq04tRI-FI/AAAAAAAAALk/-pYLXEV_yDE/s400/CIMG0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0u9RI-EI/AAAAAAAAALc/kWKplF9PGJo/s1600-h/CIMG0333a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078570248627091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0u9RI-EI/AAAAAAAAALc/kWKplF9PGJo/s400/CIMG0333a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0h9RI-DI/AAAAAAAAALU/WWBMpI4AOec/s1600-h/CIMG0331a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078570025288792114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0h9RI-DI/AAAAAAAAALU/WWBMpI4AOec/s400/CIMG0331a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0W9RI-CI/AAAAAAAAALM/W16XNDamlmY/s1600-h/CIMG0343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078569836310231074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0W9RI-CI/AAAAAAAAALM/W16XNDamlmY/s400/CIMG0343a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0OtRI-BI/AAAAAAAAALE/IhatoxwHNNA/s1600-h/CIMG0368a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078569694576310290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0OtRI-BI/AAAAAAAAALE/IhatoxwHNNA/s400/CIMG0368a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0CtRI-AI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5oI2Q4Md4dI/s1600-h/CIMG0372a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078569488417880066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq0CtRI-AI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5oI2Q4Md4dI/s400/CIMG0372a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzxNRI9_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/GziOeBxKZbQ/s1600-h/CIMG0375a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078569187770169330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzxNRI9_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/GziOeBxKZbQ/s400/CIMG0375a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzcdRI9-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FybtpFCSCXc/s1600-h/CIMG0381a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078568831287883746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzcdRI9-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/FybtpFCSCXc/s400/CIMG0381a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzDdRI99I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rmDuAFPKnZU/s1600-h/CIMG0387a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078568401791154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqzDdRI99I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rmDuAFPKnZU/s400/CIMG0387a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyvtRI98I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WLDLFSlvVl4/s1600-h/CIMG0357a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078568062488737730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyvtRI98I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WLDLFSlvVl4/s400/CIMG0357a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqykNRI97I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wk1vN0Z7oww/s1600-h/CIMG0353a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078567864920242098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqykNRI97I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wk1vN0Z7oww/s400/CIMG0353a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyXtRI96I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fkHIS-6TiSw/s1600-h/CIMG0393a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078567650171877282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyXtRI96I/AAAAAAAAAKM/fkHIS-6TiSw/s400/CIMG0393a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyF9RI95I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KBQLaW6w8D0/s1600-h/CIMG0394a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078567345229199250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnqyF9RI95I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KBQLaW6w8D0/s400/CIMG0394a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnqx5NRI94I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iTIrDQSu_C8/s1600-h/CIMG0347a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078567126185867138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnqx5NRI94I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iTIrDQSu_C8/s400/CIMG0347a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the other hand, was simply divine. It being V&amp;d time! Dinner at our usual haunt; Crystal Jade, followed by indecisive dessert decisions, which led to strolls along different streets under the starry night sky and psuedo supper by the pool. The company definitely made the difference for it was nothing short of perfect! Thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! this is one happy entry! School break's ending and we've to get our lazy asses moving, projects and examinations lie ahead! Alright, i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1711019640095337046?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1711019640095337046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1711019640095337046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepover-divine-secret-company.html' title='Sleepover + Divine Secret Company'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rnq09tRI-GI/AAAAAAAAALs/bo_ZmdISATY/s72-c/CIMG0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-8448659630333787823</id><published>2007-06-16T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:19:04.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnN-5NRI93I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EtVn-tHRaIE/s1600-h/May_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076540726255875954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnN-5NRI93I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EtVn-tHRaIE/s400/May_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-8448659630333787823?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8448659630333787823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/8448659630333787823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/06/lasting-impressions.html' title='Lasting Impressions'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RnN-5NRI93I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EtVn-tHRaIE/s72-c/May_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-409307216242297598</id><published>2007-06-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:21:33.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowdance on the inside</title><content type='html'>This space hasn't been updated for a very long time. Reason being, school's sucking the life out of me. Thank goodness, common tests are over! School's out for 2 weeks before the cycle begins again. I need an exotic getaway to the Maldives or the Bahamas to rejuvenate my mentally exhausted brain! Jetting to Hong Kong for some retail therapy sounds as good! Anyone up for it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2-3 weeks was lifeless mugging with the exception of good company! :) Climbing the dreadful 5 levels or heading to Starbucks for daily studying sessions paid off after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd Buddy Picture Time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RmoozdRI92I/AAAAAAAAAJs/MqHUJrWCfso/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073912794681243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RmoozdRI92I/AAAAAAAAAJs/MqHUJrWCfso/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RmooqtRI91I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_eXAkZIxGSQ/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073912644357388114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RmooqtRI91I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_eXAkZIxGSQ/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying so hard to study, looking all intellectual, while someone else was secretly busy with the camera instead of work! Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Enjoy your 2 week break everyone! That's as good as it gets before projects and tests start pouring in yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-409307216242297598?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/409307216242297598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/409307216242297598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/06/slowdance-on-inside.html' title='Slowdance on the inside'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RmoozdRI92I/AAAAAAAAAJs/MqHUJrWCfso/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5457461121278207732</id><published>2007-05-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:28:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You could be my unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rk6YbmOBZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7VEALyVNu8U/s1600-h/12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rk6YbmOBZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7VEALyVNu8U/s400/12b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066154230721636306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month or so, has been filled with many transitions and changes. Difficult decisions made, hurt, sadness that i hope i'll never have to experience ever again. Sometimes, when you make an important decision that changes your fate something else of a bigger dimension hits you right in the face and you're left clueless in search for answers that are unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By sheer luck or some kind of god-given bliss, i thank my friends who have been there through it all for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; romanticize every single thing you do, so won't you just take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-5457461121278207732?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5457461121278207732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5457461121278207732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-could-be-my-unintended.html' title='You could be my unintended'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Rk6YbmOBZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7VEALyVNu8U/s72-c/12b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4749713995781816871</id><published>2007-05-01T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:30:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RjdNqZmQS6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/R5Jo3OyBg0Y/s1600-h/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RjdNqZmQS6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/R5Jo3OyBg0Y/s400/serendipity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059598097195223970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in &lt;br /&gt;Because it's cold outside cold outside it's cold out side &lt;br /&gt;Share with me the secrets that you kept in &lt;br /&gt;Because it's cold inside cold inside it's cold inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your slowly shaking finger tips &lt;br /&gt;Show that your scared like me so &lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend were alone &lt;br /&gt;And I know you may be scared &lt;br /&gt;And I know we're unprepared &lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me &lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible &lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure &lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;Impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a song already &lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality &lt;br /&gt;And it's true I cant go on without you &lt;br /&gt;Your smile makes me see clear &lt;br /&gt;If you could only see in the mirror what I see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your slowly shaking finger tips &lt;br /&gt;Show that your scared like me so &lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend were alone &lt;br /&gt;And I know you may be scared &lt;br /&gt;And I know were unprepared &lt;br /&gt;But I don't care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me &lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible &lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure &lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;Impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down girl you're not going any wear &lt;br /&gt;Just wait around and see &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm much more you never no what lies ahead &lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything &lt;br /&gt;Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed &lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone, anything, I promise I can be what you need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me &lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that you are invincible &lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure &lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4749713995781816871?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4749713995781816871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4749713995781816871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/05/seondhand-serenade.html' title='Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RjdNqZmQS6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/R5Jo3OyBg0Y/s72-c/serendipity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-574937319070733629</id><published>2007-04-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:06:50.