<?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-7392791</id><updated>2012-01-28T06:51:58.406+08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Picture(s)'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='1E&apos;05'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='Short Work by Wendy'/><category term='rabbit'/><category term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Portrait of my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Her life is total utter insanity. Revolving around two wonderfully different places, California, and Singapore, Wendy is faced with many challenges and wonderful people.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-890813001147426312</id><published>2011-02-19T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:16:56.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>How to Let Myself Go</title><content type='html'>Making all the wrong decisions&lt;div&gt;Look at my untraceable steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phantoms in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weighing down on my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whatever I used to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've lost sight of all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost the determination and focus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misplaced my motivation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're asking me to keep holding on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know if I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights just get longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I only knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to let myself go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-890813001147426312?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/890813001147426312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=890813001147426312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/890813001147426312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/890813001147426312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-let-myself-go.html' title='How to Let Myself Go'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3601053404422753765</id><published>2010-07-27T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:13:00.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>For Granted</title><content type='html'>When something you once took for granted disappears, the feeling of loss is so profound, you can't even begin to feel it. You don't realise the true immensity of the situation at hand. You don't know just how much you'll suffer in the days, weeks, months to come. You don't understand that life can never get back to the way you once knew it to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, once it all begins to sink in, you scramble. You try with every possible way, to hold on to everything you once had. It is so hard, so difficult to pretend as if the hurt isn't pulsating from every nerve in your body. You try, and with every day that goes by, you try just a little bit harder. And pretty soon, you're throwing all caution in the wind, doing every single thing you can, because you just want to rid yourself of the anguish that has become so routine to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because of something you once took for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3601053404422753765?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3601053404422753765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3601053404422753765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3601053404422753765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3601053404422753765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-granted.html' title='For Granted'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2347885227250168840</id><published>2010-07-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:09:02.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Hold Me</title><content type='html'>I try to tell you I'm not worth it. But there's no one there to believe me. No on there to trust me. Instead, all you want to do is to hold me. Hold me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. And you make me melt. Sweeping away all my fears and worries. Fears and worries that are ever ready to fly back into the vestiges of my mind, to strike uncertainty in my soul. I want to believe, but I need convincing. So much more convincing. So continue to hold me. Hold me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2347885227250168840?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2347885227250168840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2347885227250168840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2347885227250168840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2347885227250168840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/07/hold-me.html' title='Hold Me'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7075012569682349867</id><published>2010-05-16T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:48:55.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Fantasy World</title><content type='html'>Been living in a fantasy world of my own the past 5 months. Can’t deny that I’d been hoping everything in my dreams would come true. Sad to say it’s all gone the other way, and now it’s all being ripped away from me hard and fast.&lt;span class="quote"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe I should have quit while I was still ahead, when I could have done it slow. But I stupidly believed that everything would work out in the end. And in my dreams, it would never have happed this way. And every night that passes me by, the hurt inside me grows, gradually swallowing my heart, lessening the feeling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yet all I want to do is cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7075012569682349867?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7075012569682349867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7075012569682349867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7075012569682349867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7075012569682349867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/05/fantasy-world.html' title='Fantasy World'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3069899794558838450</id><published>2010-05-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:46:51.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>I Think Of You</title><content type='html'>I Think Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to this particular radio station;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your favourite songs;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the brands you like;&lt;br /&gt;When I see someone wearing the same hat you like;&lt;br /&gt;When I lie in bed alone at night;&lt;br /&gt;When that time of the month comes along;&lt;br /&gt;When I see someone wearing the same kind of clothes;&lt;br /&gt;When someone mentions the subject you study;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s cold out and I need a sweater;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m under my comforter;&lt;br /&gt;When I see related things on Facebook;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter a club;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;When I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3069899794558838450?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3069899794558838450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3069899794558838450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3069899794558838450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3069899794558838450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-of-you.html' title='I Think Of You'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5823747127195756068</id><published>2010-04-14T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:09:10.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Can't You See?</title><content type='html'>It's when I'm pushing you away that I need the most help. Can't you see that when I say I'm okay, I really need you to ask me again how I am? I need to know if you'd be concerned enough to ask a second time, to really wonder if I'm alright, and not just to accept what I say.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't you see that when my eyes are red and puffy and I say I haven't been crying, I really need you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay? I need to know if you love me enough to ask no questions, and not just turn away and hide from my troubles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't you see that when I've fallen so silent, for so long, I really need you to just sit with me and confide in me? I need to know if you trust me enough to make me a part of yourself, and not just treat me like anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5823747127195756068?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5823747127195756068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5823747127195756068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5823747127195756068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5823747127195756068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-you-see.html' title='Can&apos;t You See?'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3636040504262700987</id><published>2010-04-14T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:04:27.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Actions</title><content type='html'>Does the need for constant affirmation make me weak and desperate? Does the want for someone to hold and to hold me make me afraid and sad? Does the cries for help make me one to be ostracized and a failure?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do my actions really define me as a person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3636040504262700987?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3636040504262700987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3636040504262700987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3636040504262700987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3636040504262700987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/04/actions.html' title='Actions'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4992739242285280606</id><published>2010-02-22T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:24:23.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>And I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>When it's too late to turn back&lt;br /&gt;To rewind to that moment&lt;br /&gt;The one which could have changed&lt;br /&gt;Changed me and my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the image of you&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Blurs and fades&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Be this close to losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely losing control&lt;br /&gt;Over what I say&lt;br /&gt;Do, think, feel, write&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;And it's so terrifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's something never experienced&lt;br /&gt;Something that's never happened&lt;br /&gt;Not once or before&lt;br /&gt;Not something I believed could&lt;br /&gt;Could have happened&lt;br /&gt;Not to someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4992739242285280606?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4992739242285280606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4992739242285280606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4992739242285280606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4992739242285280606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-im-in-love.html' title='And I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6057988559043413789</id><published>2009-10-04T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:11:54.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Rainbows and Unicorns</title><content type='html'>Feathered resistance of imminent migraines&lt;br /&gt;Head sideways on the table&lt;br /&gt;Going as low as the table can go&lt;br /&gt;Watching lit bars move up and down&lt;br /&gt;Flickering the seconds past&lt;br /&gt;No feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No pulse&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign of a heart attack?&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing at the money&lt;br /&gt;Thinking corrupt thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Words written on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting photographs of long lost misery&lt;br /&gt;False smiles and posed eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of kissing ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows and unicorns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6057988559043413789?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6057988559043413789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6057988559043413789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6057988559043413789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6057988559043413789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbows-and-unicorns.html' title='Rainbows and Unicorns'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4081488838191612955</id><published>2009-09-16T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:06:57.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Only To Me</title><content type='html'>Was looking around those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Searching for my answer&lt;br /&gt;To my truth&lt;br /&gt;Turned around and around&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for my superman&lt;br /&gt;To lose myself in his arms&lt;br /&gt;Feeling low&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t find a familiar face&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on the clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was beating to a still room&lt;br /&gt;Heart almost to a stop&lt;br /&gt;Got lost&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for the keys&lt;br /&gt;Felt only a hole instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lying on the table&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against the splinters&lt;br /&gt;Pushed hard&lt;br /&gt;The tears refused to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Dirtying the pooled hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Black against the glass&lt;br /&gt;And finally&lt;br /&gt;The tears flowed on and on&lt;br /&gt;Heart wrenching only to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4081488838191612955?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4081488838191612955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4081488838191612955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4081488838191612955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4081488838191612955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-to-me.html' title='Only To Me'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5442170144573467966</id><published>2009-07-07T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:14:41.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Just One More Time</title><content type='html'>Cant stay home alone&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is mounting grief&lt;br /&gt;Tears over how I am alone&lt;br /&gt;How I love with no return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the drops that flow&lt;br /&gt;Losing my breath when I see&lt;br /&gt;Hold me back&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its taking everything&lt;br /&gt;To lift my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Off the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Going to breathe in&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes one more time&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if this time&lt;br /&gt;My wishes work&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5442170144573467966?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5442170144573467966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5442170144573467966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5442170144573467966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5442170144573467966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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empty pane&lt;br /&gt;Hair circling frustration&lt;br /&gt;Upon anger and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells of lost cologne&lt;br /&gt;Far away and expensive&lt;br /&gt;Drift towards dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;It was not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4611266933373032489?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4611266933373032489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4611266933373032489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4611266933373032489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4611266933373032489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-not.html' title='It Was Not'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7358357540896235722</id><published>2009-04-13T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:41:36.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Untouched by Time</title><content type='html'>Staying forever adrift&lt;br /&gt;Eating up the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Steady, steady, and&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Bump, bump, bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only window open&lt;br /&gt;In the enforced darkness&lt;br /&gt;Just an oval of light&lt;br /&gt;The only white light&lt;br /&gt;Coming from above the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Above everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sea of whiteness just beyond&lt;br /&gt;Outside the freezing glass.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly turning into a royal navy&lt;br /&gt;Moving from day into evening&lt;br /&gt;Above the land&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7358357540896235722?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7358357540896235722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7358357540896235722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Thinly laced sneering,&lt;br /&gt;Amusement and perverseness.&lt;br /&gt;So many pairs of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Serving only to inspire fear,&lt;br /&gt;That basic human emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Which one feels in unknown territory,&lt;br /&gt;Before strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tremendous amounts of&lt;br /&gt;Black and white,&lt;br /&gt;Blurred only in the terminal&lt;br /&gt;Where the familiar undress&lt;br /&gt;And the strangers dress.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Filled with water and plants.&lt;br /&gt;An oasis, temporarily,&lt;br /&gt;Currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Western&lt;/span&gt; manners&lt;br /&gt;Where it is male before female&lt;br /&gt;Where the animals are worth more&lt;br /&gt;More than the females put on display&lt;br /&gt;Before strangers in a strange territory&lt;br /&gt;In a familiar setting&lt;br /&gt;Before the uninhibited stares&lt;br /&gt;Specifically from their own countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring anxiety&lt;br /&gt;In those gorgeous eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Covered up except for.&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis there, and only there.&lt;br /&gt;And all you can see is&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2813394014995601561?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2813394014995601561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2813394014995601561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2813394014995601561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2813394014995601561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/04/stares.html' title='Stares'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-321745270352342853</id><published>2009-04-08T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:14:33.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>I Love SF</title><content type='html'>Utter peacefulness in&lt;br /&gt;Just walking,&lt;br /&gt;Walking down streets,&lt;br /&gt;All straight, parallel and perpendicular.&lt;br /&gt;Neat intersections filled with&lt;br /&gt;Black, grey and green fire escapes,&lt;br /&gt;Red and orange brick buildings,&lt;br /&gt;Pink, blue and purple houses&lt;br /&gt;All in a higgily-piggily row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Queen Anne types,&lt;br /&gt;Bowing to the grace of Victorians,&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating the Parisian and Italian,&lt;br /&gt;Unnoticeable unless your heads&lt;br /&gt;Are pointed skyward,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;As in any real relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Hills, some steeper than others,&lt;br /&gt;Make tough work&lt;br /&gt;Tightening the glutes&lt;br /&gt;As only climbing hills can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each his or her own,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone with individual characters,&lt;br /&gt;Mixing and blending the colours&lt;br /&gt;With a perfectionist's flair.&lt;br /&gt;And I, falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;Every other one&lt;br /&gt;Eye candy to the dreamers&lt;br /&gt;Who look up, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being the city&lt;br /&gt;With the same initials&lt;br /&gt;As the Italian race car&lt;br /&gt;The king of fast cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scuderia Ferrari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right,&lt;br /&gt;I love SF,&lt;br /&gt;Hella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-321745270352342853?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/321745270352342853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=321745270352342853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/321745270352342853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/321745270352342853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-sf.html' title='I Love SF'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1729548581897905198</id><published>2009-03-18T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:09:04.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Reservations</title><content type='html'>Something strange out there&lt;br /&gt;Unable to forget the&lt;br /&gt;Silent caress of your words&lt;br /&gt;Reeling me into you eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for conversation&lt;br /&gt;Already onto telepathy&lt;br /&gt;Soothing songs for the soul&lt;br /&gt;Sighing along with the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Of the sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;Of you strumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;Hating the silence&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging, growing,&lt;br /&gt;Arriving, shredding,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tension rising,&lt;br /&gt;Faster, harder,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking me,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing me down,&lt;br /&gt;Gradually,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, oh, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;All I want,&lt;br /&gt;Is to go back to&lt;br /&gt;The old silence,&lt;br /&gt;The silence filled&lt;br /&gt;With the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1729548581897905198?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1729548581897905198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1729548581897905198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1729548581897905198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1729548581897905198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/03/reservations.html' title='Reservations'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4185453896039778443</id><published>2009-03-18T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:43:26.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Endless Days</title><content type='html'>The chaos of&lt;br /&gt;Endless chatter,&lt;br /&gt;Babies whining,&lt;br /&gt;The bored sighing,&lt;br /&gt;And the time goes&lt;br /&gt;Ticking past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where time freezes,&lt;br /&gt;Backward and forward.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the mind,&lt;br /&gt;Artificial lights create&lt;br /&gt;Artificial day,&lt;br /&gt;Endless days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same rush is the same&lt;br /&gt;Slow-motion movements.&lt;br /&gt;No smoking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Standing, sitting, leaning,&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, everyone is,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the endless day&lt;br /&gt;To be over.&lt;br /&gt;For their three hours&lt;br /&gt;Of slow-motion movement&lt;br /&gt;To be all over.&lt;br /&gt;To move into the next appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds and stars&lt;br /&gt;Whiz by,&lt;br /&gt;An illusion,&lt;br /&gt;Televisions on every window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only wish you were&lt;br /&gt;Going some place new.&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;All a mind game.&lt;br /&gt;Never to find out&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the place,&lt;br /&gt;Of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An illusion of&lt;br /&gt;Travel across oceans,&lt;br /&gt;Travel across time,&lt;br /&gt;Travel across space,&lt;br /&gt;Travel through endless,&lt;br /&gt;Artificial days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4185453896039778443?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4185453896039778443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4185453896039778443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4185453896039778443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4185453896039778443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/03/endless-days.html' title='Endless Days'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1672834800426803452</id><published>2009-03-05T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:46:05.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Haikus in Abu Dhabi</title><content type='html'>Use them in cars, bars&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, anywhere and anytime&lt;br /&gt;Hot, cold, chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, tinge of yellow&lt;br /&gt;Blue in different shades&lt;br /&gt;The great tiled mosaic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, bran, muffins&lt;br /&gt;The smell of breakfast fills me&lt;br /&gt;Tempts, but I deny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1672834800426803452?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1672834800426803452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1672834800426803452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1672834800426803452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1672834800426803452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/03/haikus-in-abu-dhabi.html' title='Haikus in Abu Dhabi'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4095600597442689245</id><published>2009-01-17T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:45:51.