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Moss for Topshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhTYJx5Cq5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/p0pl9hzMzGs/s1600-h/wootcopywj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhTYJx5Cq5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/p0pl9hzMzGs/s400/wootcopywj0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049898744712178578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS33x5Cq4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bEJ2fQDPTjc/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049863251102444418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS33x5Cq4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bEJ2fQDPTjc/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3wh5Cq3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yZoIlADTtwE/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049863126548392818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3wh5Cq3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yZoIlADTtwE/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3ox5Cq2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Aus3_3ZW9Q/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049862993404406626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3ox5Cq2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Aus3_3ZW9Q/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3dR5Cq1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Julk6wVLA74/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049862795835910994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3dR5Cq1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Julk6wVLA74/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3Ax5Cq0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/G6eupu7uKBU/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049862306209639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS3Ax5Cq0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/G6eupu7uKBU/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS20R5CqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p_NFxn495cE/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049862091461274418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS20R5CqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p_NFxn495cE/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS2oh5CqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UOBIn53tO1Q/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049861889597811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS2oh5CqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UOBIn53tO1Q/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS2VR5CqxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/D7njsJXm5fU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049861558885329682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhS2VR5CqxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/D7njsJXm5fU/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quirky cool, can't wait for the Singapore launch :) I'd better start saving now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-574937319070733629?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/574937319070733629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/574937319070733629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/04/kate-moss-for-topshop.html' title='Kate Moss for Topshop'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RhTYJx5Cq5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/p0pl9hzMzGs/s72-c/wootcopywj0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-561948170539318625</id><published>2007-03-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:52:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polariod Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bestfriend Love at Starbucks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352462141966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMUoIqR8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Js05Slrq1UU/s400/CIMG0022b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Met Grace this afternoon, the usual fix for us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMP4IqR7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wJFIG7MYdiY/s1600-h/CIMG0019b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352380537587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMP4IqR7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wJFIG7MYdiY/s400/CIMG0019b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Latte, simple yet satisfying! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMKYIqR6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/kWOn_geJsYw/s1600-h/CIMG0035b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352286048307106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMKYIqR6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/kWOn_geJsYw/s400/CIMG0035b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing i love about rainy days is the way it compliments conversation over coffee so well. The satisfaction of downing a warm cuppa Latte and talking about almost anything under the sun! :) Gulping our beverages between giggles, gossip and unglamourous pictures as the rain continued to pour. Our time in the quaint corner of Starbucks definitely flew by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some shots from our lazy rainy afternoon :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Pardon my eyebags and sleepy face, i didn't sleep too well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMEoIqR5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7UY0sfB_qxk/s1600-h/CIMG0034b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352187264059282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMEoIqR5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7UY0sfB_qxk/s400/CIMG0034b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvL_4IqR4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/GKBJyBuvpsc/s1600-h/CIMG0037b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047352105659680642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvL_4IqR4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/GKBJyBuvpsc/s400/CIMG0037b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvL5IIqR3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DqS5rzMG4hA/s1600-h/CIMG0038b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351989695563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvL5IIqR3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DqS5rzMG4hA/s400/CIMG0038b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLwYIqR2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/46gwpoSEBmI/s1600-h/CIMG0047b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351839371708258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLwYIqR2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/46gwpoSEBmI/s400/CIMG0047b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLm4IqR1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pJw53WfoV7Y/s1600-h/CIMG0046b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351676162950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLm4IqR1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pJw53WfoV7Y/s400/CIMG0046b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLhIIqR0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/II95Y_ZZk9M/s1600-h/CIMG0041b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351577378703170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLhIIqR0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/II95Y_ZZk9M/s400/CIMG0041b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLYoIqRzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oRlSlKg1m0A/s1600-h/CIMG0049b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351431349815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLYoIqRzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oRlSlKg1m0A/s400/CIMG0049b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLB4IqRyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jcHyi5K8sq4/s1600-h/CIMG0054b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047351040507791138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvLB4IqRyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jcHyi5K8sq4/s400/CIMG0054b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvK4YIqRxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zep6xHtqyPI/s1600-h/CIMG0053b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350877299033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvK4YIqRxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zep6xHtqyPI/s400/CIMG0053b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKuIIqRwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kowU_7mNrpE/s1600-h/CIMG0111b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350701205374722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKuIIqRwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kowU_7mNrpE/s400/CIMG0111b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKgIIqRvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9Aimt694UN4/s1600-h/CIMG0106b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350460687206130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKgIIqRvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9Aimt694UN4/s400/CIMG0106b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKZIIqRuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c4qy7YwEhMc/s1600-h/CIMG0039b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350340428121826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKZIIqRuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c4qy7YwEhMc/s400/CIMG0039b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKOoIqRtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pCgf7l-ZsjI/s1600-h/CIMG0087b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350160039495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKOoIqRtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pCgf7l-ZsjI/s400/CIMG0087b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKIYIqRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZJpX-DJbzQE/s1600-h/CIMG0070b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350052665312962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvKIYIqRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZJpX-DJbzQE/s400/CIMG0070b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvJ_oIqRrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nxndgC2II9A/s1600-h/CIMG0127b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047349902341457586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvJ_oIqRrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nxndgC2II9A/s400/CIMG0127b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grace, i thoroughly enjoyed myself! :) I'm so glad we're going to be classmates for another year and also, in the same IS class, lots of love! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quote you on this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I can finish off your sentences and piece out what constantly lingers in your mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/26304091-561948170539318625?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/561948170539318625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/561948170539318625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/polariod-pictures.html' title='Polariod Pictures'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgvMUoIqR8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Js05Slrq1UU/s72-c/CIMG0022b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5865426867361763923</id><published>2007-03-24T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:41:25.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BOYFRIEND, NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045345289034704658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgSqzxoapxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YRbKTv54lEE/s400/2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045345220315227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgSqvxoapwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5GA0ftZMNYw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045345014156797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgSqjxoapvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tVb5bP2uVlE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonathan Bennett is so charming! Haha, i really should quit watching too many chick flicks! Its entertaining, yes! But, the story lines are really shallow! Okay, i'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-5865426867361763923?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5865426867361763923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5865426867361763923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-goes-around.html' title='What Goes Around'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgSqzxoapxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YRbKTv54lEE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5533146808900170018</id><published>2007-03-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:02:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgK0BRoapuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oa3-c8YRyf0/s1600-h/2ce1zmc.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044792466614167266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgK0BRoapuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oa3-c8YRyf0/s400/2ce1zmc.