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Haikus</title><content type='html'>Excited, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Flying off in sixteen days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penned down, black and white&lt;br /&gt;Shivers of utmost terror&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' and hopin'&lt;br /&gt;Leg warmers, red belt, tight jeans,&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4095600597442689245?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4095600597442689245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4095600597442689245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4095600597442689245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4095600597442689245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/01/haikus.html' title='Haikus'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2660966363718734852</id><published>2009-01-12T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:43:03.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>But a Mile in Depth</title><content type='html'>The glass between the two,&lt;br /&gt;2cm thick, &lt;br /&gt;but a mile in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inseparable, &lt;br /&gt;finally were.&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, &lt;br /&gt;finally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest moment known to man,&lt;br /&gt;Happened just once to them,&lt;br /&gt;But over and over,&lt;br /&gt;Every day,&lt;br /&gt;Every where,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2660966363718734852?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2660966363718734852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2660966363718734852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2660966363718734852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2660966363718734852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/01/but-mile-in-depth.html' title='But a Mile in Depth'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5681780720396129399</id><published>2009-01-12T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:55:45.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>The Final Song of Love</title><content type='html'>To lose someone like that, someone so close, is not just painful. It goes beyond heart wrenching. For the life of me, I tried to imagine, to put myself in his shoes. But all I saw in my mind was panic. Panic at losing my own. Panic at knowing how he was feeling at that moment. Panic, coupled with fear. Fear of the unknown, of the loss. Fear that it will some day be mine. Fear of my lack of expression and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know and understand? I tried and failed.&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see grown men cry. To hear final hymns. To feel the thorns on the stalks - the red so in contrast. To taste the saltiness of tears on his cheeks. I felt useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time drew nearer, I felt myself watching from above. I saw his own love try to penetrate the dark wooden shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all felt it. The final song of love; a father's love who his children would never quite understand, and yet always feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for Z, R, T, N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5681780720396129399?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5681780720396129399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5681780720396129399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5681780720396129399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5681780720396129399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-song-of-love.html' title='The Final Song of Love'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2401896853306166964</id><published>2008-12-04T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:13:22.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Please be my hero</title><content type='html'>And if the guilt is not enough&lt;br /&gt;There comes the grief&lt;br /&gt;I cannot shrug off&lt;br /&gt;Too many if onlys&lt;br /&gt;To get lost in&lt;br /&gt;To drown in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiling faces surround&lt;br /&gt;But the farce&lt;br /&gt;The pretense&lt;br /&gt;Which all seems so real&lt;br /&gt;Refuses to pull me in&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than all this&lt;br /&gt;To be able to move mountains&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to drown&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait&lt;br /&gt;The things I knew&lt;br /&gt;Have never seemed so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the times where I&lt;br /&gt;Was your friend&lt;br /&gt;Was your strength&lt;br /&gt;Gave in to you&lt;br /&gt;Please just remember this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dragging me down&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pin point&lt;br /&gt;The exact causes of this&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when I finally need&lt;br /&gt;Need you to be there&lt;br /&gt;To hold me together&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;For right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make it all better&lt;br /&gt;So my heart won't break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2401896853306166964?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2401896853306166964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2401896853306166964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2401896853306166964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2401896853306166964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-be-my-hero.html' title='Please be my hero'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5129919276727728555</id><published>2008-11-22T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:19:28.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>#181 - Goldinuniverse (It's really me!)</title><content type='html'>Found this on Angelina's &lt;a href="http://thankgodforfridays.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, and it is super true and pretty darn interesting! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Wendy Tan&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11/22/2008&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 45213670&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have a vivid imagination and this is good. Great inventors, explorers all had inventive, imaginative minds. Your friends and acquaintances may consider you over-imaginative and given to fantasy or day-dreaming. So what ? this is a part of your character and charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very orderly, methodical and self sufficient. You demand and need the respect, recognition and understanding of all those who enter into your sphere on influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confined and trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way out. Whatever you seem to do to resolve the problem hasn't worked out. Fortunately you are able to gain some aspect of relief from someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realise that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being afraid that you may be prevented from achieving your hopes and dreams is making you anxious and nervous. As a dreamer your ideas can at times move into the realm of fantasy and you could be following that so called illusive dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/"&gt;Goldinuniverse - click here to try!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5129919276727728555?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5129919276727728555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5129919276727728555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5129919276727728555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5129919276727728555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/11/181-goldinuniverse-its-really-me.html' title='#181 - Goldinuniverse (It&apos;s really me!)'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2922539453666404779</id><published>2008-11-05T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:56:41.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobama!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48ff995c49a30ff2/49112753d6965e71/490532f277debe70/382aa1dd/-cpid/ffbd76980a525a" id="W48ff995c49a30ff249112753d6965e71" width="400" height="545"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48ff995c49a30ff2/49112753d6965e71/490532f277debe70/382aa1dd/-cpid/ffbd76980a525a" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyyyyy. Obama FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2922539453666404779?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2922539453666404779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2922539453666404779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2922539453666404779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2922539453666404779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobama.html' title='Gobama!!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1223671669531821457</id><published>2008-09-23T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:48:55.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>#179 - And Yet, So Bad</title><content type='html'>I saw you staring at me&lt;br /&gt;Quite obviously, in plain sight&lt;br /&gt;For every one else to see&lt;br /&gt;It was at night, that one night&lt;br /&gt;Where the world moved around me&lt;br /&gt;And I flew, like a free kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you moving closer&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the others away&lt;br /&gt;You sent multiple shivers -&lt;br /&gt;Through me; Made my day&lt;br /&gt;You said how about dinner&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel so gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you and me dancing&lt;br /&gt;I felt good, proud, even glad&lt;br /&gt;We were so close; Our breathing -&lt;br /&gt;Was one; Driving me oh so mad&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew I was falling&lt;br /&gt;Deep, hard and fast -&lt;br /&gt;You were so good. And yet, so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1223671669531821457?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1223671669531821457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1223671669531821457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1223671669531821457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1223671669531821457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/09/179-and-yet-so-bad.html' title='#179 - And Yet, So Bad'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-783773978706516573</id><published>2008-09-23T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:50:44.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>#178 - Disagree</title><content type='html'>It is only in the perverse darkness of the room that you come closer to me. (Why only in this darkness? Why only when no one else can see you? When no one else cares to look. Only under these lights that flash in our faces with the irregularity of lightning making it so hard for me to see you, and you to see me.) So close that your solidity is beginning to suffocate me in a way only you know how to do. This, it, you, affect me so much that I cannot think. I cannot breathe. I am absolutely immobile. I succumb to your presence beside me, in my mind, all over my body, up and down. I cannot get you off of me. I am unable to control me, and my very being, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow echos in my ear. Resonating off my beating heart, blood rushing to and through my ears. You cause the world around me to fall away in to that dark dark night. (I cannot tell if this is night or day. Not anymore.) I want to know why you can make me cry, shed these tears sliding down my dusty, grimy face. I want to know why you affect me in this way. I want to know why you can make me this sad. So full of despair. When you never do anything for me, to me or with me. It was always me. For you, to you and with you. Always you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, and never will be, about me.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare disagree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-783773978706516573?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/783773978706516573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=783773978706516573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/783773978706516573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/783773978706516573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/09/178-disagree.html' title='#178 - Disagree'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4488065639288398435</id><published>2008-07-23T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:35:50.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>#177 - Even just for a hug</title><content type='html'>To feel&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow for another&lt;br /&gt;Never the same&lt;br /&gt;It is, without the denial&lt;br /&gt;Shock, grief, in absolution&lt;br /&gt;Never fear, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Always here&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4488065639288398435?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4488065639288398435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4488065639288398435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4488065639288398435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4488065639288398435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-just-for-hug.html' title='#177 - Even just for a hug'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3346371278164236552</id><published>2008-07-15T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:47:43.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>#176 - For Being She</title><content type='html'>It was perhaps the only point of realisation she had in her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the dream-like wonderment and amazement crashed to a halt. Her world seemed to stop as it all dawned upon her. As sun beams would hit the shivering body of a new-born for the very first time. It all seemed so new. So startling. That she had never known, realised or recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had yet to accurately pinpoint the source of her discovery. Or, the exact knowledge she had just gleaned. It had just happened. One mid-afternoon, as she sat in the car, on the way to some oft-gone place, as the drizzle melted into glass and aluminium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just knew what she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she feared. For her life, her routine, the motions she went through everyday. For the relationship linking her to the now missed wonderment and amazement her childish state experienced as she uncovered the joys of the day for every one else. It was a deep-rooted fear she could not shake, something which she so badly wanted to do. It was the unknown, the strange, the fear of the fear, of change, of the new. She did not want it. She just wanted what she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought to the past. Where the signs, symptoms, hints and rumours all seemed oh-so-true. Then the wonder came back. How could she have not recognised, and missed it all? Was it true? What was she supposed to do about this now? Was it too late. She supposed it was. Now that everything she had just learned about had up and left her. Left her too early. And she, learned only just too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her first taste of regret. It was tangy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the wash of sadness. Glazing over her eyes. But the tears did not happen. They were stuck at the back of her sockets, waiting. Waiting and dancing their gleeful dance of suffering. It hurt. That was new as well. Now that she supposed it was her fault. It had to be her fault. All her fault. For realising too late. For learning too late. For not recognising. For missing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3346371278164236552?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3346371278164236552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3346371278164236552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3346371278164236552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3346371278164236552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/07/176-for-being-she.html' title='#176 - For Being She'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6882790226621080967</id><published>2008-07-15T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:31:25.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Is it possible</title><content type='html'>Is it possible that&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt this way&lt;br /&gt;The way which only tugs&lt;br /&gt;On my ends right now&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Now when we have to part&lt;br /&gt;This is not the right time&lt;br /&gt;Never the right time&lt;br /&gt;There is never a&lt;br /&gt;Right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that&lt;br /&gt;You could have known&lt;br /&gt;All along for years&lt;br /&gt;When I did not recognise&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms, disasters,&lt;br /&gt;Allusions, images, hints,&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6882790226621080967?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6882790226621080967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6882790226621080967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6882790226621080967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6882790226621080967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-306515467298309862</id><published>2008-06-29T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:59:06.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>I Wish On 11:11</title><content type='html'>There are so many things&lt;br /&gt;Too many&lt;br /&gt;That I wish for&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my&lt;br /&gt;Almost tearing heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, oh how I wish,&lt;br /&gt;For the sun to rise&lt;br /&gt;At times when I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;And not deep in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;For the sunsets to be prettier&lt;br /&gt;Without the carbon dioxide&lt;br /&gt;Pollutants which affect sight&lt;br /&gt;For the full moon to last&lt;br /&gt;Showering us in its glory&lt;br /&gt;Every romantic day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the lovers&lt;br /&gt;Who dream their days away&lt;br /&gt;This is for the dreamers&lt;br /&gt;Who love to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;For the loving grandparents&lt;br /&gt;With their ability to spoil and comfort&lt;br /&gt;To reach into my heart and heal&lt;br /&gt;For sisters I never had&lt;br /&gt;Who see what I hide&lt;br /&gt;And help me to rediscover&lt;br /&gt;For the unappreciated parents&lt;br /&gt;Toiling in the scenery&lt;br /&gt;Yet smiling all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the child at heart&lt;br /&gt;Who embraces life's laughter&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Who strives for success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, on a star bright,&lt;br /&gt;For the childhood innocence&lt;br /&gt;Allowing me dreams, laughs, hope&lt;br /&gt;With complete irresponsibility&lt;br /&gt;For the water fights in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Embossing memories in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Making my smile every time&lt;br /&gt;For the first time for everything&lt;br /&gt;Showing me nasty is not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Letting me learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the insecure&lt;br /&gt;Who need just one hug&lt;br /&gt;This is for the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who need to say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, so very hard,&lt;br /&gt;For people to smile more&lt;br /&gt;The way they used to&lt;br /&gt;For people to know&lt;br /&gt;When I hide my grief&lt;br /&gt;For people to hold me&lt;br /&gt;And not to question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who walks alone&lt;br /&gt;This is for the boy&lt;br /&gt;Who looks for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;On the stars&lt;br /&gt;On the eye lashes&lt;br /&gt;Mostly,&lt;br /&gt;I wish,&lt;br /&gt;On 11:11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-306515467298309862?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/306515467298309862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=306515467298309862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/306515467298309862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/306515467298309862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-on-1111.html' title='I Wish On 11:11'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3652197737962936723</id><published>2008-06-28T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:48:06.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>4 Eternity</title><content type='html'>Texting you&lt;br /&gt;Back and 4th&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish you well&lt;br /&gt;You want to draw me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with seats 4 two&lt;br /&gt;Discussions contemplating&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;The reason for secrets&lt;br /&gt;The answer to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it all ends&lt;br /&gt;When what we know is gone&lt;br /&gt;When future throws us in mid-air&lt;br /&gt;When future can't catch us all&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there&lt;br /&gt;Still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can see now are the&lt;br /&gt;4 parts to life&lt;br /&gt;4 views on society&lt;br /&gt;4 takes on morality&lt;br /&gt;4 secret perspectives&lt;br /&gt;4 tears rolling down&lt;br /&gt;4 faces&lt;br /&gt;4 chances given&lt;br /&gt;4 is all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 you and me&lt;br /&gt;4 me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 life&lt;br /&gt;4 love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3652197737962936723?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3652197737962936723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3652197737962936723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3652197737962936723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3652197737962936723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-eternity.html' title='4 Eternity'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3696282453645870007</id><published>2008-06-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:36:38.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>While Holding On</title><content type='html'>Was sitting there watching you&lt;br /&gt;Watching the birds coo&lt;br /&gt;As your troubles poured&lt;br /&gt;I, for you, listened&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't for me&lt;br /&gt;That you spoke free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the piano play&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping me beyond all&lt;br /&gt;Feelings past and present&lt;br /&gt;Weeping through the euphoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;To be brushed away&lt;br /&gt;Beside you I'm standing&lt;br /&gt;To be sensed, not felt&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are on mine&lt;br /&gt;But they are not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sounds of the night&lt;br /&gt;Washing over me, silently&lt;br /&gt;Under the ordinary moon light&lt;br /&gt;Pushing confusion forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering if you thought&lt;br /&gt;Knew, what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;Questioned your actions&lt;br /&gt;The way you seem to know&lt;br /&gt;Yet act like I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;Just barely visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear waves dying on the beach&lt;br /&gt;The last standing ovation&lt;br /&gt;Sinking into my guts&lt;br /&gt;The anchor to my soaring heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really had me going&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the accidental&lt;br /&gt;Touches, smiles, glances&lt;br /&gt;Was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Making me follow&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the impossible&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Face the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;Just barely visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While holding on to my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3696282453645870007?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3696282453645870007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3696282453645870007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3696282453645870007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3696282453645870007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-holding-on.html' title='While Holding On'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2782141647788051258</id><published>2008-06-01T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:59:18.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>So Afraid</title><content type='html'>And when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;Staring out the window&lt;br /&gt;At the pink-red-purple-blue streaks&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday should have been my last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s when you don’t cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;Except during the happiest of songs&lt;br /&gt;It’s when your heart ceases to exist&lt;br /&gt;Except for when you in slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;Wandering through the crowds&lt;br /&gt;Shielding your face from the hearsay&lt;br /&gt;Trying&lt;br /&gt;Your hardest not to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only chance for answers&lt;br /&gt;Kept strapped in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Floating far out in the dead&lt;br /&gt;Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run far away&lt;br /&gt;Where I am motivated&lt;br /&gt;By myself&lt;br /&gt;Where I can dream&lt;br /&gt;Without sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Where I do not fail&lt;br /&gt;My own heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I do not feel&lt;br /&gt;The hurt from you&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can harm&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet&lt;br /&gt;Just pay attention&lt;br /&gt;Very hard&lt;br /&gt;Very close&lt;br /&gt;Attention&lt;br /&gt;To my cries&lt;br /&gt;Of want, of need&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2782141647788051258?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2782141647788051258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2782141647788051258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2782141647788051258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2782141647788051258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-afraid.html' title='So Afraid'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5441968222016654251</id><published>2008-05-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:03:25.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>I Mistook You For An Eagle</title><content type='html'>You flew past my window&lt;br /&gt;Offering me a glimpse of triumph&lt;br /&gt;The unflappable faith of wings&lt;br /&gt;Riding the humid heat&lt;br /&gt;Just metres away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sauntered past on fragile clouds&lt;br /&gt;The extremity of the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Completely and utterly yours&lt;br /&gt;To tempt, to boast&lt;br /&gt;Within grabbing distance was I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You soared past on impeccable pride&lt;br /&gt;I watched you fly and fly&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be you, entrancing and smooth&lt;br /&gt;Your silhouette against the brightest of blue&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me out of my seat, out of my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas,&lt;br /&gt;You pigeon you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5441968222016654251?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5441968222016654251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5441968222016654251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5441968222016654251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5441968222016654251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-mistook-you-for-eagle.html' title='I Mistook You For An Eagle'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6096322644082375308</id><published>2008-03-29T19:27:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:01:42.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><title type='text'>Singapore Airshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4ukA5dx2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JukzK8oT5eA/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183131417401214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4ukA5dx2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JukzK8oT5eA/s320/Airshow+day1+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4uJw5dx1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/T8oNK_ovvpI/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130966429648722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4uJw5dx1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/T8oNK_ovvpI/s320/Airshow+day1+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black Knights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4t8Q5dx0I/AAAAAAAAALw/CVJ3qwWq0qA/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(32).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130734501414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4t8Q5dx0I/AAAAAAAAALw/CVJ3qwWq0qA/s320/Airshow+day1+(32).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tww5dxzI/AAAAAAAAALo/wh3asBJSkxc/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(33).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130536932919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tww5dxzI/AAAAAAAAALo/wh3asBJSkxc/s320/Airshow+day1+(33).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tVQ5dxyI/AAAAAAAAALg/FMXR5GiWWTI/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130064486516514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tVQ5dxyI/AAAAAAAAALg/FMXR5GiWWTI/s320/Airshow+day1+(41).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mirror image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tLw5dxxI/AAAAAAAAALY/jSv7FeIxrlY/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(42).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183129901277759250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4tLw5dxxI/AAAAAAAAALY/jSv7FeIxrlY/s320/Airshow+day1+(42).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4s7g5dxwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SOS47wcoovA/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(51).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183129622104884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4s7g5dxwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SOS47wcoovA/s320/Airshow+day1+(51).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A380&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4spQ5dxvI/AAAAAAAAALI/-6-LOKSAgnQ/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(61).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183129308572272370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4spQ5dxvI/AAAAAAAAALI/-6-LOKSAgnQ/s320/Airshow+day1+(61).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4sNQ5dxuI/AAAAAAAAALA/3qkP6izu8Og/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(66).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128827535935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4sNQ5dxuI/AAAAAAAAALA/3qkP6izu8Og/s320/Airshow+day1+(66).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4r9w5dxtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YPZTty2My8Y/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(76).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128561247962834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4r9w5dxtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YPZTty2My8Y/s320/Airshow+day1+(76).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4r2w5dxsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wRzcLhYEmxs/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(77).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128440988878530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4r2w5dxsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wRzcLhYEmxs/s320/Airshow+day1+(77).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rtg5dxrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ACXQ_sMAegc/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(81).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128282075088562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rtg5dxrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ACXQ_sMAegc/s320/Airshow+day1+(81).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rkQ5dxqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EmMTL8vF0aw/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(82).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128123161298594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rkQ5dxqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EmMTL8vF0aw/s320/Airshow+day1+(82).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rbw5dxpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kGDqG_y2bSc/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(84).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183127977132410514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rbw5dxpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kGDqG_y2bSc/s320/Airshow+day1+(84).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rQQ5dxoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fMwt2RifhIk/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(91).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183127779563914882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rQQ5dxoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fMwt2RifhIk/s320/Airshow+day1+(91).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rKg5dxnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mPzTTEyyS-w/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(92).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183127680779667058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4rKg5dxnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mPzTTEyyS-w/s320/Airshow+day1+(92).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4q9g5dxmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i4H5u9Mi7-Y/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(94).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183127457441367650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4q9g5dxmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i4H5u9Mi7-Y/s320/Airshow+day1+(94).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qnA5dxlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QSyiJ0Tqw6I/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(97).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183127070894310994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qnA5dxlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QSyiJ0Tqw6I/s320/Airshow+day1+(97).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qfA5dxkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tyURYsWWs-I/s1600-h/Airshow+day1+(98).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183126933455357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qfA5dxkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tyURYsWWs-I/s320/Airshow+day1+(98).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qOA5dxjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/19pqhHV_zQ4/s1600-h/Airshow+day2+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183126641397581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qOA5dxjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/19pqhHV_zQ4/s320/Airshow+day2+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qDA5dxiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wjkWpAQHhMc/s1600-h/Airshow+day2+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183126452419020322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4qDA5dxiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wjkWpAQHhMc/s320/Airshow+day2+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4pxQ5dxhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9y5Rh8y-6vM/s1600-h/Airshow+day2+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183126147476342290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4pxQ5dxhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9y5Rh8y-6vM/s320/Airshow+day2+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The huge crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4o9A5dxfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zNYqW4l76S4/s1600-h/Airshow+day2+(38).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183125249828177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4o9A5dxfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zNYqW4l76S4/s320/Airshow+day2+(38).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4oFg5dxcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lXb_uPbmkQE/s1600-h/Airshow+day2+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183124296345437634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4oFg5dxcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lXb_uPbmkQE/s320/Airshow+day2+(39).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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6096322644082375308?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6096322644082375308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6096322644082375308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6096322644082375308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6096322644082375308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/03/singapore-airshow.html' title='Singapore Airshow'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4ukA5dx2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JukzK8oT5eA/s72-c/Airshow+day1+(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3177544276771011515</id><published>2008-03-29T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:26:52.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><title type='text'>The Banana Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4nKw5dxaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9rcwixineWo/s1600-h/Nadiah+The+Scream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183123287028123042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4nKw5dxaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9rcwixineWo/s320/Nadiah+The+Scream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4mNQ5dxYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YRNUVdSOvZE/s1600-h/Ilovetennis+keychain+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183122230466168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4mNQ5dxYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YRNUVdSOvZE/s320/Ilovetennis+keychain+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riciotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4l8w5dxXI/AAAAAAAAAII/SGEbGnFsLsE/s1600-h/Riciottis+glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183121946998326642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4l8w5dxXI/AAAAAAAAAII/SGEbGnFsLsE/s320/Riciottis+glasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Banana that did It &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183122586948453778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4miA5dxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8BJy7dpW1Co/s320/Banana+(3).JPG" border="0" /&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/7392791-3177544276771011515?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3177544276771011515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3177544276771011515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3177544276771011515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3177544276771011515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/03/banana-did-it.html' title='The Banana Did It'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R-4nKw5dxaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9rcwixineWo/s72-c/Nadiah+The+Scream.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6764334839590085186</id><published>2008-03-29T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:35:42.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>You (&amp; I)</title><content type='html'>It's the crookedness&lt;br /&gt;Within a frame&lt;br /&gt;Wooden and pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you knew&lt;br /&gt;Consequences&lt;br /&gt;To fleeting gratification&lt;br /&gt;Instantaneous and imperative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrenched in memory&lt;br /&gt;Of mine not yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Pissed drunk below the bench&lt;br /&gt;Wandering fingertips&lt;br /&gt;They tickle only fools&lt;br /&gt;Of which I fell&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Into your abyss of games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play and forget&lt;br /&gt;The night is a distant face&lt;br /&gt;Meandering off into&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten History&lt;br /&gt;Where mistakes are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Never to happen&lt;br /&gt;Never did happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and shiny&lt;br /&gt;Splattered and spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;Like I never knew&lt;br /&gt;But you should know&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Crawling forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6764334839590085186?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6764334839590085186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6764334839590085186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6764334839590085186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6764334839590085186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-i.html' title='You (&amp; I)'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-9100098844613557809</id><published>2008-03-29T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:24:38.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Only here with the fullness of night&lt;br /&gt;Only available with the twitches of dreams&lt;br /&gt;The sweeping euphoria&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing faster than feathers floating on flights of fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the air&lt;br /&gt;Out of the muggy stillness&lt;br /&gt;The lack of&lt;br /&gt;Of being un -&lt;br /&gt;Unable&lt;br /&gt;Unsuccessful&lt;br /&gt;Un -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand, design, direct&lt;br /&gt;Am definite&lt;br /&gt;There is none left&lt;br /&gt;Never was, from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-9100098844613557809?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/9100098844613557809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=9100098844613557809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/9100098844613557809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/9100098844613557809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5243377987955972032</id><published>2008-02-19T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:44:18.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Look by Sarah Teasdale</title><content type='html'>Strephon kissed me in the spring,&lt;br /&gt;Robin in the fall,&lt;br /&gt;But Colin only looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And never kissed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,&lt;br /&gt;Robin's lost in play,&lt;br /&gt;But the kiss in Colin's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me night and day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5243377987955972032?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5243377987955972032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5243377987955972032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5243377987955972032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5243377987955972032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-by-sarah-teasdale.html' title='The Look by Sarah Teasdale'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-8977102447007753930</id><published>2008-02-17T21:48:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:06:43.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><title type='text'>Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Caracal drummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-dc9RAQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s-UU5MYIVOA/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(72).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167949248117932290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-dc9RAQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s-UU5MYIVOA/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(72).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-PM9RAPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/17FXdd4Gs2Y/s1600-h/Wendy+%26+bryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167949003304796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-PM9RAPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/17FXdd4Gs2Y/s320/Wendy+%26+bryan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-G89RAOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8kiWuuzq6jY/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(73).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948861570875618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-G89RAOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8kiWuuzq6jY/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(73).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-Bc9RANI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ivvGZDTIsqo/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(69).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948767081595090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g-Bc9RANI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ivvGZDTIsqo/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(69).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Switchfoot keyboardist - Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g98c9RAMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r4mCv5csbUQ/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(68).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948681182249154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g98c9RAMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r4mCv5csbUQ/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(68).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Switchfoot guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9xs9RALI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PSocxQvQt4U/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(63).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948496498655410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9xs9RALI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PSocxQvQt4U/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(63).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WGB in TJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9ic9RAKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O-TweDxfF2o/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948234505650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9ic9RAKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O-TweDxfF2o/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9bc9RAJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fTaBqzR9dmA/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(33).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948114246566034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9bc9RAJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fTaBqzR9dmA/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(33).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caracal in TJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9Ts9RAII/AAAAAAAAAG0/V2UuzyDcekg/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947981102579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9Ts9RAII/AAAAAAAAAG0/V2UuzyDcekg/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9Nc9RAHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/91xX8ke_gbw/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947873728397426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9Nc9RAHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/91xX8ke_gbw/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9HM9RAGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ulozTnSzT7E/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947766354215010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g9HM9RAGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ulozTnSzT7E/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sound check-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g81M9RAFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s75HushmXh0/s1600-h/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947457116569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g81M9RAFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s75HushmXh0/s320/Switchfoot+in+TJC+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8m89RAEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jHeyuzb9P7U/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(31).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947212303433794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8m89RAEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jHeyuzb9P7U/s320/switchfoot+concert+(31).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheng Wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8fs9RADI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nzv1DRx7mtA/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947087749382194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8fs9RADI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Nzv1DRx7mtA/s320/switchfoot+concert+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WGB opening for Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8Xc9RACI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F44-8ClhnmY/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946946015461410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8Xc9RACI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F44-8ClhnmY/s320/switchfoot+concert.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8Q89RABI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tLW_gzbVhB4/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(29).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946834346311698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8Q89RABI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tLW_gzbVhB4/s320/switchfoot+concert+(29).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8KM9RAAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H7kUOra1HqY/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946718382194690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g8KM9RAAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H7kUOra1HqY/s320/switchfoot+concert+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g76M9Q__I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmSFzbJ0nZs/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946443504287730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g76M9Q__I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmSFzbJ0nZs/s320/switchfoot+concert+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g7sM9Q_-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/p053B2r0mpY/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946202986119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g7sM9Q_-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/p053B2r0mpY/s320/switchfoot+concert+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g7jM9Q_9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1HgfGCrfg8c/s1600-h/switchfoot+concert+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167946048367296466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g7jM9Q_9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1HgfGCrfg8c/s320/switchfoot+concert+(9).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;&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/7392791-8977102447007753930?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/8977102447007753930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=8977102447007753930' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4032683860816724846</id><published>2008-02-17T21:25:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:47:52.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><title type='text'>Picture perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6Y89Q_8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LJZrTcmjxh0/s1600-h/Toilet+fun+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167944772762009538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6Y89Q_8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LJZrTcmjxh0/s320/Toilet+fun+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toilet fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6Ss9Q_7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dwYMV9uos00/s1600-h/Toilet+fun+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167944665387827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6Ss9Q_7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dwYMV9uos00/s320/Toilet+fun+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pluck-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167944553718677410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6MM9Q_6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kWdzMhLI1sg/s320/Pluck+with+girls+(32).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6FM9Q_5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IRwAMym-OyI/s1600-h/dinner+with+marc+(35).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167944433459593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6FM9Q_5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/IRwAMym-OyI/s320/dinner+with+marc+(35).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marc! Right before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g56c9Q_4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ic2V_vY2VaE/s1600-h/dinner+with+marc+(34).