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life's been mundane, there isn't anything i seem to look forward to like i used to anymore. I get restless easily and my mind is filled with nothing but weird illusions. I sleep my time away, hoping to gain security through my slumber hours. I thank bestfriend time with Grace, online sessions with Amanda, gymming at the crack of dawn and swimming my late afternoons away! This are the things that keep me sane, at least for now. The stayover at my place with Grace, kept my mind off things. We laughed hard at the chick flick movies flashing on the monitor screen, had heart to heart talks over hot tea, online shopped and obviously had our fair share of vongole pasta. I'm feeling a little blue today though, maybe its just not one of my best days, its when you feel overwhelmed by a sudden surge of emotions that are just too messy to tuck neatly and hideaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Heaven bend to take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To a long and painful fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Truth be told I've tried my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;But somewhere along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have sunk so low I have messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Better I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So don't come round here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And tell me I told you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;We all begin with good intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;When love was raw and young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;We believed that we could change ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The past can be undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;But we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;In the lonely light of morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The wound that would not heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have held so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I've no where left to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm lost to those I thought were friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To everyone I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh they turned their heads embarassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Pretend that they don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;But it's one misstep one slip before you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-5533146808900170018?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5533146808900170018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5533146808900170018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/early-winter.html' title='Early Winter'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RgK0BRoapuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oa3-c8YRyf0/s72-c/2ce1zmc.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-864314347984523255</id><published>2007-03-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:45:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Dear Army Boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfgGpxqAEmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xyYyJqRoI_8/s1600-h/Silas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041787097615176290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfgGpxqAEmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xyYyJqRoI_8/s400/Silas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate the fact that government service has got to steal our time away, I know i'll miss you though my heart tells me to stay strong. I'll miss the free cab rides to and from church, steak and chips lunches, corona extra chill out sessions, drifting into and out of sleep in your arms, movies and butter popcorn, daily phonecalls at any hour, your silly antics that crack me up, earl grey tea with lotsa brown sugar, large portions of pasta and pizza on a football game night, just your company basically! guess we'll have to squeeze all these activities into pur precious weekends from now on! Please take care and keep safe! As cheesy as it may sound, I'll carry your heart with me, just so you know! :) I hope my emotions dont get messy or the better of me tommorow morning. Oh and not forgetting! Please work out more, and come out with those sexy looking muscles the next time i see you! Haha! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Lots of Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-864314347984523255?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/864314347984523255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/864314347984523255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/special-dedication.html' title='A Special Dedication'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfgGpxqAEmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xyYyJqRoI_8/s72-c/Silas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6598911108496777881</id><published>2007-03-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:57:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop! Goes My Heart</title><content type='html'>I caught Music and Lyrics today and this track is stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;So 80's, cheesy dance moves, black avaiators and all! &lt;br /&gt;But, its really catchy!&lt;br /&gt;I love Hugh Grant &lt;3 The Brit accent just does it man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other song is really beautiful, Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUUKI9HHt4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUUKI9HHt4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking from someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And I you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-6598911108496777881?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6598911108496777881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6598911108496777881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='Pop! Goes My Heart'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-6670039319227319615</id><published>2007-03-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:22:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity on high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfA3x1oDX0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/tscZd-j9mUE/s1600-h/CIMG2009a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039589312375775042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfA3x1oDX0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/tscZd-j9mUE/s400/CIMG2009a-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace, how do i even begin? The bestest thing that ever happened to me since i entered Polytechnic. Morning packed breakfast, Lattes in a flask, Spicy Potato Chicken, Doodling on notes, Taking photos via web cam during tutorials, Skipping Oral Com lecture for town! ( the aftermath was unforgettable), Morning text messages and wake up calls, Starbucks at holland v, Scrumptious hearty meals at nice bistros, Crystal Jade La Mian, Online shopping during Project Work, Street Soccer, Juice Diet that failed, Youtube Dramas, Long walks to the bus stop, Prep cardigans, Skinny Jeans, Geeky Glasses, Mugging at the Pond ; i shall not mention about the notes that flew away! and not forgetting your silly vomit actions that always crack me up! You're the best lah, seriously! What we need to do now to complete the list is catch a movie and gym/swim! See you soon Grace, after the 15th! Stay happy and dont let anything affect your cheerful self! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe i dedicated the whole post to you, so savour it! hahaha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/26304091-6670039319227319615?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6670039319227319615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/6670039319227319615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/infinity-on-high.html' title='Infinity on high'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RfA3x1oDX0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/tscZd-j9mUE/s72-c/CIMG2009a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-5145032323674928194</id><published>2007-03-04T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:09:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Reqawc37CnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EuasK7sE0es/s1600-h/2pynrmb(edit).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038009290342468210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Reqawc37CnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EuasK7sE0es/s400/2pynrmb(edit).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Hot! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-5145032323674928194?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5145032323674928194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/5145032323674928194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/Reqawc37CnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EuasK7sE0es/s72-c/2pynrmb(edit).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4162143576171983643</id><published>2007-03-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:20:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fund me somebody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Marc Jacobs creation is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877317448564466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/ReaVO9O-fvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xCJ3bUB28ZI/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-4162143576171983643?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4162143576171983643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4162143576171983643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/03/couture.html' title='Couture'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/ReaVO9O-fvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xCJ3bUB28ZI/s72-c/marc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-1949809036572747527</id><published>2007-02-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:52:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>This song means more than its title spells.&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks wordy and boring, but do take time out to read,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know if it will change your perception on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth&lt;br /&gt;until they have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself&lt;br /&gt;and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility&lt;br /&gt;lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future, but know that worrying is as effective&lt;br /&gt;as trying to solve an algebra equation;&lt;br /&gt;by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed&lt;br /&gt;your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts,&lt;br /&gt;don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you're behind, the race is long and in the end;&lt;br /&gt;it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;&lt;br /&gt;if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22&lt;br /&gt;what they wanted to do with their lives,&lt;br /&gt;some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe dance the funky&lt;br /&gt;chicken dance on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or&lt;br /&gt;berate yourself either – your choices are half chance,&lt;br /&gt;so are everybody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of it, or what others think of it,&lt;br /&gt;it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been hurting, and I know&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, just helping you out, whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know&lt;br /&gt;when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past&lt;br /&gt;and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;but for the precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because&lt;br /&gt;the older you get, the more you need the people&lt;br /&gt;you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;&lt;br /&gt;live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise,&lt;br /&gt;politicians will philander, you too will get old.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young&lt;br /&gt;prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and&lt;br /&gt;children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse;&lt;br /&gt;but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy but, be patient with those who supply it.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past&lt;br /&gt;from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts&lt;br /&gt;and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i come home after a long day feeling so unaccomplished and stretched to the maximum of my abilities. Those are the times when i feel like giving up and i think to myself, why is this race to find my never-ending perfection so tiring? Yet at times i feel there are certain standards that have to be adhered to, in order to achieve the goals set to live my future life. Is it really okay to live life for myself, to meet my own needs? or would that be too selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyone interested in donating to Andrea's college fund? I'm already starting to save. Hopefully i'll make it to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LSE&lt;/span&gt; one day. That will be the day i will feel totally at peace with my run for perfection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-1949809036572747527?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1949809036572747527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/1949809036572747527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunscreen.html' title='Sunscreen'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-4027524004031233633</id><published>2007-02-17T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:37:28.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Art</title><content type='html'>So, it was Valentine's Day 3 days ago! I was terribly tired to blog as i averaged 4 hrs of sleep a day this week till thursday, due to the examinations! Its freedom for now, 8 whole weeks! :) Whoopee! Well, Valentine's Day this year was rather special! I recieved a suprise while mugging for my last paper and also, a fantabulous dinner at Fosters which definitely took my examination stress away! The setting was beautiful with candles everywhere, delicious hearty western food was served and lastly, live music! :) I know Valentine's Day is an over rated event with so many couples jam packing the streets holding bouquets! But oh well, i guess we all had our fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was mugging my heart out, hoping to go for dinner guilt free of work! My parents came home and passed me a package which was delivered at the door step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXi64PP8HI/AAAAAAAAACE/9xKTl2lclpE/s1600-h/CIMG4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032177659813032050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXi64PP8HI/AAAAAAAAACE/9xKTl2lclpE/s400/CIMG4263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXil4PP8GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XtLZVrM2yZE/s1600-h/CIMG4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032177299035779170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXil4PP8GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XtLZVrM2yZE/s400/CIMG4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was really suprised because firstly, i have always told silas how i felt : that flowers are a ridiculous representation of love on vday as it wilts the next day! secondly, its so over priced on vday! But, i really appreciate the effort and not forgetting the chocolates :) &lt;p&gt;Then it was off to Fosters! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXiJ4PP8FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NzqB5xa0ScY/s1600-h/CIMG4281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032176817999442002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXiJ4PP8FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NzqB5xa0ScY/s400/CIMG4281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXiCIPP8EI/AAAAAAAAABs/2M5KBuCsz8o/s1600-h/CIMG4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032176684855455810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXiCIPP8EI/AAAAAAAAABs/2M5KBuCsz8o/s400/CIMG4288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXh0IPP8DI/AAAAAAAAABk/187YDB-S7Sk/s1600-h/CIMG4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032176444337287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXh0IPP8DI/AAAAAAAAABk/187YDB-S7Sk/s400/CIMG4299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rose- Petal Wine was impeccable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhfYPP8CI/AAAAAAAAABc/mJCOskwcpqE/s1600-h/CIMG4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032176087855001634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhfYPP8CI/AAAAAAAAABc/mJCOskwcpqE/s400/CIMG4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The free rose from Fosters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhUoPP8BI/AAAAAAAAABU/YjwFs0GkFI0/s1600-h/CIMG4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032175903171407890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhUoPP8BI/AAAAAAAAABU/YjwFs0GkFI0/s400/CIMG4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhHoPP8AI/AAAAAAAAABM/2v9M5wIWx74/s1600-h/CIMG4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032175679833108482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXhHoPP8AI/AAAAAAAAABM/2v9M5wIWx74/s400/CIMG4308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXg34PP7_I/AAAAAAAAABE/HInzpyL24FY/s1600-h/CIMG4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032175409250168818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXg34PP7_I/AAAAAAAAABE/HInzpyL24FY/s400/CIMG4317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgvIPP7-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KAsui_ASeD8/s1600-h/CIMG4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032175258926313442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgvIPP7-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KAsui_ASeD8/s400/CIMG4318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgi4PP79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d32BSdypJWo/s1600-h/CIMG4321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032175048472915922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgi4PP79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d32BSdypJWo/s400/CIMG4321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgXoPP78I/AAAAAAAAAAs/M2hy2kl28-M/s1600-h/CIMG4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032174855199387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgXoPP78I/AAAAAAAAAAs/M2hy2kl28-M/s400/CIMG4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgH4PP77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bY8-ZSu2mVg/s1600-h/CIMG4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032174584616447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXgH4PP77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bY8-ZSu2mVg/s400/CIMG4331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a long walk home from Holland Village once again! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfy4PP76I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OpHCjHNcSD4/s1600-h/CIMG4341a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032174223839195042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfy4PP76I/AAAAAAAAAAc/OpHCjHNcSD4/s400/CIMG4341a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfoYPP75I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TZcgFKZugrc/s1600-h/CIMG4350b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032174043450568594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfoYPP75I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TZcgFKZugrc/s400/CIMG4350b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfd4PP74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4ldlJdQE6A/s1600-h/CIMG4338a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032173863061942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXfd4PP74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4ldlJdQE6A/s400/CIMG4338a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, i truly thank you for everything! You always make special occasions like these so memorable for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last paper on Thursday, Grace and I went for our long awaited manicure and also indulged in some retail therapy! Love you Grace! Hope everyone will have a great Chinese New Year break, feeding on unhealthy goodies and collecting you know what! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/26304091-4027524004031233633?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4027524004031233633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/4027524004031233633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/02/pop-art.html' title='Pop Art'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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/_FHoWZiKtLT8/RdXi64PP8HI/AAAAAAAAACE/9xKTl2lclpE/s72-c/CIMG4263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-117136293369043950</id><published>2007-02-13T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:35:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cool for school</title><content type='html'>My dad's too cool for me! I came home and found him on the coach watching/listening to Justin Timberlake on MTV via the sound system! Haha, must have been the Grammy Awards that influenced him! 2 down 2 more to go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-117136293369043950?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117136293369043950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117136293369043950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-cool-for-school.html' title='Too cool for school'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-117043333144092851</id><published>2007-02-03T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:22:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/16201/img09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/320/77228/img09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when everything is going smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;certain things have got to bog down the atmosphere?&lt;br /&gt;and allow your senses to be so overwhelmed by a rush&lt;br /&gt;of nervousness and insecurities all at once?&lt;br /&gt;You stand there holding a worried heart,&lt;br /&gt;wondering what's going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;I detest uncontrollable emotions,&lt;br /&gt;but for such a natural occurence who's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;What started off as a great day,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly crumbled into a rut of insecurities housed in a troubled heart.&lt;br /&gt;As i lay on my bed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thoughts channel through my mind as i wonder&lt;br /&gt; what exactly does tommorow have in store for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stupid message spoilt my day, as if it could get any worse with the exam stress piling up.&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/26304091-117043333144092851?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117043333144092851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117043333144092851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/02/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-117034868209359352</id><published>2007-02-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:53:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/846483/img04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/320/966558/img04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you once in a while;&lt;br /&gt;between my dreams and slumber.&lt;br /&gt;But reality hits me straight in the face;&lt;br /&gt;look at us now and how far we've come?&lt;br /&gt;We were once entwined and shared conversations,&lt;br /&gt;you blow my mind, though we speak no more.&lt;br /&gt;Etched in my heart, there you'll be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-117034868209359352?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117034868209359352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/117034868209359352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/02/capturing-moments.html' title='Capturing Moments'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116913497287652687</id><published>2007-01-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:42:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malibu Nights</title><content type='html'>We can finally get Sass &amp; Bide apparel in Singapore! :) I totally got to save up and stop impulse shopping habits! I absolutely detest stress! But exams are coming up in a months time and thus, i shall drown myself in books and what not for now! Besides that, i guess self- discipline such as abstinence from the computer is also a necessity though i don't think i can live a day without this tech toy! Thank goodness for The Buena Vista Social Club's beats , at least my head isn't filled with figures or definitions before slumber! Bye for now, till the end of this dreadful exam period!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIATUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116913497287652687?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116913497287652687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116913497287652687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/01/malibu-nights.html' title='Malibu Nights'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116895925773712438</id><published>2007-01-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:00:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eleven years and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/490858/DSC00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/874889/DSC00262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/580006/DSC00261a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/345990/DSC00261a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this picture? It was taken yonks ago! I look like an oversized fat fishball with crooked teeth yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/823785/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/459620/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Nik&lt;/strong&gt; for one of her "baking grocery shopping" trips after school today! Boy was it good catching up after what seemed like eons! I hope your cupcakes + pretty icing turn out great and don't forget my share! (: Thanks for the laughter, the funny moments that tickle me silly and basically the company! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116895925773712438?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116895925773712438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116895925773712438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/01/tainted-love.html' title='Tainted Love'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116843787039033805</id><published>2007-01-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:30:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paycheck</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the Sushi treat &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/182099/CIMG3930a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/133651/CIMG3930a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/894656/CIMG3923a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/982505/CIMG3923a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to The Coffee Bean at Expo before service :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/415138/CIMG3935a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/790699/CIMG3935a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/860730/CIMG3941b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/860441/CIMG3941b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/553535/CIMG3945a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/909479/CIMG3945a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I got bored during tutorial today! Well, its not as cool as the MacBook but it was great fun! &lt;3 Starbucks, yet again tommorow! It never gets boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/113296/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/853523/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/927368/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/50943/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/596853/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/669287/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examinations are coming up! Then it'll be a LONG holiday! I seriously can't wait, EIGHT WHOLE WEEKS BABY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116843787039033805?