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167944248775999362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g56c9Q_4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ic2V_vY2VaE/s320/dinner+with+marc+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Alex Fun who is so fun we don't want him to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5pc9Q_3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/M68AlVZ3Osk/s1600-h/Road+Run+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943956718223218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5pc9Q_3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/M68AlVZ3Osk/s320/Road+Run+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road Run joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5gc9Q_2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GTSeMe7RUOk/s1600-h/Road+Run+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943802099400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5gc9Q_2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GTSeMe7RUOk/s320/Road+Run+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5as9Q_1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_TTelZykDTM/s1600-h/Road+Run+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943703315152722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5as9Q_1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_TTelZykDTM/s320/Road+Run+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5Pc9Q_0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Uf91t0hk1eY/s1600-h/CNY08+daytwo+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943510041624386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5Pc9Q_0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Uf91t0hk1eY/s320/CNY08+daytwo+(39).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5Gc9Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PCSik1DwnGQ/s1600-h/CNY08+daytwo+(29).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943355422801714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g5Gc9Q_zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PCSik1DwnGQ/s320/CNY08+daytwo+(29).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g4xM9Q_yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A5HqKzgVJwU/s1600-h/CNY08+daytwo+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167942990350581538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g4xM9Q_yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A5HqKzgVJwU/s320/CNY08+daytwo+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g4Zc9Q_wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/axFMbF3o3A0/s1600-h/CNY08+function+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167942582328688386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g4Zc9Q_wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/axFMbF3o3A0/s320/CNY08+function+(6).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;&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/7392791-4032683860816724846?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4032683860816724846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4032683860816724846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4032683860816724846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4032683860816724846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R7g6Y89Q_8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LJZrTcmjxh0/s72-c/Toilet+fun+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2870883508690202973</id><published>2008-02-17T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:12:03.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One must desire something to be alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33462.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=33462"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33462.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Margaret Deland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33832.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=33832"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33832.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Randy K. Milholland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On belief,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Men willingly believe what they wish."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24322.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24322.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On creativity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27094.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=27094"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27094.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On desire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26799.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=26799"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26799.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- George Bernard Shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2870883508690202973?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2870883508690202973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2870883508690202973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2870883508690202973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2870883508690202973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/02/quotes-make-me-happy.html' title='Quotes make me happy'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3924155400729237801</id><published>2008-02-17T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:48:34.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>ENFJ</title><content type='html'>Your Type is &lt;strong&gt;ENFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraverted 11%&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive 50%&lt;br /&gt;Feeling 75%&lt;br /&gt;Judging 22%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly expressed extravert&lt;br /&gt;moderately expressed intuitive personality&lt;br /&gt;distinctively expressed feeling personality&lt;br /&gt;slightly expressed judging personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description of type ENFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Portait of the Teacher (ENFJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealists called Teachers are abstract in their thought and speech, cooperative in their style of achieving goals, and directive and extraverted in their interpersonal relations. Learning in the young has to be beckoned forth, teased out from its hiding place, or, as suggested by the word "education," it has to be "educed." by an individual with educative capabilities. Such a one is the eNFj, thus rightly called the educative mentor or Teacher for short. The Teacher is especially capable of educing or calling forth those inner potentials each learner possesses. Even as children the Teachers may attract a gathering of other children ready to follow their lead in play or work. And they lead without seeming to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers expect the very best of those around them, and this expectation, usually expressed as enthusiastic encouragement, motivates action in others and the desire to live up to their expectations. Teachers have the charming characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met, their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this type has extraordinary charisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population.&lt;/em&gt; They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with little pre-planning. An experienced Teacher group leader can dream up, effortlessly, and almost endlessly, activities for groups to engage in, and stimulating roles for members of the group to play. In some Teachers, inspired by the responsiveness of their students or followers, this can amount to genius which other types find hard to emulate. Such ability to preside without planning reminds us somewhat of an Provider, but the latter acts more as a master of ceremonies than as a leader of groups. Providers are natural hosts and hostesses, making sure that each guest is well looked after at social gatherings, or that the right things are expressed on traditional occasions, such as weddings, funerals, graduations, and the like. In much the same way, Teachers value harmonious human relations about all else, can handle people with charm and concern, and are usually popular wherever they are. But Teachers are not so much social as educational leaders, interested primarily in the personal growth and development of others, and less in attending to their social needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail Gorbachev, Oprah Winfrey, Pope John Paul II, Ralph Nader, John Wooden, and Margaret Mead are examples of Teacher Idealists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career Choices for type ENFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counselling&lt;/em&gt;, psychology, social work, education&lt;br /&gt;Physician&lt;br /&gt;Science, computer programming&lt;br /&gt;Management, fashion merchandising, &lt;em&gt;politics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm"&gt;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3924155400729237801?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3924155400729237801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3924155400729237801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3924155400729237801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3924155400729237801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/02/enfj.html' title='ENFJ'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3238728491195180291</id><published>2008-02-16T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:16:36.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Her Belief</title><content type='html'>Believing was her thing&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;Her thing&lt;br /&gt;Faith love hope&lt;br /&gt;And all that jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings crept by&lt;br /&gt;Advice was whispered&lt;br /&gt;Faith love hope&lt;br /&gt;Believe!&lt;br /&gt;Like an eagle outside your window&lt;br /&gt;All the same&lt;br /&gt;Cushions were prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came a boy&lt;br /&gt;One who&lt;br /&gt;Toyed with feelings&lt;br /&gt;Played with fingers&lt;br /&gt;And most of all&lt;br /&gt;Reached into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings swept past&lt;br /&gt;Advice was loud&lt;br /&gt;Faith love hope&lt;br /&gt;Believe!&lt;br /&gt;Like the brightest shooting star&lt;br /&gt;All the same&lt;br /&gt;Bandages were prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came ambitions&lt;br /&gt;One which&lt;br /&gt;Played with feelings&lt;br /&gt;Toyed with minds&lt;br /&gt;And most of all&lt;br /&gt;Reached to the highest of skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings raced forward&lt;br /&gt;Advice etched into stone&lt;br /&gt;Faith love hope&lt;br /&gt;Believe!&lt;br /&gt;Like the tallest tower and tree&lt;br /&gt;All the same&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates were prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the boy disappeared&lt;br /&gt;And when the ambitions weren't&lt;br /&gt;And when it all crashed&lt;br /&gt;And when it all collapsed&lt;br /&gt;The abyss plunged&lt;br /&gt;The shooting star plummeted&lt;br /&gt;The tower and tree fell&lt;br /&gt;And when it was all over&lt;br /&gt;The cushions&lt;br /&gt;bandages&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Were used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realised&lt;br /&gt;Her belief was lost long before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3238728491195180291?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3238728491195180291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3238728491195180291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3238728491195180291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3238728491195180291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2008/02/her-belief.html' title='Her Belief'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-8980893003636253190</id><published>2007-12-17T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:46:41.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Do I Make You Proud</title><content type='html'>Support me please&lt;br /&gt;I am Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;The words resonate&lt;br /&gt;Worming its way&lt;br /&gt;Tickling my skin&lt;br /&gt;Below my conscience&lt;br /&gt;Eating my soul&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous&lt;br /&gt;Did you know&lt;br /&gt;No you won't&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;You won't know&lt;br /&gt;See I hide&lt;br /&gt;My pride away&lt;br /&gt;My momma said&lt;br /&gt;Pride isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;But all the same,&lt;br /&gt;I am proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-8980893003636253190?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/8980893003636253190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=8980893003636253190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/8980893003636253190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/8980893003636253190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-i-make-you-proud.html' title='Do I Make You Proud'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1917052018423016837</id><published>2007-10-06T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:15:32.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>The Clothes You Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although to the untrained eye you may seem like a plain dresser who avoids trends, you actually wear carefully designed accessories and clothes that emphasize your uniqueness. You value your freedom and have an artistic mind. You are neither aggressive nor timid, but you believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly and always in good mood. You are candid and helpful, and can be sexy at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind and friendly. You are an uncomplicated person and enjoy exciting activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a kind of person who likes to hide your feelings. You may have a hot temper but tend to cover it with an outwardly calm and gentle demeanor. You are sensitive when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be the center of attention. You like to look good at all times and probably never leave the house without makeup on. Although you may be intelligent, you're also insecure about your looks. You care about others, and will always listen to what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably an independent and strong-willed person. Fairness is important to you, and you always stand up for what you believe in. You are friendly and get along well with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last analysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a clever and adventurous person. You love to learn new things, and enjoy socializing with friends. Although you enjoy your freedom, you cherish peacefulness and like to spend time alone with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1917052018423016837?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1917052018423016837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1917052018423016837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1917052018423016837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1917052018423016837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/10/clothes-you-wear.html' title='The Clothes You Wear'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6953444320665727874</id><published>2007-09-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:06:49.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Get to know yourself better</title><content type='html'>Was blog-surfing and I found this! I must say, it's extremly accurate til the point of freaky. For me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6953444320665727874?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6953444320665727874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6953444320665727874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6953444320665727874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6953444320665727874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get to know yourself better'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6279475751534908717</id><published>2007-09-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:31:42.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>mp3 thing</title><content type='html'>Press shuffle on your mp3 software for each category&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://khementi.livejournal.com/"&gt;khementi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPENING CREDITS :&lt;/strong&gt; Groupie Luv - 213&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKING UP :&lt;/strong&gt; Girlfight - Brooke Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL :&lt;/strong&gt; Anna Molly - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALLING IN LOVE :&lt;/strong&gt; The Way You Look At Me - Christian Bautista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIGHT SONG :&lt;/strong&gt; Everytime I... - Mario Vasquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BREAKING UP :&lt;/strong&gt; Locked Up - Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROM :&lt;/strong&gt; Be Without You - Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE :&lt;/strong&gt; Love In A New Wave - Electrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTAL BREAKDOWN :&lt;/strong&gt; Have You Ever - Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRIVING :&lt;/strong&gt; Irreplacable - Beyonce Knowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLASHBACK :&lt;/strong&gt; Platinum Blind - Rooster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDDING :&lt;/strong&gt; Lucky - Unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTH OF CHILD :&lt;/strong&gt; Teenagers - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL BATTLE :&lt;/strong&gt; Torn - Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEATH SCENE :&lt;/strong&gt; Jaded - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNERAL SONG :&lt;/strong&gt; Wait A Minute - Paula Deanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END CREDITS :&lt;/strong&gt; Do You Realize - The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That was fun. Some are pretty suitable. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6279475751534908717?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6279475751534908717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6279475751534908717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6279475751534908717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6279475751534908717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/09/mp3-thing.html' title='mp3 thing'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3387839740280837722</id><published>2007-09-08T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:12:47.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>What Do You Say To</title><content type='html'>What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the neighbour who has watched you grow&lt;br /&gt;Over the past decade&lt;br /&gt;To the person who was there all your life,&lt;br /&gt;But you never really knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the childhood pal&lt;br /&gt;Who reappeared after fifteen years&lt;br /&gt;To the very first boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Who broke your heart forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the parent who controls your movements&lt;br /&gt;But you know it’s for the best&lt;br /&gt;To the long-lost great-grand-uncle&lt;br /&gt;Whom you’ve never set eyes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the latest crush&lt;br /&gt;Who you want to impress&lt;br /&gt;To the new girl in class&lt;br /&gt;Who you think is nice enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the life-long best friend&lt;br /&gt;Who is now growing apart&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who confesses his feelings&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the dirty old man on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Faking sleep to fall on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;To the beggar on the street&lt;br /&gt;Who has no food or shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the newest addition to the family&lt;br /&gt;Who might just steal your thunder&lt;br /&gt;To the one who saves your life&lt;br /&gt;Be it at home, in the office or elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the man lying in a hospice&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of dying&lt;br /&gt;To the foolish soul with the bow and arrow&lt;br /&gt;Who is trying to shoot down the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the teacher who stayed up late working&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you from disappointment&lt;br /&gt;To the doctor working 48 hour shifts&lt;br /&gt;Just to save everyone he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the friend who has been there all along&lt;br /&gt;But you never really thanked&lt;br /&gt;To the sibling who you love to hate&lt;br /&gt;And will always have your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the politician who is heavily criticized&lt;br /&gt;But cries at home alone, unable to help enough&lt;br /&gt;To the struggling artist waiting in line at auditions&lt;br /&gt;Who has more talent but no agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the man who works the hardest&lt;br /&gt;But never seems to get promoted&lt;br /&gt;To the mother who stays up all night&lt;br /&gt;Nursing her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;To the people in your life&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who go thankless&lt;br /&gt;To the ones taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who go unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3387839740280837722?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3387839740280837722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3387839740280837722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3387839740280837722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3387839740280837722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-do-you-say-to.html' title='What Do You Say To'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5731341955098278803</id><published>2007-08-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:24:20.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love is Represented by a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/white.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may or may not be totally naive, you do approach love with an eternal innocence.&lt;br /&gt;You love like you've never been hurt. And you put all your faith in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;Your philosophy on love is: be honest and be yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is 79% Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/perfect-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty darn perfect. You don't have much to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, your life is occasionally less than perfect. But you're usually too happy to notice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Perfect is Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade9ff" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Wendy Tan Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1f3ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W is for Warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Elegant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Nutty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Delightful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tolerant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Naughty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Alcohol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/alcohol.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chocolat Orange Pocky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/chocolat-orange-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: funky and flavorful&lt;br /&gt;Rich and deep - yet zingy and zesty&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect partner in crime&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Make 74% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 92% Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: Off the Charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it... you're one of the sexiest people around. And you don't let anyone forget it.&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy hot, and you deliver on what you promise. You are definitely one wild ride.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Strawberry Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/strawberry-blonde.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see you as flirtatious, but they also see you as a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Because you're totally fearless and carefree&lt;br /&gt;You've got the lightheartedness of a blonde, with the attitude of a redhead&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Newborn Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/newborn-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.&lt;br /&gt;Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.&lt;br /&gt;You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply emotional and very connected to everything (and everyone) around you.&lt;br /&gt;By simply understanding other people, you are able to help them heal and let go.&lt;br /&gt;While you are a very deep and thoughtful person, you do have a very silly, superficial side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too blue: the weight of the world's problems hangs over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough blue: you lack perspective and understanding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange County&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/oc.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rich, pretty, and living a charmed life. (Or you seriously wish you were.)&lt;br /&gt;From Disneyland to Laguna Beach, you're all about living the California dream life.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to marry rich - so you don't have to work for it! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/"&gt;Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Anal Retentive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/retentive-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're occasionally uptight,  but it's not like you fill your day with little OCD rituals.&lt;br /&gt;You just like to exercise a little control over your life, and that's usually a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you limit your anal retentive ways to your own behavior, you're not annoying anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, most people are exactly like you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/"&gt;Are You Anal Retentive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% California&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/cali-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so Californian, you belong in Hollyweird.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/"&gt;How California Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find a Boyfriend Within 3 Months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whenwillyoumeetyournextboyfriendquiz/three-months.