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116843787039033805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116843787039033805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-paycheck.html' title='First Paycheck'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116765733709080462</id><published>2007-01-01T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:23:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was New Year's Eve. This year it was spent with the company of Silas, Sa, Alex and Annabeth! These people really make me smile! :) They are fun to be with and do the darnest things over coffee and conversation. Almost every year we'll head to the Esplanade as a family to catch the annual fireworks display, but i guess this year was an exception we had a great steamboat dinner together in the evening afterwhich, my parents just chilled at home with their friends while Sa and I headed to Holland Village! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/925190/CIMG3775a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/288752/CIMG3775a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Starbucks yet again! After the countdown, we headed to Haagen Daz for some Macadamia Nut Ice Cream before making our way home eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/108422/CIMG3795a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/716414/CIMG3795a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a nice long walk home from Holland Village :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/615611/CIMG3846a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/762765/CIMG3846a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/930864/CIMG3844a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/840529/CIMG3844a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/829790/CIMG3843a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/137617/CIMG3843a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had fun at their respective countdown parties because, i definitely did! :) Holland Village was not crowded (yay!) and i had my favourite Latte &lt;3 as the night passed quickly! Happy New Year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116765733709080462?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116765733709080462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116765733709080462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116741583364629327</id><published>2006-12-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:32:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Finally! Time to update the many many photos taken during the Hong Kong vacation! The nearly week long Hong Kong vacation was great! I loved the weather ( turtle necks, fur coats, boots) the food ( think : 24 hr food outlets which serve great sandwiches, noodles and dim sum! the best hot lemon tea with 5 slices of lemon, not half a slice which is what we pathetically get here!) the shopping ( every bend on the street there would be shops, malls and what not which open till 11.30 pm daily)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll let the pictures do the talking and quit ranting on how much i enjoyed myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/282108/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/902680/cloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane Ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/928856/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/174561/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/54095/CIMG3223a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/195852/CIMG3223a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/770269/CIMG3284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/815125/CIMG3284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/876225/CIMG3303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/752781/CIMG3303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets we walked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/369047/CIMG3312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/843717/CIMG3312.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/348305/CIMG3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/263986/CIMG3304.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/699396/CIMG3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/743327/CIMG3310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icy Mango Treats at "Shui Liu Shan" after all that shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/54985/CIMG3323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/956644/CIMG3323.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/924629/CIMG3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/746219/CIMG3320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dinner with our favourite nephew and my extended family at an authentic hotel, the air was freezing cold, which resulted in me consuming more food! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/440774/CIMG3267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/653369/CIMG3267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the mad amount of pigeons we had to consume! But, undeniably delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/846246/CIMG3240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/989311/CIMG3240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Soy Bean Curd Dessert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/610954/CIMG3274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/450475/CIMG3274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, back at the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/808041/CIMG3389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/315515/CIMG3389.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/850612/CIMG3330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/489952/CIMG3330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/431260/CIMG3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/815254/CIMG3336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at a local cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/121789/CIMG3393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/440675/CIMG3393.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/69958/CIMG3394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/665459/CIMG3394.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/239006/CIMG3397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/513157/CIMG3397.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ferry from Kowloon to Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/630657/CIMG3420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/621587/CIMG3420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/741592/CIMG3422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/315981/CIMG3422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/903615/CIMG3430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/952898/CIMG3430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/624472/CIMG3432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/742312/CIMG3432.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hong Kong Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/78970/CIMG3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/859789/CIMG3429.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/589165/CIMG3433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/779178/CIMG3433.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus down to Stanley Market and had lunch at an authentic looking restaurant The bus ride to Stanley was LONG but the scenary at Repulse Bay, South Bay and The Peak were amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/275013/CIMG3434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/239663/CIMG3434.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/831293/CIMG3435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/23656/CIMG3435.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at a Shanghainese restaurant, the fish was the only picture i took as everyone started on the rest and it didnt look that good as there where holes and gaps here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/847874/CIMG3382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/433013/CIMG3382.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/431689/CIMG3367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/884985/CIMG3367.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what they have there : Krispy Kremes! Definitely stuffed ourselves silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/327464/CIMG3446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/751081/CIMG3446.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Scene in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/132671/CIMG3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/608791/CIMG3361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings are MAD they still ate supper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/641297/CIMG3391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/103277/CIMG3391.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with Silas the next morning at the cafe across our hotel! My family ate there pratically everyday, simply because the food was great! :) The Hong Kong cafe's in Singapore are pricy and they don't have the same standard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/968553/CIMG3449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/760753/CIMG3449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Chicken &amp; Noodles, Heavenly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/132517/CIMG3448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/41340/CIMG3448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato and Egg Sandwich sounds ordinary but tastes superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/144549/CIMG3450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/558710/CIMG3450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Holiday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/153203/CIMG3451a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/905058/CIMG3451a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/463164/CIMG3457a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/582458/CIMG3457a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP Madness after breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/821346/CIMG3462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/666327/CIMG3462.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa and I got really bored, naturally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/684760/CIMG3464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/246826/CIMG3464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/720422/CIMG3523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/935826/CIMG3523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/106416/CIMG3530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/845780/CIMG3530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/629440/CIMG3534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/517168/CIMG3534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/166347/CIMG3543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/110685/CIMG3543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/623709/CIMG3560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/606291/CIMG3560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY Meatballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/412774/steam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/147358/steam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Steamboat is a MUST TRY! It was definitely superb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/790039/steam%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/806379/steam%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Tree filled with wishes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/929922/CIMG3620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/686968/CIMG3620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we spotted! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas wish must be written by a Singaporean boy who's dad buys 4D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/941911/CIMG3616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/398371/CIMG3616.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Hong Kong, Hello Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/105941/CIMG3626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/975290/CIMG3626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, the pictures really speak for themselves! I definitely ate alot, shopped alot and had alot of fun! :) Well, i hope everyone had a blessed christmas! I'm so tired and lazy to upload the christmas photos so, till the next post! Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116741583364629327?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116741583364629327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116741583364629327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116679972702510659</id><published>2006-12-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:13:07.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/15105/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/916050/serendipity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;Serendipity&lt;/strong&gt; once again! I love it, simply because its one of those films which i could say "never gets old" you can watch over and over again, yet it still instills the same warm Christmas feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in less than two days and i'm looking forward to family dinners where large turkeys, roasted vegetables and good wine are present at the table, followed by gift exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night sessions with great company, on a big comfy couch accompanied by a huge mug of hazlenutlatte, old christmas carols playing in the background and lots of sharing as we people watch would be the cherry on top of a great christmas log cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could experience winter here, it would definitely set the mood for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Christmas all and i hope everyone had a memorable 2006! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong picture updates soon, i'm just soaking in the festivities right now or should i say plain lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snippet of the film Serendipity, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0avNeh-0q4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0avNeh-0q4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116679972702510659?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116679972702510659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116679972702510659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116611000357251475</id><published>2006-12-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:26:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>Silas left this morning, I'm bored to bits because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no random calls&lt;br /&gt;no late night talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i'm leaving in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116611000357251475?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116611000357251475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116611000357251475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116593177184621194</id><published>2006-12-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:02:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/60625/studyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/46513/studyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late-night study sesh in the brother's room includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Comfy Quilts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fantabulous JBL headphones for my iPod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Warm Beverages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annoying little brother who takes unglamorous photos and laughs himself silly! haha :) Thank goodness common tests end this Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116593177184621194?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116593177184621194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116593177184621194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-piece-of-heaven.html' title='A little piece of heaven'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116574489715688570</id><published>2006-12-10T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:04:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts on parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/433842/CIMG0880b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/41398/CIMG0880b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one ever saw me like you do&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I could add up to&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes see everything&lt;br /&gt;Without a single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I never know what you see but there's&lt;br /&gt;something in the way you look at me &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/26304091-116574489715688570?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116574489715688570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116574489715688570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/hearts-on-parade.html' title='Hearts on parade'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116550825815455762</id><published>2006-12-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:58:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all around</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to soak into the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; festivities after the common tests end next week! Shopping, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; themed movies and great company over piping hot Starbucks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/494339/CIMG3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/730834/CIMG3014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my all time favourite &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tunes! The video is so classic, just check out the dorky wigs on the back up singers and the old school dancers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMnNau8d-Gs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i'm finally heading back to Hong Kong to spend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; with my Paternal Grandmother. Hopefully, when i get back i'll have sufficient time to meet up with all my special friends (you guys know who you are) I just wish the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; season will never come to an end! The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; festivities are something i look forward to annually, its certainly better than all the public holidays combined together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the festive holidays all! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116550825815455762?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116550825815455762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116550825815455762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-is-all-around.html' title='Love is all around'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116511956105258343</id><published>2006-12-03T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:19:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/302146/CIMG2960a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/909802/CIMG2960a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its moments like these when imperfection becomes perfection &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/26304091-116511956105258343?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116511956105258343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116511956105258343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116496814538381144</id><published>2006-12-01T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:16:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/545229/Banner_P1_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/529199/Banner_P1_Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks coffee flavours and cheery crimson cups makes me want to soak into the festive season! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116496814538381144?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116496814538381144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116496814538381144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/12/starbucks_01.html' title='Starbucks!'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116463906105449238</id><published>2006-11-27T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:52:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip a smile into your pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long-Overdued Formal Presentation Day Pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/763945/DSC00176b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/566717/DSC00176b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Mel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/1600/997586/DSC00177a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1521/2753/400/833668/DSC00177a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's stressing me out big time! Looking at the amount of revision i have to cover by tonight, a short post it shall be! Thank goodness we end at 12 tommorow and i've made plans! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116463906105449238?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116463906105449238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116463906105449238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/11/slip-smile-into-your-pocket_27.html' title='Slip a smile into your pocket'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116419971237486637</id><published>2006-11-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:57:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a fairly short day at school today thus, Grace and I headed to Wheelock Place for lunch to curb our unhealthy &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fish and Co.&lt;/span&gt; craving! It was definitely satisfying, i cleared my pan more quickly than expected! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/fc%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/fc%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/fc%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/fc%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/fc%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/fc%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, off to our secret budget stores for great buys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/fc%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/fc%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "EVERYTHING" Buddy &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/CIMG2942a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/CIMG2942a.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days were spent in great company! :) I met Debbie yesterday over Starbucks at Holland Village it was definitely a great catch up sesh, since the last time i remember meeting her was when we collected our PSLE results? Gosh! that was eons ago! Thanks for the black drainpipe skinnies and the company! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116419971237486637?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116419971237486637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116419971237486637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/11/summer-secrets.html' title='Summer Secrets'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116403212518127550</id><published>2006-11-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:17:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kremes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT ARRIVED FRESH FROM AUSSIE TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/krispykremes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/krispykremes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISPY KREMES, MY SWEET INDULGENCE!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&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/26304091-116403212518127550?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116403212518127550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116403212518127550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/11/krispy-kremes.html' title='Krispy Kremes'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116342969649177422</id><published>2006-11-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:57:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/yay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Morning light shall burst bright and keep us safely here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116342969649177422?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116342969649177422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116342969649177422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunset-bay.html' title='Sunset Bay'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116271868027859067</id><published>2006-11-05T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:39:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/71553977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/71553977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound terribly secular in this entry but i've been tremendously blessed by the messages from the arise and build campaign during the past few weeks. Although I've prayed for a sum to pledge, something about yesterdays message changed my mind to give more. I personally feel that in order to be blessed we have to move in the realm of the precious, sacrificing what means so much to ourselves in exchange for what god has in store for us. Sitting at the study table with dimmed lights and light worship songs playing in the background sets the mood for my daily quiet time, after an entire hectic day spent in school, it is only during times like these when i feel at peace and my mind is calm thus, the lord speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pouring out this treasure you gave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your promises our hearts turn brave&lt;br /&gt;i will arise and lay down this sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;as we're building your house on high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116271868027859067?