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a bit more time to get over an ex&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you need a confidence boost to talk to new guys&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you'll find a boyfriend in time...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep getting out there and meeting new guys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whenwillyoumeetyournextboyfriendquiz/"&gt;When Will You Meet Your Next Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fun Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/fun-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all about having fun - and you don't need to drink to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you've thrown back more than a few every so often&lt;br /&gt;But getting totally stupid and wasted is not your style&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, by keeping everyone laughing and smiling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Party Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Independent, Flexible, and Ingenious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Nightclub owner&lt;br /&gt;Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Private investigator&lt;br /&gt;Real estate developer&lt;br /&gt;Stand up comic&lt;br /&gt;Venture capitalist&lt;br /&gt;Video game developer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5731341955098278803?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5731341955098278803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5731341955098278803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5731341955098278803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5731341955098278803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-love-is-represented-by-white-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3729092958445562089</id><published>2007-08-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:43:32.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Girl Parts Are Named:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/girlpartsnamegenerator/girlparts.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venus Fly Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/girlpartsnamegenerator/"&gt;Girl Parts Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Got a Bit of a Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/bit-of-crush.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe your guy friend is a crush of convenience - easy enough to happenDid you just break up with someone? Or are you more lonely than usual?If no to both, then this small crush could be the real deal.Find out if he feels the same - because he just might!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/"&gt;Are You Crushing on Him (And Don't Even Know It)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all menYou are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Picky When it Counts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/picky-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like most sane women, you want a great guy who will treat you well.But you're also willing to put up with a few flaws in your Mr. RightYou should congratulate yourself on having a realistic approach to dating.You probably have quite a few great guys you can date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/"&gt;Are You Too Picky When It Comes To Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Joke Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/joke.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation.Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life...You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material.You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lotBut you also stretch the truth on occasionYou figure a little lie isn't a big dealAs long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice themYou take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be pickyYou aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounterIt may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life. But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Uncommon Name Is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/uncommonnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sparkle Cayla Wooding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/uncommonnamegenerator/"&gt;What Very Uncommon Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The True You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you are a bit stingy.&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be a little selfish. You only do what interests you.&lt;br /&gt;You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Overall, you are a refined lady with excellent manners.But you also know when to relax and not get too serious about etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaromanticgirlorrealisticgirlquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so you fall in the middle.You know that love isn't like a greeting card...Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best of both worldsGirly yet independent, dreamy yet serious.Almost any guy can find balance with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaromanticgirlorrealisticgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Romantic or Realistic Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kiss is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your kisses are short and sweet - at least a first.You tend to be a cautious kisser. You don't want to scare anyone off.Once you get to know someone, your kisses are daring... and even wild.No matter what the situation is, you know how to deliver the perfect kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Type: Varied&lt;br /&gt;People See Your Kisses as: Skillful&lt;br /&gt;You Kiss Best With: A Blue Kisser&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: A Black Kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Kiss?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Liberal Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualiberalladyoraconservativechickquiz/politics-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like Cameron Diaz and Drew Barrymore, you don't shy away from your liberal causes.You may consider yourself a feminist, and you definitely trust your heart to tell you what's right.You are likely to have a million issues you care about - and not nearly enough time to devote to them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualiberalladyoraconservativechickquiz/"&gt;Are You a Liberal Lady or a Conservative Chick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What People Think of Your Mouth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourmouthsayaboutyouquiz/shapely.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People see you as both flirtatious and intimidating.Your friends are secretly put off by your seductive powers.And strangers either fear you or obsess over you - sometimes both.No way to fight it - you're a natural vamp. Or rake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourmouthsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Mouth Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3729092958445562089?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3729092958445562089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3729092958445562089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3729092958445562089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3729092958445562089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-girl-parts-are-named-venus-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1326329246845745528</id><published>2007-08-12T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:02:27.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>The Insanity of a Crush -</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's the smiling to yourself when you're staring at the melting candles on the table.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the tingly feeling in your toes and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the closed lids of a dreamy giggle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the staring out the window and wishing on anything that flys by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the seconds that move too fast and too slow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sighs in between the sharing of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the anxiety of not knowing what to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the impatience of time apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the way every song reminds you of him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the consultation of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the inability to do anything but.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the random bursts of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the sweetest little nothings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the comfort found in the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the furtive glances at every mode of communication you own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last thing on your mind before sleep settles in, allowing you to dream pleasant dreams the night away, leaving you with the tinest of smiles on your face, one which no one can figure out why it's there but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Wendy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1326329246845745528?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1326329246845745528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1326329246845745528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1326329246845745528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1326329246845745528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/08/insanity-of-crush.html' title='The Insanity of a Crush -'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6647349039224871656</id><published>2007-07-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:23:06.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>same as everyone else</title><content type='html'>it's spinning&lt;br /&gt;off to far away&lt;br /&gt;it's hurting&lt;br /&gt;like a test a day&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if you can hold me&lt;br /&gt;is there a way to stare&lt;br /&gt;politely&lt;br /&gt;the music swings me&lt;br /&gt;to the right&lt;br /&gt;always &lt;br /&gt;to the right&lt;br /&gt;i've lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;not one&lt;br /&gt;many many many&lt;br /&gt;i want to know&lt;br /&gt;how you can help&lt;br /&gt;how i can help&lt;br /&gt;will you let me know&lt;br /&gt;when you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;its where i know you&lt;br /&gt;want to be&lt;br /&gt;all around us&lt;br /&gt;there are pretty smiles&lt;br /&gt;make me weak&lt;br /&gt;heart head and knees&lt;br /&gt;and i'm no ordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;who's the same as everyone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6647349039224871656?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6647349039224871656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>150th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Wendy&amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Wendy!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy was originally called Cheerioats!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching Wendy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and Wendy are all berries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Wendy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for Wendy, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy can live for up to a week without a head!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing headphones for an hour will increase the amount of Wendy in your ear 700 times!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of Wendy orbiting the Earth!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olive oil was used for washing Wendy in the ancient Mediterranean world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3100334652656624990?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3100334652656624990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3100334652656624990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3100334652656624990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3100334652656624990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/07/150th-post.html' title='150th post!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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(pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=49224"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz10/49224/49224_res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Notebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your movie kiss is the Notebook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=49224"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7620224971619501667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/06/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes;'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2748152891145408011</id><published>2007-06-23T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T03:02:37.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Worse Than Two Fading Rainbows</title><content type='html'>You have stolen&lt;br /&gt;The one possession I valued&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my broken&lt;br /&gt;Eyesight, past repair&lt;br /&gt;Made me fall&lt;br /&gt;Hard and fast&lt;br /&gt;Like the weed users&lt;br /&gt;Lining the streets of NYC&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my &lt;br /&gt;Spinning feelings &lt;br /&gt;Going fast and faster&lt;br /&gt;Worse than two fading rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Given up the fight&lt;br /&gt;I want to get it right&lt;br /&gt;Freeing myself from feelings&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it all shine through&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2748152891145408011?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2748152891145408011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2748152891145408011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2748152891145408011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2748152891145408011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/06/worse-than-two-fading-rainbows.html' title='Worse Than Two Fading Rainbows'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-8491078733080893101</id><published>2007-06-23T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:59:02.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Seeking the Attention of Me</title><content type='html'>Surely you realise&lt;br /&gt;I'm here beside&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, waiting and wishing&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To the guitar rifts&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head&lt;br /&gt;Trampling my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will you admit&lt;br /&gt;It won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Are you saying farewell&lt;br /&gt;Before it even began&lt;br /&gt;My name is the blank space&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to fill it in&lt;br /&gt;The air around me needs traffic control&lt;br /&gt;Make me green&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;The laughter and the frowns&lt;br /&gt;Turns me up, out and down&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is much too hard&lt;br /&gt;Too tough a thing for me&lt;br /&gt;To do not once,&lt;br /&gt;But over and over&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;The purples of the sun rays&lt;br /&gt;Lift my downcast head&lt;br /&gt;Radiating the hopeless heat&lt;br /&gt;Only the great ball of fire can&lt;br /&gt;When is it my turn&lt;br /&gt;For the ones in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Have spilleth over&lt;br /&gt;Running through&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the attention of me&lt;br /&gt;Me, during the day&lt;br /&gt;Won't you hear my murmurs&lt;br /&gt;My sins are written &lt;br /&gt;All over my pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;The bedsheets and the blankets&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let the real me show&lt;br /&gt;It's what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Because this is my secret to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-8491078733080893101?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/8491078733080893101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=8491078733080893101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/e1BJMXavBf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IwEKvUeec6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IwEKvUeec6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ikpSIyb3se/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ikpSIyb3se/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HVoyg7a4QL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HVoyg7a4QL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Sy73w4MCag/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Sy73w4MCag/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONGS I LOOOVE. =) Especially the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7999501644172667705?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7999501644172667705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7999501644172667705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7999501644172667705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7999501644172667705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/06/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7175053353051764401</id><published>2007-05-19T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:02:50.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotationspage.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde (&lt;em&gt;Lady Windermere's Fan, 1892, Act I&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ice T (&lt;em&gt;The Ice Opinion&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche (&lt;em&gt;On Reading and Writing&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles M. Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But love is blind and lovers cannot see&lt;br /&gt;The pretty follies that themselves commit;&lt;br /&gt;For if they could, Cupid himself would blush&lt;br /&gt;To see me thus transformed to a boy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare (&lt;em&gt;The Merchant of Venice, Act II Scene 6&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quotes make my day good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7175053353051764401?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7175053353051764401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7175053353051764401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7175053353051764401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7175053353051764401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotationspagecom.html' title='Quotationspage.com'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6648210271741230570</id><published>2007-05-13T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:55:28.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading list</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Martian Chronicles – Ray Bradbury&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Illustrated Man – Ray Bradbury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Farenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something Wicked This Way Comes – Ray Bradbury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales – Ray Bradbury&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brave New World – Aldous Huxley&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Net Force – Tom Clancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runaways – Tom Clancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie – Mitch Albom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three Weeks With My Brother – Nicholas Sparks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True Believer – Nicholas Sparks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journals – Kurt Cobain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suite Française – Irene Nemirovsky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digging to America – Anne Tylor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life of Pi – Yann Martel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time – Mark Haddon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emperor’s Children – Claire Messud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marley &amp; Me: Life &amp;amp; Love with the World’s Worst Dog – John Grogan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;1984 – George Orwell&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal – Eric Schlosser&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Silver Sword – Ian Serraillier&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Am David – Anne Holm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nory Ryan’s Song – Patricia Reilly Giff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Pearl – John Steinbeck&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Bartimaeus Trilogy – Jonathan Stroud&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;A Few Short Notes on Tropical Butterflies – John Murray&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Little Prisoner – Jane Elliot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Best Friend’s Girl – Dorothy Koomson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sister’s Keeper – Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping Faith – Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tenth Circle – Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pact – Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6648210271741230570?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6648210271741230570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6648210271741230570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6648210271741230570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6648210271741230570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/05/reading-list-for-everyone.html' title='Reading list'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-1417445821015966908</id><published>2007-05-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:44:31.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Harlem Sweeties by Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>Have you dug the spill&lt;br /&gt;Of Sugar Hill?&lt;br /&gt;Cast your gims&lt;br /&gt;On this sepia thrill:&lt;br /&gt;Brown sugar lassie,&lt;br /&gt;Caramel treat,&lt;br /&gt;Honey-gold baby&lt;br /&gt;Sweet enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Peach-skinned girlie,&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and cream,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate darling&lt;br /&gt;Out of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Walnut tinted&lt;br /&gt;Or cocoa brown,&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate-lipped&lt;br /&gt;Pride of the town.&lt;br /&gt;Rich cream-colored&lt;br /&gt;To plum-tinted black,&lt;br /&gt;Feminine sweetness&lt;br /&gt;In Harlem’s no lack.&lt;br /&gt;Glow of the quince&lt;br /&gt;To blush of the rose.&lt;br /&gt;Persimmon bronze&lt;br /&gt;To cinnamon toes.&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry cordial,&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Dare wine—&lt;br /&gt;All those sweet colors&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Harlem of mine!&lt;br /&gt;Walnut or cocoa,&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat:&lt;br /&gt;Caramel, brown sugar,&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate treat.&lt;br /&gt;Molasses taffy,&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and cream,&lt;br /&gt;Licorice, clove, cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;To a honey-brown dream.&lt;br /&gt;Ginger, wine-gold,&lt;br /&gt;Persimmon, blackberry,&lt;br /&gt;All through the spectrum&lt;br /&gt;Harlem girls vary—&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to know beauty’s&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow-sweet thrill,&lt;br /&gt;Stroll down luscious,&lt;br /&gt;Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-1417445821015966908?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/1417445821015966908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=1417445821015966908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1417445821015966908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/1417445821015966908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/05/harlem-sweeties-by-langston-hughes.html' title='Harlem Sweeties by Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6209403345921795823</id><published>2007-04-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:47:11.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Drowning Out</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Drowning out the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting&lt;br /&gt;All for one reason&lt;br /&gt;Plugs in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Music I don't really hear&lt;br /&gt;The words going through&lt;br /&gt;Not touching&lt;br /&gt;My heart not speaking&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to see&lt;br /&gt;To see the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of you&lt;br /&gt;You looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Me feigning ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance of you&lt;br /&gt;You reaching for me&lt;br /&gt;Me shutting you&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6209403345921795823?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6209403345921795823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6209403345921795823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6209403345921795823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6209403345921795823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/drowning-out.html' title='Drowning Out'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3097759809551277134</id><published>2007-04-07T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:39:36.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>I Just Want</title><content type='html'>I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Because my arms are aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to obsess over&lt;br /&gt;Someone to pinch to check reality&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm drowning in dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to pull my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;Someone to wake me at night&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tickle my ribs&lt;br /&gt;Someone to swing me by my arms&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to cry with me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to yell at me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not doing my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to send me songs online&lt;br /&gt;Someone to LOL with me&lt;br /&gt;Because two's company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to buy me chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make me eat&lt;br /&gt;Because I think I'm too fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to read what I write&lt;br /&gt;Someone to inspire me&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;Someone to sit in silence with&lt;br /&gt;Someone to listen to&lt;br /&gt;Because I talk too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;My dreams to come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3097759809551277134?