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116271868027859067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116271868027859067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/11/heart-of-worship.html' title='Heart of worship'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116214322210784112</id><published>2006-10-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:51:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/3c6lumr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/3c6lumr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its only third week of school, I feel as though i've got so much to study and cram into my brain! Mindmaps, markers, rough paper and what not are laid out on my study table when i get home. Maybe, i just expect too much from myself sometimes! I just want to get my life planned out in front of me so that i don't stress over my future and carrer prospects! But then again, who's to know what the future holds for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've screwed up once, i know what it feels like to let myself down. The feeling, i can't describe! I should have moved on from the fact that i couldn't move to year two in CJ but i can't help but feel it was due to a bad combination choice and wrong study methods. Okay, that's the brighter side of things, maybe i'm just downright dumb and not cut out for a JC course at all. Looking ahead, next year most of the people i know are going to head to unis and planning their next course of education. I just hope my results turn out great so i can head to a local university two years from now, graduate and work my way up as a banker. I pray it will come to past! I really should quit ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, &lt;strong&gt;COLDPLAY &lt;/strong&gt;has not only been on the favourite playlist, it was on repeat! they play such awesome music, it touches the sentiments of my soul and leaves me in awe. Definitely a great way to relieve a stressed and exhausted mind! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't Panic - Coldplay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones sinking like stones,&lt;br /&gt;All that we've fought for,&lt;br /&gt;Homes, places we've grown,&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do, yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all that I know,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here to run from,&lt;br /&gt;Cos yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116214322210784112?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116214322210784112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116214322210784112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/parachutes.html' title='Parachutes'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116162004093580287</id><published>2006-10-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:15:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellogoodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/2b4nntw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/2b4nntw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the imperfections and the asymmetry, that I find beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is distancing, cold and frankly boring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116162004093580287?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116162004093580287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116162004093580287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellogoodbye.html' title='Hellogoodbye'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116067546134194680</id><published>2006-10-13T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:53:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saccharine sweet scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grace Ong&lt;/strong&gt;, my funny buddy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/yay%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/yay%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt; once again! But, this time we &lt;br /&gt;had the signature hot chocolate which is love &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/yay%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/yay%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Havaianas&lt;/strong&gt;, comfort for the sole! (pardon my fat toes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/yay%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/yay%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fab! :) met Grace for shopping, dinner, starbucks one last time before school finally re-opens next week! The pictures speak for themselves, i enjoyed myself very much! :) I finally used my Havaianas gift vouchers to purchase my comfy flip flops! Grace did way more shopping then i did! haha, we're gonna look like twinies when school starts! Well, you can't help it when two people have too similar tastes for their own good! :) The weekends here! once again have a great one all! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116067546134194680?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116067546134194680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116067546134194680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/saccharine-sweet-scent.html' title='Saccharine sweet scent'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116058855003172168</id><published>2006-10-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:44:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/3b8ngpo3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/3b8ngpo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are messy.&lt;br /&gt;Tuck them neatly away and step into a clean, &lt;br /&gt;sterile room where the procedure is simple.&lt;br /&gt;Cut, suture, close.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you're faced to a cut that won't heal,&lt;br /&gt;a cut that rips its stitches wide open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116058855003172168?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116058855003172168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116058855003172168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-morning-jacket.html' title='My morning jacket'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116032797687579212</id><published>2006-10-09T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:22:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sense a wonder deep inside your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;as i search my mind for a definition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116032797687579212?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116032797687579212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116032797687579212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/possibilties.html' title='Possibilties'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-116011111133355641</id><published>2006-10-06T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:05:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the geeky brother's &lt;strong&gt;PSLE&lt;/strong&gt; is over! Which means, more freedom! :) I love shopping with mummy, i swear its the best thing you could do on a Friday morning before the afternoon crowd starts to move in! Shops seem to provide a tad, better services and you avoid long queues at the cashier and fitting rooms as well! I'm satisfied with my various purchases plus, the weekends here! have a great one all! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-116011111133355641?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116011111133355641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/116011111133355641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-sunshine.html' title='Hello, sunshine!'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115996533669058534</id><published>2006-10-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:38:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclecticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/shop%20sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/shop%20sticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delightful fashion come backs and designer wear that will take&lt;br /&gt;me ages to save up for! Nonetheless, I love this boutique for&lt;br /&gt;its unique vintage style and comfortable atmosphere. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115996533669058534?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115996533669058534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115996533669058534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/10/eclecticism.html' title='Eclecticism'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115918320437520667</id><published>2006-09-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:04:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL GRAND FINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off to New York New York for a meal before the finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was all american delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to the indoor stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/haha%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/haha%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/haha%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/haha%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography wasn't allowed inside thus, i have no pictures&lt;br /&gt;of the two supposed heart-throbs with belting volcals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Finals were awesome, although we were not&lt;br /&gt;hard-core fans who chase Singapore Idol episodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope Jonathan wins (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115918320437520667?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115918320437520667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115918320437520667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing cars'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115907922896710251</id><published>2006-09-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:27:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady as she goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/1815886_Aless_Mazur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/1815886_Aless_Mazur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alessandra Ambrioso can immobalize anyone's vision!&lt;/u&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/26304091-115907922896710251?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115907922896710251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115907922896710251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/steady-as-she-goes.html' title='Steady as she goes'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115889076363702822</id><published>2006-09-22T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:08:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A breath of sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great chill-out sesh with &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; this week! :) It began with a scrumptious dinner at a cosy Japanese diner, followed by retail therapy indulgence, time flew as usual and before we knew it we found ourselves seated at THE favourite hang-out, Starbucks! Latte and a whole lot of conversation is bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115889076363702822?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115889076363702822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115889076363702822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/breath-of-sunshine.html' title='A breath of sunshine'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115882258576961951</id><published>2006-09-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:09:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love/ Set The Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrea Leung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26/07/88&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown-Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;164 cm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right-Handed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa-Campana Flats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting Emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losing Loved Ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magherita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an IM:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Tell Me Something Interesting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+IM%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snooze!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Past Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tap-Dancing Classes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macs Drive-Thru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" 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Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At Dire Points In Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love Them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I'm Snuggled Up In Bed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" 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name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medicine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I Didn't I'd Die!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Was Shared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+ever+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sushi Teh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its The Holidays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mm, No!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha,No!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Purchase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, Vodka Overload!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha,No!