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3097759809551277134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3097759809551277134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3097759809551277134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3097759809551277134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-want.html' title='I Just Want'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6541082841858225241</id><published>2007-04-07T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:47:09.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh to move with the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Huge drops cause me to squint&lt;br /&gt;Flinch and cringe&lt;br /&gt;Faint booming bass beats sound&lt;br /&gt;The dog whimpers&lt;br /&gt;Then hides&lt;br /&gt;The goldfish swims around&lt;br /&gt;Forgets its name&lt;br /&gt;And swims around again&lt;br /&gt;The paper walls begin to thump&lt;br /&gt;In time with the bass&lt;br /&gt;Rising from below&lt;br /&gt;The rain flies in&lt;br /&gt;The squeal of closing windows is heard&lt;br /&gt;The lights flicker&lt;br /&gt;And a car alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;The cranky wrinkled old lady&lt;br /&gt;Nags at her charges&lt;br /&gt;The boy in blue howls with excitement&lt;br /&gt;And I get ready to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6541082841858225241?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6541082841858225241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6541082841858225241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6541082841858225241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6541082841858225241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-4523073965124815879</id><published>2007-04-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:19:35.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Problems By Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;2 and 2 are 4.&lt;br /&gt;4 and 4 are 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would happen&lt;br /&gt;If the last 4 was late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how would it be&lt;br /&gt;If one 2 was me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if the first 4 was you&lt;br /&gt;Divided by 2? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is just so clever. Swoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-4523073965124815879?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/4523073965124815879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=4523073965124815879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4523073965124815879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/4523073965124815879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/problems-by-langston-hughes.html' title='Problems By Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5939689618734718179</id><published>2007-04-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:14:51.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dream Deferred By Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What happens to a dream deferred?&lt;br /&gt;Does it dry up&lt;br /&gt;Like a raisin in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Or fester like a sore--&lt;br /&gt;And then run?&lt;br /&gt;Does it stink like rotten meat?&lt;br /&gt;Or crust and sugar over--&lt;br /&gt;Like a syrupy sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just sags&lt;br /&gt;Like a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;Or does it explode? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Nad loves this poem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5939689618734718179?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5939689618734718179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5939689618734718179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5939689618734718179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5939689618734718179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-deferred-by-langston-hughes.html' title='Dream Deferred By Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-2104648500718284656</id><published>2007-04-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:12:00.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dreams By Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;For if dreams die&lt;br /&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;br /&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;For when dreams go&lt;br /&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;br /&gt;Frozen with snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this poem. I used it in my old poetry book in Jordan. As one I did a review on. I loved it. And I still do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-2104648500718284656?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/2104648500718284656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=2104648500718284656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2104648500718284656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/2104648500718284656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams-by-langston-hughes.html' title='Dreams By Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7380669021299228989</id><published>2007-04-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:05:05.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Lemn Sissay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; LEMN SISSAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of my love for Linton Kwesi Johnson and Langston Hughes. I discovered one with the help of my dad, and I had the most wonderful opportunity to watch LKJ in action. And Langston Hughes, by my English teacher at Jordan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7380669021299228989?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7380669021299228989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7380669021299228989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7380669021299228989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7380669021299228989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/lemn-sissay.html' title='Lemn Sissay'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6032850118979882217</id><published>2007-04-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:52:07.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Invisible Kisses By Lemn Sissay</title><content type='html'>If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;Whom when you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Would wipe your tears&lt;br /&gt;When in dreams you were weeping;&lt;br /&gt;Who would offer you time&lt;br /&gt;When others demand;&lt;br /&gt;Whose love lay more infinite&lt;br /&gt;Than grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;To whom you could cry;&lt;br /&gt;Who would gather each tear&lt;br /&gt;And blow it dry;&lt;br /&gt;Who would offer help&lt;br /&gt;On the mountains of time;&lt;br /&gt;Who would stop to let each sunset&lt;br /&gt;Soothe the jaded mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;To whom when you run&lt;br /&gt;Will push back the clouds&lt;br /&gt;So you are bathed in sun;&lt;br /&gt;Who would open arms&lt;br /&gt;If you would fall;&lt;br /&gt;Who would show you everything&lt;br /&gt;If you lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;Who when you achieve&lt;br /&gt;Was there before the dream&lt;br /&gt;And even then believed;&lt;br /&gt;Who would clear the air&lt;br /&gt;When it's full of loss;&lt;br /&gt;Who would count love&lt;br /&gt;Before the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;Who when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;Will summon warm air&lt;br /&gt;For your hands to hold;&lt;br /&gt;Who would make peace&lt;br /&gt;In pouring pain,&lt;br /&gt;Make laughter fall&lt;br /&gt;In falling rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever one&lt;br /&gt;Who can offer you this and more;&lt;br /&gt;Who in keyless rooms&lt;br /&gt;Can open doors;&lt;br /&gt;Who in open doors&lt;br /&gt;Can see open fields&lt;br /&gt;And in open fields&lt;br /&gt;See harvests yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then see only my face&lt;br /&gt;In the reflection of these tides&lt;br /&gt;Trough the clear water&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the river side.&lt;br /&gt;All I can send is love&lt;br /&gt;In all that this is&lt;br /&gt;A poem and a necklace&lt;br /&gt;Of invisible kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6032850118979882217?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6032850118979882217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6032850118979882217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6032850118979882217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6032850118979882217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/04/invisible-kisses-by-lemn-sissay.html' title='Invisible Kisses By Lemn Sissay'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7549282102767359440</id><published>2007-03-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:05:19.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Not mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You take me where&lt;br /&gt;I've never been&lt;br /&gt;Never have&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the way before me&lt;br /&gt;Can't see it&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I struggle&lt;br /&gt;You push&lt;br /&gt;I can't move from here&lt;br /&gt;From this place&lt;br /&gt;With my feet so firmly planted&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave&lt;br /&gt;Not to go&lt;br /&gt;Why now?&lt;br /&gt;Why make me try?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to help&lt;br /&gt;Trying to solve&lt;br /&gt;Help. Solve.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Trying to search for all the right answers&lt;br /&gt;That I can't seem to ever find&lt;br /&gt;Without someone else's help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;What I want&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;You, my one true friend&lt;br /&gt;But not my one true love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You sit there munching&lt;br /&gt;On no-nut chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Staring out&lt;br /&gt;Gazing&lt;br /&gt;Following the planes&lt;br /&gt;Tracing a path through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the way&lt;br /&gt;You stare&lt;br /&gt;Seering through me&lt;br /&gt;Pulling from inside&lt;br /&gt;Grasping and tugging&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I don't want to hurt you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7549282102767359440?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7549282102767359440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7549282102767359440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7549282102767359440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7549282102767359440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-mine.html' title='Not mine'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3647640355724831352</id><published>2007-02-13T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:54:25.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quizzes once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor - Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer - Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer - Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 53% American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howamericanareyouquiz/american3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most times you are proud to be an American. Though sometimes the good ole US of A makes you cringe. Still, you know there's no place better suited to be your home. You love your freedom and no one's going to take it away from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howamericanareyouquiz/"&gt;How American Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffd391;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You'll die choking on a cookie in bed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 88% Bipolar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/bipolar-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have some serious ups and downs, maybe to the point of endangering your own life. Consult a doctor to see if you may truly have bipolar disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/"&gt;Are You Bipolar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: INFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship. For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive. However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 80% Passionate, 20% Compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/love-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love. In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust. You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/"&gt;Is Your Love Style Passionate or Compassionate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Birthdate: February 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it. You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to love - hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find Love Where You Least Expect It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/least-expect.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the type most likely to find love... surprised? You shouldn't be! You're a fun, independent woman who is always out and about. And you're smart to sometimes leave your girlfriends behind and go it alone. Men love to approach you when you're out by yourself - including Mr. Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pretty girly chick, and you're not ashamed to admit it (or wear pink). But you're also practical. You can hang with the guys, as long as they're not too gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Confident Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/confident-sexy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're one sexy chica, and you know it. You've got the confidence to strut your stuff... And approach any man who happens to catch your eye. You may make guys run away, but the true men will appreciate your moxie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a City Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/city-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you live in the city or not, you've got the heart of a city girl. You're up on the latest trends - what's hot in music, food, and fashion. And you love to be on the go. Your perfect day is filled with tons of fun. Your perfect guy is a city guy, so head to LA, NYC, Sydney, or London to find him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are High Maintenance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouhighmaintenancequiz/high-maintenance.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You want the good things in life. Expensive clothes, nice food, and a perfect boyfriend. And while it's good to aim high - you're scaring Mr. Perfect away. No guy will treat you like a princess if you insist on acting like one. Chill a little... and see how much better a big heart is than a big wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouhighmaintenancequiz/"&gt;Are You High Maintenance?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Total Shopaholic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/shopaholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a keen eye for spotting trends before they are hot. And sometimes your credit rating takes a beating as a result. Consider a job in retail to subsidize your gorgeous outfits. Over time, you could become a famous stylist or designer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/"&gt;Are You a Shopaholic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/allaboutyourluckylovecolorquiz/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When someone gets to know you, the first thing they notice is your passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quick to fall in love, quick to get angry, quick to act impulsively. Relationships are quite a ride with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what your color might suggest, you never stop to think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is often on fire, and it's a rare man that can quell your flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/allaboutyourluckylovecolorquiz/"&gt;All About Your Lucky Love Color&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Muse is Thalia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/thalia.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are most like this playful muse of comedy. Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic. You make people laugh until their sides split. And you're always up for some play time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Muse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fragrance Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/fragrance-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The best calming fragrance: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance for everyday wear: orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance to boost your sex appeal: lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fragrance for energy: pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Fragrance Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3647640355724831352?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3647640355724831352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3647640355724831352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3647640355724831352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3647640355724831352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/02/quizzes-once-again.html' title='Quizzes once again'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-6306853340997146189</id><published>2007-02-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:03:24.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Thank You for Disappointing Me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;In all that drowning despair,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Just to bite my lip&lt;br /&gt;And allow that solitary,&lt;br /&gt;One brave tear.&lt;br /&gt;I tried,&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered?&lt;br /&gt;What I am to do?&lt;br /&gt;I had believed.&lt;br /&gt;Once before.&lt;br /&gt;Like many others,&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would,&lt;br /&gt;I could I could,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;The words you say,&lt;br /&gt;They stumble out so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Flowing out,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the snake’s basket.&lt;br /&gt;Had you not wanted it,&lt;br /&gt;As much as I had?&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies have all left.&lt;br /&gt;I feel no more flurries,&lt;br /&gt;No more anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;No more,&lt;br /&gt;Not one.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so easy?&lt;br /&gt;How could it be?&lt;br /&gt;I hear the crickets sing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my,&lt;br /&gt;It’s already been 28 hours,&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;And 13 seconds…&lt;br /&gt;14…&lt;br /&gt;15…&lt;br /&gt;Am I comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;With your broken promise?&lt;br /&gt;The promise not to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;The one where I was in front.&lt;br /&gt;And now, Where am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once more.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for disappointing me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-6306853340997146189?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/6306853340997146189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=6306853340997146189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6306853340997146189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/6306853340997146189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-for-disappointing-me.html' title='Thank You for Disappointing Me'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-5414546134802959345</id><published>2007-01-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:03:22.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>The Horse's Horoscope for 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Horse's Horoscope for 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" In 2007, the Horse enjoys good fortune and the female Horse will find herself surrounded by people wanting to be friends and to rub shoulders with her. This is a year when she enjoys a surge in popularity, which gives her natural self-assurance a very big boost indeed. There is an aura of lightness in her stance and those who come into contact with her will interpret this positively. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The woman Horse will find that 2007 brings her the freedom she craves to do her own thing. The free spirit within her will get airborne making her incredibly happy and attractive. Perhaps this is because in 2007 things move along smoothly and she has much to be happy about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Horse's self-assurance returns in 2007. The travails of the past year will have taken their toll on her confidence levels, but it is obvious that she has emerged stronger as a result of having to cope with some tough hurdles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she knows she is better able to adapt to situations, so she not only gets her confidence back, she also rises positively to the challenges of the new year. By the end of the year, she will feel so strong it will be like she is a different person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a good year to invest time in new friendships, to start new couplings or even to get married. Horse born women will be very accomodating this year, so there are friends and plenty of occasions to socialise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Horse lady is a spontaneously independent lass who pursues her own style. She does not like being rushed or pressured into making decisions she feels she is not ready for. Likewise, if she sets her mind on something, she will not appreciate those who try to talk her out of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 2007, the more adventurous Horse ladies may decide to take off for strange new places or take part in semmingly way out projects. If you are feeling like you want to break out of your routine to travel to unknown places, do not hesitate as this year offers you a great opportunity for doing so safely. If going to dangerous places of getting involved in high risk escapades is something you have always wanted to do, then by all means do it irrespective of your age. Horse people are protected through 2007, especially female Horses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best in the Horse woman emerges when she is surrounded by activity. Yang Chi energy keeps her going, and as long as the activity brings enough excitement to send her adrenalin rushing, she will stay commited to the project. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 2007, there is little danger of her getting bored as this is an active and interesting year for her. The Horse lady is an idealist. She does not like the outward shows of success. She is not the kind who goes for expensive things just to show off. She prefers to be respected than liked. She hates it if people think of her as a dumb broad, and you will rarely find the Horse woman taking on the role of "bimbo". She will never pretend to be dumb. Me who want to date a Horse lady must understand that she hates it when people talk down to her. She does not suffer patronizing easily. In fact, she will simply gallop away. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An extract of the general Horse horoscope for 2007 taken from &lt;strong&gt;Lillian Too's Fortune &amp; Feng Shui 2007 Horse (With Jennifer Too). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that this extract like describes me perfectly! It's quite cool. My mom believes in Feng Shui somewhat, so I guess it rubbed off onto me. Anyway, I bought this book, which also includes a monthly horoscope, and a horoscope for whatever type Horse you are, Earth, Fire, Metal, Wood, or Water. So if you want the monthly horoscopes just ask me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another extract taken from the same book. But this time it's slightly more in-depth one. It's meant only for Metal Horses, which means you'd have to be born either between &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Jan 1930 - 16 Feb 1931&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;27 Feb 1990 - 14 Feb 1991&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Metal Female Horse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The older Metal Horse lady on the surface appears more conservative than the other Horse women and it's due to the fact that she has lived a long life and been through all the ups and downs life can bring. As a result she is usually more close mouthed than her Horse siblings. With the hindsight of experiential insights, she has learned not to reveal her true feelings and is careful to keep her emotions in control. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teenaged Metal Horse girl however will exhibit more of the rebellious Horse nature, although with an underlying veneer of sensibility and conservation. For both, their metal element will bring good luck and protection against afflictions in 2007. Tis lady exudes a very dignified air and in matters to do with relationships and family, she is quite traditional. She is conservative by nature but possesses a spirit of independence that makes it hard for her to accept too much discipline. You simply cannot shackle a Horse no matter how conservative and well-trained they might be. They must be allowed the occasional burst of energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The older lady is comfortable with a fixed routine. For her, 2007 will be like most years, only this time around she will be pleasantly surprised by some events happening that make her happy indeed. There will be double happiness occasions in her life. Her luck is robust and she has more energy this year. There is also something very charming about the way she cares for her loved ones. She is totally giving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for the teenager, the best way to treat her is to give her a long rein. Be soft with her and go easy on the bit. Never let her think you are trying to manipulate her, because that will only turn her against you. She reponds to being treated well and she appreciates respect. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I think that describes me pretty well. But then again, horoscopes tend to do that don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the book also provides love horoscopes. =) Like if I'm a Horse and I were to date someone, I just need to know the animal he is, and then I'd be able to know if it's a good pairing or not! Cool huh. And the book also tells me what to do to improve my luck. But I don't actually follow that bit. I just like the horoscopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-5414546134802959345?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/5414546134802959345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=5414546134802959345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5414546134802959345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/5414546134802959345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2007/01/horses-horoscope-for-2007.html' title='The Horse&apos;s Horoscope for 2007'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-7815513094145657849</id><published>2006-12-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:50:39.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Turbulence</title><content type='html'>So many things,&lt;br /&gt;Rushing,&lt;br /&gt;Running,&lt;br /&gt;Pouring,&lt;br /&gt;In, out, through,&lt;br /&gt;All over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why.&lt;br /&gt;How, when, what.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;A sadistic pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;You take away from here,&lt;br /&gt;This destruction.&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;Had it good.&lt;br /&gt;We had shared&lt;br /&gt;Something,&lt;br /&gt;Resembling something else.&lt;br /&gt;It's been slow.&lt;br /&gt;It's been strange.&lt;br /&gt;Turbulence was as common as day.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's all fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;How very&lt;br /&gt;Very much&lt;br /&gt;Just like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-7815513094145657849?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/7815513094145657849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=7815513094145657849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7815513094145657849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/7815513094145657849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/12/turbulence.html' title='Turbulence'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-3286942221178057501</id><published>2006-12-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:12:57.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><title type='text'>Jumping Shots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took awesome jumping shots of my brother today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008768277641694562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/RYK4Nf8UDWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6tIRusDwvM/s320/Sentosa+stay+15+dec+2006+(21).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the one above! It totally looks like he was skateboarding and the skateboard just happened to fly out of the picture! =) I love this particular picture so much! &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_5008769261189205362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/RYK5Gv8UDXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PF0UvW4l8SM/s320/Sentosa+stay+15+dec+2006+(33).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008770450895146370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/RYK6L_8UDYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Mggg6R2Ufw0/s320/Sentosa+stay+15+dec+2006+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All this done at Vivocity while waiting for my mom to wrap up a phonecall. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-3286942221178057501?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/3286942221178057501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=3286942221178057501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3286942221178057501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/3286942221178057501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/12/jumping-shots.html' title='Jumping Shots!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/RYK4Nf8UDWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6tIRusDwvM/s72-c/Sentosa+stay+15+dec+2006+(21).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-116594760479384654</id><published>2006-12-13T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:38:40.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Not Even a Shadow</title><content type='html'>You told me everything would change&lt;br /&gt;Once the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;You came to me&lt;br /&gt;Just to testify,&lt;br /&gt;That I could&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you were right behind,&lt;br /&gt;Helping me to quench&lt;br /&gt;That insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Thirst of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to that promise&lt;br /&gt;My lifeline, of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Do what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t wait&lt;br /&gt;Not for anyone&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked back&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting,&lt;br /&gt;Needing,&lt;br /&gt;There was not even a shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-116594760479384654?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/116594760479384654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=116594760479384654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/116594760479384654'/><link rel='self' 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align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker. You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side. Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Ingenuity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/ingenuity.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration.People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #a8ffb3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;55% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;20% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;5% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Academic Geekiness: ModerateMusic Geekiness: ModerateFashion Geekiness: LowInternet Geekiness: LowGamer Geekiness: NoneGeekiness in Love: NoneGeneral Geekiness: NoneMovie Geekiness: NoneSciFi Geekiness: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 100% Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/pisces.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Pisces Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 76%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/willyoubeamultimillionairequiz/mm-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a good chance of being a multimillionaire. Better than most people.You simply have a natural knack for money and the personality for success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will You Be a Multimillionaire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Addicted to Myspace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Myspace addiction factor is: ModerateYou're slowly building a very strong addiction to Myspace. Get out while you still can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are You Addicted to Myspace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to youIn love: You are picky but passionateTo achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charmer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dating Purity Score: 75%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/underexperienced-dater.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an under-experienced dater.This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dating Purity Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are:A true wordsmith - a master of wordsOriginal, spontaneous, and a true inspirationHighly energetic, up for any challengeEntertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dbd7d2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 153&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's" Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange County&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/oc.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're rich, pretty, and living a charmed life. (Or you seriously wish you were.)From Disneyland to Laguna Beach, you're all about living the California dream life.Just make sure to marry rich - so you don't have to work for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 0% Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't shy at all, in fact, you're probably quite outgoing.You are comfortable in almost any social situation, no matter how difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 66% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pretty open person - and you don't mind sharing the good, bad, and sometimes ugly.And while sometimes you do catch yourself blabbing on, you usually exhibit restraint.You're openness is quite refreshing, and it encourages other people to be open with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-116213694190106230?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/116213694190106230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=116213694190106230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/116213694190106230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/116213694190106230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/10/quizzes-once-again_116213694190106230.html' title='quizzes once again!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-116004694410507077</id><published>2006-10-05T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:15:44.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quizzes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/italian.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;You show the world what culture really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your German Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/germannamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gisela Cornelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/germannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your German Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Lucky Underwear is Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an extremely happy, laid back, fun soul. And your lucky yellow underwear can help you get even more out of life.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you rather play than work. You're apt to quit any task that doesn't nourish your creativity and inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your drive for freedom hinders your quality of life. You find it impossible to do anything unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have responsibilities and still have fun, put on your yellow underpants. They'll help you make a party out of the most mundane tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 92% Intuitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/intuitive-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intuition is so spot on it's scary!&lt;br /&gt;You can learn a lot about people and situations, simply by listening to your gut.&lt;br /&gt;And you've even wondered if you can predict the future at times.&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure not to always listen to your intuition... someday it could be wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/"&gt;How Intuitive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Changed 68% in 10 Years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/change-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to who you were ten years ago, you've changed a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're probably in a completely different phase of your life - and very happy about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/"&gt;How Much Have You Changed in 10 Years?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romatic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Social Butterfly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/social-butterfly.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends so much...&lt;br /&gt;You're motto is "the more, the merrier"!&lt;br /&gt;Making sure everyone's included is your mission&lt;br /&gt;And you always prefer a group of ten to a group of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/boobies.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bambi and Thumper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/"&gt;Boobie Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/iris.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and harmonious, you seek the gentle side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth and consideration touches many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Purity, modesty, and faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Iris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Purple, yellow, and light blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 43%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#a0cdff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D28210780%2526playListId%253D28211057%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Toxic&lt;/a&gt; by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the taste of your lips&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a ride&lt;br /&gt;You're toxic I'm slippin' under"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may dance for someone - but only to weaken their defenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Auditory Learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/auditory.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to remember what you hear, and you have a knack for speaking well.&lt;br /&gt;You excel at debating, foreign languages, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You would be an excellent diplomat - or rock star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Guys Think of Your Medium Straight Hair...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/medium-straight-hair.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, optimistic, easy going.&lt;br /&gt;You're the thinking man's ideal woman - bright, funny, and no drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Thong Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/thong-panties.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman, you are one hell of a ride!&lt;br /&gt;You're a total wild child - and you live for crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;Men are attracted to you like flies to honey, even though they know they should stay away.&lt;br /&gt;You need a expert cowboy who can keep in tune with your free spirit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Give Great Advice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyougivegoodadvicequiz/advice-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's up when it comes to people and social relationships.&lt;br /&gt;And you're advice is golden, even if your friends don't always take it!&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that you take your own advice too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyougivegoodadvicequiz/"&gt;Do You Give Good Advice?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Flashy Red Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/flashy-red-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing, friendly, and fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;You're a charmer, with your pick of the men.&lt;br /&gt;But you want a man who's as magnetic as you are.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who can keep up with your all night gab fests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Go For Brains!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyougoforbrainsorbodyquiz/brains.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a guy with a big... brain.&lt;br /&gt;And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyougoforbrainsorbodyquiz/"&gt;Do You Go For Brains or Body?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/scary-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scare men off ocassionaly, but only very weak men.&lt;br /&gt;You're a normal woman. You're not perfect, but you're pretty darn close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/"&gt;Do You Scare Off Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Classic Bikini!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/classic-bikini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of gal who looks good in almost any bikini.&lt;br /&gt;Going for the understated look, you don't need a flashy bikini to turn heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bikini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.&lt;br /&gt;What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear compliments from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly open person, but you also like to maintain your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely will tell all (okay, almost all) to your closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;But strangers and acquaintances only get a peek into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Unconventional and Insightful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/infj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and ingenious. You're attracted to any field of study that lets you break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;Art history&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Comparative religions&lt;br /&gt;Eastern religion&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 65% of the Population&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/"&gt;How's Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Friendly Flirt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/friendly-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite the flirt, but you don't flirt with just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And you hardly ever get caught, because your flirting seems so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good thing going. Tons of friends, both guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;And if you do decide to flirt, hardly anyone's the wiser. Pretty trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/right.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bit of a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight&lt;br /&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates&lt;br /&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily&lt;br /&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head&lt;br /&gt;Emphathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault&lt;br /&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count&lt;br /&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes quizzes quizzes! I LOVE THEM. heh. And I really should be studying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-116004694410507077?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/116004694410507077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=116004694410507077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/116004694410507077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/116004694410507077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/10/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes!!!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-115677238384848615</id><published>2006-08-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:55:11.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Window Shopper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE: The Hornivore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy, The Boy Next Door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test found on Mas' blog!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-115677238384848615?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115677238384848615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=115677238384848615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115677238384848615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115677238384848615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/08/test.html' title='Test.'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-115642055943458592</id><published>2006-08-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:44:09.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Brats</title><content type='html'>This is pure gibberish&lt;br /&gt;Everything they say&lt;br /&gt;Does not make one BIT&lt;br /&gt;Of sense. &lt;p&gt;Mature adults ought to&lt;br /&gt;Act their age&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be&lt;br /&gt;Much younger&lt;br /&gt;Than I &lt;p&gt;Why! The foolish things&lt;br /&gt;They all say.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently&lt;br /&gt;I should be talking,&lt;br /&gt;Should be speaking,&lt;br /&gt;Should be sounding out&lt;br /&gt;Simple little words. &lt;p&gt;But woe betide those&lt;br /&gt;Who bible-lize parenting books. &lt;p&gt;Whatever happened before&lt;br /&gt;Before all the nonsense&lt;br /&gt;About guidebooks.&lt;br /&gt;Those parents!&lt;br /&gt;They were the smart ones.&lt;br /&gt;They would chastise babies.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, BABIES.&lt;br /&gt;They would even scold them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes corporal punishment&lt;br /&gt;Would come into play. &lt;p&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;But the parents today.&lt;br /&gt;They are a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;Soft little&lt;br /&gt;Pampered&lt;br /&gt;Brats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-115642055943458592?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115642055943458592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=115642055943458592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115642055943458592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115642055943458592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/08/brats-poem-by-wendy.html' title='Brats'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-115374690626617410</id><published>2006-07-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:15:06.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>I got tagged!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally doing this Nadiah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List ten fictional characters you would have sex with (in no particular order) and tag 5 people to do the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joe from Bend It Like Beckham&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Mmmmm. He is just so uber yummy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua Ang's character in I Not Stupid 2!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars Episode 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Talk about Hayden being a total droolsome bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ryousuke Takahashi from Initial D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Edison Chen is just too cute.. And he has a nice car in the movie. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oliver Woods from Harry Potter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about him.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shane West's character from A Walk To Remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mhmm. That boy is just too gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mr. Smith from Mr. And Mrs. Smith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Okay so I don't like Brad Pitt cos he ruined a perfectly good marriage. But he is so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Duke from She's The Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OMG. Channing Tatum! Drool drool drool. Have you seen his abs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seth from the OC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Adam Brody is just so hot. Mmmmmm. Droolworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lucas from One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CHAD MICHEAL MURRAY! There's nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I actually did this Nad! And I will um. tag. uh. Clare! Fiona. And James. I can't think of anymore... So. whoever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-115374690626617410?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115374690626617410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=115374690626617410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115374690626617410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115374690626617410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-115228803150580130</id><published>2006-07-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:56:10.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a February Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT KIND OF BABY ARE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY BABY&lt;/strong&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;MARCH BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;APRIL BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer evryone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;MAY BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards oppisite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;JUNE BABY&lt;/strong&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive&lt;br /&gt;partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;JULY BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER BABY&lt;/strong&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent&lt;br /&gt;personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---------------&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER BABY&lt;/strong&gt; ---------------&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking person possible... better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. loves music. pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I got this off some random dude's blog. But it's hella accurate. I'm a February baby by the way.&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/7392791-115228803150580130?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115228803150580130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=115228803150580130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115228803150580130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/115228803150580130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-february-baby.html' title='I&apos;m a February Baby!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114995773043251348</id><published>2006-06-11T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:55:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE A TENNIS GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE A TENNIS GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) We play it long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;2) We don't mind if we sweat.&lt;br /&gt;3) We handle the balls no problem.&lt;br /&gt;4) We always start out with "Love".&lt;br /&gt;5) We will work as long as needed&lt;br /&gt;6) We wear mini skirts and tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;7) We don't want it easy, hard is good.&lt;br /&gt;8) We can play singles and doubles..&lt;br /&gt;9) We wear skirts made specially for balls.&lt;br /&gt;10) We use one hand or two.. whatever it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114995773043251348?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114995773043251348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114995773043251348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114995773043251348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114995773043251348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/06/top-ten-reasons-to-date-tennis-girl.html' title='TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE A TENNIS GIRL'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114753830879698665</id><published>2006-05-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:55:29.