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Buy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old And Accomplished&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Private Banker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bahamas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown-Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;175cm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;65kg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple, Smart And Presentable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZERO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost Count!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115882258576961951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115882258576961951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/summer-love-set-mood.html' title='Summer Love/ Set The Mood'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115849022294404563</id><published>2006-09-17T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:50:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Future Sex/ Love Sounds&lt;/u&gt; is a fusion of dance beats, pounding bass lines and palatable vocals which are occasionally fraught with electronic distortions. This album which contains insanely catchy tracks, is a definite must have! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115849022294404563?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115849022294404563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115849022294404563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/sexy-back.html' title='Sexy back'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115830801779139052</id><published>2006-09-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:17:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart to hold you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/A&amp;R%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/A%26R%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're tumbling down, a heart to hold you won't be far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wherever you are and if your heart should melt away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter, i'll find you anyway. &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/26304091-115830801779139052?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115830801779139052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115830801779139052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-to-hold-you.html' title='A heart to hold you'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115815902180222999</id><published>2006-09-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:55:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macintosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/ipodshuffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/ipodshuffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mac &lt;/span&gt;evangelists out there&lt;br /&gt;the latest &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;iPOD SHUFFLE&lt;/span&gt; is SO &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone,  get me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;! it'll come in handy for my routine jogs!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115815902180222999?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115815902180222999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115815902180222999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/macintosh.html' title='Macintosh'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115814616493350971</id><published>2006-09-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:18:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hollywood Glamour</title><content type='html'>Do Celebrities have to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/Ashlee%20Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/Ashlee%20Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergo plastic surgery to restructure their noses, chin,lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/Ashlee%20Body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/Ashlee%20Body.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss galore for Simpson and Richie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/Richie%20Body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/Richie%20Body.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have stick-thin, trainer- toned bodies to stand out and gain popularity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities these days who are under public scrutiny and carefully trailed by unexpected paparazzi teams are usually those who are insecure about their well being in general. Look at the Hollywood celebrities that are plastered all over our magazine covers and movie screens now, majority own a trainer-toned ( too thin for their own good) body, long blond locks of hair and sometimes plastic surgery structured faces or bodies! Is this the trend we want to see continue? Very soon, all the actresses will look like carbon copies of one another (blond haired "bombshells" on sticks) so much for standing out of the crowd. Most girls suffer from eating disorders due to the percieved "glamorous-looking" standards set by these celebrities! Whatever happened to Old-Hollywood glamour? Where stars such as Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn had their own sense of style and self-confidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115814616493350971?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115814616493350971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115814616493350971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-hollywood-glamour.html' title='Old Hollywood Glamour'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115790201230132630</id><published>2006-09-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:26:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy returned from Nagoya-Japan yesterday! This signifies the end of my healthy-eating plans and hello! junkfood and carbs galore! (: The loot consisted of juicy peaches, tomatoes, wholesome butter biscuits, authentic rice crackers, vending machine-styled cup noodles and truckloads of udon and soba! I definitely want my holiday spent there, sushi, sashimi and what not! simply delectable (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115790201230132630?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115790201230132630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115790201230132630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/japanese-loot.html' title='Japanese loot'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115773660083078909</id><published>2006-09-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:30:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornamental keepsakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty textured fabrics, vintage gumball charms, printed artistic quotes and tantalising dessert recipes just pushes me into such a DIY mood. I think i'll start to make more accessories, home decorative items and desserts that will satisfy your tastebuds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115773660083078909?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115773660083078909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115773660083078909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/ornamental-keepsakes.html' title='Ornamental keepsakes'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115747253950317310</id><published>2006-09-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:55:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late-night hangouts</title><content type='html'>So far the holidays have been fantasitic :) Yesterday saw &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Joette&lt;/strong&gt; hanging out till late at my place. I had a ball cam-whoring, laughing a tad too much, indulging in our cheap finds such as sparkling wine and engaging in random conversations sleep over style :) That technically sums up my wonderful night which was pure decadence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the company Joe &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115747253950317310?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115747253950317310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115747253950317310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/late-night-hangouts.html' title='Late-night hangouts'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115704399648369620</id><published>2006-09-01T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:55:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the last dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyun Woo &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115704399648369620?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115704399648369620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115704399648369620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/09/save-last-dance.html' title='Save the last dance'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115677175519222385</id><published>2006-08-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:33:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, hope the holidays are going great! i need to get my ass of the couch and do something productive! Today, was BORING! Thus, the revamping of my bathroom! haha (: I needed to neaten things out and throw away unwanted stuff that has been lying around in the drawers for ages! It sorta came up to two whole plastic bags full of trash, from unwanted make-up products to dust collected hair sprays, cheap bottled perfumes and old rubberbands which are no longer stretchable! heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what a random post! but oh well, there's much to be done within these seven weeks before school officially re-opens! Long distance running and Gymming with Alex tommorow, Swimming and Movies with Silas the next day and the much awaited shopping session with Foong the day after! Joe, we need to hang out after your prelims too! (: I feel rejuvenated for the week ahead! Poop, Mum's leaving for Japan this Saturday for a business trip! Though it'll only be a week, i'll MISS her! Hope she gets back with lotsa GOODIES for us! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i'm going to continue slacking my night away watching Pirates of the Carribean, falling in love with Jack Sparrow accompanied by a few shots of Baileys Irish Cream. SAVVY? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115677175519222385?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115677175519222385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115677175519222385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115668364152740126</id><published>2006-08-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:00:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you i will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, was my beloved well-fed &lt;strong&gt;brother's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday! (: Although, i find him annoying and full of rubbish with his weird antics most of the time! I still love him! Hope you had a great one dude! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was spent with &lt;strong&gt;Joette&lt;/strong&gt;! It was fun having you at my place today! Hope the business we envisioned will come to pass! (: More chill - out sessions to come dear! Much love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that technically sums up my week which was pretty enjoyable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;strong&gt;Teddy Geiger&lt;/strong&gt; songs are love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As what I can't have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and cannon ball into the water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you I will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me if I stutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From all of the clutter in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a water bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand times, no more camouflauge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could dim the lights in the mall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And create a mood I would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shout out your name so it echos in every room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I'd do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I'd do, to get through to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115668364152740126?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115668364152740126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115668364152740126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-you-i-will.html' title='For you i will'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26304091.post-115635177179148847</id><published>2006-08-24T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:52:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/1600/SachaDenBiyan_Form_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1521/2753/400/SachaDenBiyan_Form_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least, we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings, because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way you can write truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken From The Novel: The Blind Assasin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26304091-115635177179148847?l=ecleticism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115635177179148847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26304091/posts/default/115635177179148847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecleticism.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-end-of-it-all.html' title='At the end of it all'/><author><name>Andrea Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02329099719964568307</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></entry></feed>