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your tickets from me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;- - - - - - - - - - &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A huge rock concert called &lt;b&gt;YOUTH GONE WILD&lt;/b&gt; is happening on the 23rd June 2006! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ronin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucid Vapour&lt;/b&gt; (performed at !Smash'd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;West Grand Boulevard&lt;/b&gt; (starring Daphne Khoo of Singapore Idol fame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3dash1&lt;/b&gt; (winners of the 2005 Straits Times School of Rock competition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Typewriter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velvet Rose&lt;/b&gt; (!Smash'd youth winners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hyperteria&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening at: &lt;b&gt;Whitley Secondary School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;b&gt;23rd June 2006&lt;/b&gt; (Last Friday of the June school holidays!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;b&gt;6pm - 11pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt; and you can get them from me! Wendy! Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:popgurl99@gmail.com"&gt;popgurl99@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114753830879698665?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114753830879698665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114753830879698665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114753830879698665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114753830879698665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-your-tickets-from-me.html' title='Get your tickets from me!'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114666142930824273</id><published>2006-05-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:03:49.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Pig personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1296/453/1600/piggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1296/453/320/piggie.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limin made me take this test. :) I had to draw a cute lil pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a personality test too, and pretty right I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here' my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the middle, you are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing left, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.The bigger the better. You drew small ears, you are an OK listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life. And again more is better! You drew medium sized tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114666142930824273?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114666142930824273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114666142930824273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114666142930824273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114666142930824273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/pig-personality-test.html' title='Pig personality test'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114258953466167485</id><published>2006-03-17T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:56:23.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Crush - Mandy Moore</title><content type='html'>You know everything that I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;You do everything I wish I did&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants you, everybody loves you &lt;p&gt;I know I should tell you how i fell&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone would disappear&lt;br /&gt;Every time time you call me, I'm too scared to be me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too shy to say &lt;p&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;A crush on you &lt;p&gt;You know, I'm the one that you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you tell me thing that I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And you say exactly how you feel about her&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way &lt;p&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;A crush on you &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh, I wish i could tell somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a crush on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A crush on you, I got a crush&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;You say everything that no one says&lt;br /&gt;But I feel everything that you're afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;I will always want you, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I've got a crush... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes the cheesiest songs say it best. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114258953466167485?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114258953466167485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114258953466167485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114258953466167485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114258953466167485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/crush-mandy-moore.html' title='Crush - Mandy Moore'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114234488720163849</id><published>2006-03-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:01:27.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>Leave me delirious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Shit." She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice caresses my skin, sends my whole body into near orgasm. Yet, you're only whispering. I lay back shivering. Your hands tiptoe across my body, grazing my inner thigh, my navel, and the small of my back. Those wondrous hands, soft, yet calloused. I feel your hair as I tremble, feeling your burning gaze on my body. You make me wonder. I want to know your thoughts, your feelings. You look me in the eye and mouth the word beautiful. I know there's no turning back, I'm completely under your spell. Nothing I say, nothing I do, will change what I feel, for you, for now, forever. I close my eyes, and you leave me delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114234488720163849?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114234488720163849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114234488720163849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114234488720163849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114234488720163849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/leave-me-delirious.html' title='Leave me delirious'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-114234438336570565</id><published>2006-03-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:41:40.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>First of the Final</title><content type='html'>Brushing the dust off&lt;br /&gt;the old white photo frame.&lt;br /&gt;The speckled glass&lt;br /&gt;covering the faded picture.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;When I murmured&lt;br /&gt;you were my all,&lt;br /&gt;standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;refusing to look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;You caressed the rose&lt;br /&gt;cold on the table&lt;br /&gt;between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Watching those brown shoes&lt;br /&gt;kiss the floor&lt;br /&gt;with every step.&lt;br /&gt;Look back,&lt;br /&gt;and you would have seen&lt;br /&gt;the first of the final.&lt;br /&gt;My tears for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-114234438336570565?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114234438336570565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=114234438336570565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114234438336570565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/114234438336570565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-of-final-poem-by-wendy.html' title='First of the Final'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113802080450818067</id><published>2006-01-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:41:13.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>The f***ing long quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;. : Basics : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 001 ] first name: Wendy&lt;br /&gt;[ 002 ] middle name: -&lt;br /&gt;[ 003 ] last name: Tan&lt;br /&gt;[ 004 ] nickname(s): Crazy; Wenwen;&lt;br /&gt;[ 005 ] gender: female&lt;br /&gt;[ 006 ] age: 16&lt;br /&gt;[ 007 ] birthday: 28th feb 1990&lt;br /&gt;[ 008 ] height: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;[ 009 ] hair color: blackish brown&lt;br /&gt;[ 010 ] eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;[ 011 ] race: chinese! foo.&lt;br /&gt;[ 012 ] do you wear glasses or contacts: both&lt;br /&gt;[ 013 ] do you have braces: nope&lt;br /&gt;[ 014 ] is your hair long or short: medium&lt;br /&gt;[ 015 ] where were you born: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;[ 016 ] current location: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;[ 017 ] zodiac sign: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;[ 018 ] how many languages do you know: 4! English, American, Singlish and Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;[ 019 ] nationality: Singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;[ 020 ] bad habits: I'm lazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;[ 021 ] piercings you have: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 022 ] piercings you want: iono. belly button?&lt;br /&gt;[ 023 ] tattoos you have: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 024 ] tattoos you want: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 025 ] today's date: 13 Dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;[ 026 ] the time: 1am&lt;br /&gt;[ 027 ] ready for a bunch more questions: you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Family : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 028 ] mother's name: Toh K.C&lt;br /&gt;[ 029 ] father's name: Tan L.T&lt;br /&gt;[ 030 ] step-parent's names, if any: - &lt;br /&gt;[ 031 ] brother(s)'s name(s): Wei Ming&lt;br /&gt;[ 032 ] sister(s)'s name(s): -&lt;br /&gt;[ 033 ] favorite aunt: Auntie Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;[ 034 ] favorite uncle: no real fave.&lt;br /&gt;[ 035 ] favorite grandparent: maternal grandma&lt;br /&gt;[ 036 ] worst relative: an uncle&lt;br /&gt;[ 037 ] best relative: My cousin Melanie!&lt;br /&gt;[ 038 ] do you get along with your parents: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;[ 039 ] Does anyone in your family understand you?: depends on what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Pets : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 040 ] do you have any pets: -&lt;br /&gt;[ 041 ] what are their names: -&lt;br /&gt;[ 042 ] what kind of animals are they: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : School : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 043 ] are you still in school: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 044 ] did you drop out: nope&lt;br /&gt;[ 045 ] current gpa, or last gpa you got: 3 &lt;br /&gt;[ 046 ] favorite grade: 8th&lt;br /&gt;[ 047 ] least favorite grade: none i think.&lt;br /&gt;[ 048 ] favorite teacher: now? Ms. Ng!&lt;br /&gt;[ 049 ] least favorite teacher: this chinese teacher from primary 2.&lt;br /&gt;[ 050 ] favorite subject: iono. English?&lt;br /&gt;[ 051 ] least favorite subject: Math&lt;br /&gt;[ 052 ] do/did you buy lunch or bring it: buy it.&lt;br /&gt;[ 053 ] play any sports on the school's team: tennis? =/&lt;br /&gt;[ 054 ] do/did you do any extracurricular ativities: of course&lt;br /&gt;[ 055 ] are/was you popular: Not at all. I'm the school freak.&lt;br /&gt;[ 056 ] favorite dance: the ones in cali. :)&lt;br /&gt;[ 057 ] favorite memory: cantering in the surf on horseback in cali.&lt;br /&gt;[ 058 ] least favorite dance: none.&lt;br /&gt;[ 059 ] least favorite memory: that stupid chinese teacher in primary 2.&lt;br /&gt;[ 060 ] most humiliating moment: when I fell in a crowded mall and exposed my panties when I was really young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Favorites : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 061 ] number: 4&lt;br /&gt;[ 062 ] clothing brand: anything comfy and cute.&lt;br /&gt;[ 063 ] shoes: Nike and Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;[ 064 ] saying: haha.&lt;br /&gt;[ 065 ] tv show: Desperate Housewives; Simple Life; One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;[ 066 ] sport: tennis, horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;[ 067 ] vegetable: potatoes&lt;br /&gt;[ 068 ] fruit: green grapes; fuji apples; longans&lt;br /&gt;[ 069 ] movie: Lion King!&lt;br /&gt;[ 070 ] magazine: Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;[ 071 ] actor: no one.&lt;br /&gt;[ 072 ] actress: Catherine Zeta Jones.&lt;br /&gt;[ 073 ] candy: Chocolate rules all.&lt;br /&gt;[ 074 ] gum: fruity flavours&lt;br /&gt;[ 075 ] scent: Cool by Polo Ralph Lauren on girls&lt;br /&gt;[ 076 ] candy bar: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ 077 ] ice cream flavor: Belgium chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ 078 ] color: blue, red, green, yellow, black, white, &amp; pink!&lt;br /&gt;[ 079 ] season: autumn&lt;br /&gt;[ 080 ] holiday: too many many places.&lt;br /&gt;[ 081 ] band: Motley Crue. Rivermaya. Hinder.&lt;br /&gt;[ 082 ] singer: craig david. gwen stefani. Linton Kwesi Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;[ 083 ] group: many many.&lt;br /&gt;[ 084 ] rapper: Ying Yang Twins.&lt;br /&gt;[ 085 ] type of music: Jazz, rock, pop, hiphop, rap, R&amp;B, cuban, bossa nova, dub poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ 086 ] thing in your room: pillows&lt;br /&gt;[ 087 ] place to be: with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ 088 ] radio station: Perfect 10&lt;br /&gt;[ 092 ] store: cheap and good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[ 093 ] shoe brand: Nike and Adidas?&lt;br /&gt;[ 096 ] shape: huh. um. circle? star? heart?&lt;br /&gt;[ 097 ] time of day: after school.&lt;br /&gt;[ 098 ] country: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;[ 099 ] state: Cali&lt;br /&gt;[ 100 ] boys name: James Matthew!&lt;br /&gt;[ 101 ] girls name: WENDY!&lt;br /&gt;[ 102 ] mall: Parkway! =D&lt;br /&gt;[ 103 ] video game: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 105 ] board game: monopoly!&lt;br /&gt;[ 106 ] computer game: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 107 ] car: something hot and fast.&lt;br /&gt;[ 108 ] music video: none right now&lt;br /&gt;[ 109 ] swear word: I censor myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ 110 ] word: heyy&lt;br /&gt;[ 111 ] month: February&lt;br /&gt;[ 112 ] cartoon character: Wendy from Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;[ 113 ] scary movie: jap ones&lt;br /&gt;[ 114 ] team: none&lt;br /&gt;[ 115 ] possession: purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 116 ] eminem: ass like that&lt;br /&gt;[ 117 ] dog: randy jackson&lt;br /&gt;[ 118 ] hot: singapore&lt;br /&gt;[ 119 ] britney spears: slut who can't sing&lt;br /&gt;[ 120 ] nsync: justin's afro. that was gross.&lt;br /&gt;[ 121 ] real world: mtv.&lt;br /&gt;[ 122 ] orange: juice&lt;br /&gt;[ 123 ] choice: made?&lt;br /&gt;[ 124 ] fuck: me. XD&lt;br /&gt;[ 125 ] bisexual: interesting choice.&lt;br /&gt;[ 126 ] black: short skirt.&lt;br /&gt;[ 127 ] icq: rapes&lt;br /&gt;[ 128 ] insane clown posse: Levan.&lt;br /&gt;[ 129 ] linkin park: so over&lt;br /&gt;[ 130 ] jack: guys&lt;br /&gt;[ 131 ] rainbow: are pretty&lt;br /&gt;[ 132 ] cherry: maschino!&lt;br /&gt;[ 133 ] cucumber: eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ 134 ] shark: tale&lt;br /&gt;[ 135 ] lifehouse: you and me&lt;br /&gt;[ 136 ] bat: girl!&lt;br /&gt;[ 137 ] leather: whip&lt;br /&gt;[ 138 ] whip: shuuuucks.&lt;br /&gt;[ 139 ] america: fattening&lt;br /&gt;[ 140 ] water: is transparent and cheap&lt;br /&gt;[ 141 ] volcano: hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : This or that (YOU MUST ANSWER!!): .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 142 ] rock or rap: both&lt;br /&gt;[ 143 ] rock or pop: Rock&lt;br /&gt;[ 144 ] rock or R&amp;B: Rock&lt;br /&gt;[ 145 ] rock or metal: Rock&lt;br /&gt;[ 146 ] rap or pop: Rap&lt;br /&gt;[ 147 ] rap or r&amp;b: Rap&lt;br /&gt;[ 148 ] rap or metal: Rap&lt;br /&gt;[ 149 ] pop or r&amp;amp;b: R&amp;B&lt;br /&gt;[ 150 ] pop or metal: Pop&lt;br /&gt;[ 151 ] r&amp;amp;b or metal: R&amp;B&lt;br /&gt;[ 152 ] linkin park or limp bizkit: Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;[ 153 ] tool or korn: tool&lt;br /&gt;[ 154 ] selena or jennifer lopez: Selena&lt;br /&gt;[ 155 ] hot or cold: Cold&lt;br /&gt;[ 156 ] winter or summer: Winter&lt;br /&gt;[ 157 ] spring or fall: Fall&lt;br /&gt;[ 158 ] shakira or britney: Shakira&lt;br /&gt;[ 159 ] icp or eminem: Eminem&lt;br /&gt;[ 160 ] marilyn manson or rob zombie: Neither&lt;br /&gt;[ 161 ] kittie or garbage: Garbage&lt;br /&gt;[ 162 ] mtv or vh1: MTV&lt;br /&gt;[ 163 ] buffy or angel: Buffy&lt;br /&gt;[ 164 ] dawson's creek or gilmore girls: Gilmore Ggirls!&lt;br /&gt;[ 165 ] football or basketball: football&lt;br /&gt;[ 166 ] summer olympics or winter olympics: winter&lt;br /&gt;[ 167 ] skiing or snowboarding: Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[ 168 ] rollarblading or skateboarding: Skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;[ 169 ] black or white: Black&lt;br /&gt;[ 170 ] orange or red: Red&lt;br /&gt;[ 171 ] yellow or green: Green&lt;br /&gt;[ 172 ] purple or pink: Pink&lt;br /&gt;[ 173 ] slipknot or mudvayne: Neither&lt;br /&gt;[ 174 ] hot topic or pac sun: Pac Sun&lt;br /&gt;[ 175 ] inside or outside: Both&lt;br /&gt;[ 176 ] weed or alcohol: Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[ 177 ] cell phone or pager: Cell&lt;br /&gt;[ 178 ] pen or pencil: Pencil&lt;br /&gt;[ 179 ] powerpuff girls or charlie's angels: Charlie's Angels&lt;br /&gt;[ 180 ] scooby doo or dino: Scooby!&lt;br /&gt;[ 181 ] dragon ball z or pokemon: Pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;[ 182 ] star wars or star trek: Star Wars !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ 183 ] tattoos or piercings: piercings&lt;br /&gt;[ 185 ] slut or whore: both! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Private life : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 186 ] do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: No&lt;br /&gt;[ 187 ] do you have a crush: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 188 ] do you love anyone right now: No&lt;br /&gt;[ 189 ] have you ever been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 190 ] how many people of you kissed: Quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;[ 191 ] who was your first kiss: My mom.&lt;br /&gt;[ 192 ] how many hearts of have you broken: like 14. &gt;.&lt; Possibly more that I don't know of. [ 193 ] how many people broke your heart: One.&lt;br /&gt;[ 194 ] best quote to sum up love: BLARGH.&lt;br /&gt;[ 195 ] so what is your bf/gf/crush like: smart, athletic, very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;[ 196 ] do you have a picture of him/her: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ 197 ] please post it if you do: HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;[ 198 ] do you have a picture of yourself: OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;[ 199 ] please post it if you do: NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;[ 200 ] do you go by looks or personality: Personality&lt;br /&gt;[ 201 ] ever kiss a friend: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[ 202 ] are you still friends: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ 203 ] so moving along..do you smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 204 ] do you smoke weed: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 205 ] ever trip on acid: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 206 ] how about a little x: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 207 ] crack, heroin, anything else: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 208 ] beer good or beer bad: bad bad bad&lt;br /&gt;[ 209 ] are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: i love wine&lt;br /&gt;[ 210 ] do you like smirnoff ice: nope&lt;br /&gt;[ 211 ] prefer beer or liquor: liquor&lt;br /&gt;[ 212 ] what kind of cigarettes do you smoke: I don't&lt;br /&gt;[ 213 ] are you a virgin: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 214 ] if no, when was the last time you got some: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Would you ever : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 215 ] bungee jump: maybe&lt;br /&gt;[ 216 ] sky dive: maybe&lt;br /&gt;[ 217 ] swim with dolphins: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 218 ] scuba dive: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 219 ] go rock climbing: sure&lt;br /&gt;[ 220 ] eat shit for $1,000,000: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 221 ] turn your back on your friends for personal gain: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 222 ] steal a friend's boyfriend/girlfriend: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 224 ] lie to the police: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 225 ] run from the police: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 226 ] lie to your parents: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 227 ] walk up to a stranger and kiss them: if he was hot enough&lt;br /&gt;[ 228 ] be an exotic dancer: depends on the pay&lt;br /&gt;[ 229 ] walk out of a restaurant without paying: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 230 ] streak: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Your friends : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 231 ] best friend: now? Sar &amp; Nad.&lt;br /&gt;[ 232 ] known longest: Nadia Samdin&lt;br /&gt;[ 233 ] wish you talked to more: Quite a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;[ 234 ] wish you saw more: Almost everyone!&lt;br /&gt;[ 235 ] how many friends do you think you have: Quite a few&lt;br /&gt;[ 237 ] who can you stay around forever and never get sick of: uh. Nick. All my good friends! &lt;br /&gt;[ 238 ] ever lose a good friend because you took it to the 'next level': Nope&lt;br /&gt;[ 239 ] craziest: All my friends are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;[ 240 ] loudest: Nadiah!&lt;br /&gt;[ 241 ] shyest: A few of them&lt;br /&gt;[ 242 ] best hair: Some guys. Some girls.&lt;br /&gt;[ 243 ] can always make you laugh: Sar! Nad! Nick! Shengwei! All of them!&lt;br /&gt;[ 246 ] most athletic: Sar? Jack? Bharat?&lt;br /&gt;[ 247 ] sex symbol: um.&lt;br /&gt;[ 250 ] shortest: NADIAH! XD But Mas is a close competitor! =D&lt;br /&gt;[ 251 ] tallest: my cousin Mark. (195cm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[ 252 ] talented: All of them&lt;br /&gt;[ 253 ] best singer: Sar&lt;br /&gt;[ 254 ] skinniest: uh. Zi Ye!&lt;br /&gt;[ 255 ] nicest: All of them!&lt;br /&gt;[ 256 ] best personality: ME! haha all of them!&lt;br /&gt;[ 257 ] biggest drug user: no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Have you ever : .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ 259 ] told the person you liked how you felt: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ 260 ] been to michigan: iono&lt;br /&gt;[ 261 ] gotten really REALLY wasted: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 262 ] gone to jail or juvi: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 263 ] skateboarded: tried&lt;br /&gt;[ 264 ] skinny dipped: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 265 ] stolen anything: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ 266 ] wanted to kick my ass for making this so long: YES&lt;br /&gt;[ 267 ] kicked someone's ass: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 268 ] pegged someone in the head with a snowball: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 269 ] broke a beer bottle: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 270 ] gotten into a bar, under-aged: of course&lt;br /&gt;[ 271 ] kissed someone of the same sex: not on the lips&lt;br /&gt;[ 275 ] been to a concert: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 276 ] been to another country: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 277 ] talked back to an adult: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 278 ] got pulled over: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 279 ] got in a car accident: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 280 ] broke a law: a few. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 281 ] given money to a homeless person: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 282 ] tried to kill yourself: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 283 ] cried to get out of trouble: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 284 ] kissed a friend's brother or sister: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 285 ] kissed a brother or sister's friend: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 286 ] dropped something on the floor that you were cooking and let someone eat it anyways: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Opinions : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 287 ] what do you think about pop music: I like it&lt;br /&gt;[ 288 ] about boy bands: Love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;[ 289 ] about flag burning: disrespectful. but very symbolic.&lt;br /&gt;[ 290 ] of the war on terrorists: violent&lt;br /&gt;[ 292 ] about people who try to force their opinions on you: shuddup stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ 293 ] about abortion: pro-choice&lt;br /&gt;[ 294 ] about rock/metal music: rock is good. metal is bad.&lt;br /&gt;[ 295 ] where do you think you'll be in 10 years: working hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;[ 296 ] who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: uh. honestly. iono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : What did you do : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 297 ] last birthday: movie with Sar and Clare&lt;br /&gt;[ 298 ] yesterday: Go to school, go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;[ 299 ] last weekend: Shop, eat.&lt;br /&gt;[ 300 ] christmas: Sail.&lt;br /&gt;[ 301 ] thanksgiving: Go to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ 302 ] new year's eve: Lie in bed sick&lt;br /&gt;[ 303 ] halloween: Go to school&lt;br /&gt;[ 304 ] easter: Go to school&lt;br /&gt;[ 305 ] valentine's day: Mope that I can't have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : the last : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 306 ] thing you ate: dinner&lt;br /&gt;[ 307 ] thing you drank: water&lt;br /&gt;[ 308 ] thing you wore: shorts and a tank top&lt;br /&gt;[ 309 ] place you went: NAC with Shengwei&lt;br /&gt;[ 310 ] thing you got pierced/tattooed: That airbrush tattoo on my hip! =)&lt;br /&gt;[ 311 ] person you saw: dad&lt;br /&gt;[ 312 ] person you kissed: heh. someone famous.&lt;br /&gt;[ 313 ] person you fucked: noone&lt;br /&gt;[ 314 ] person you talked to: dad&lt;br /&gt;[ 315 ] song you heard: Lips of an Angel - Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Now : .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ 316 ] what are you eating: nothing&lt;br /&gt;[ 317 ] what are you drinking: nothing&lt;br /&gt;[ 318 ] what are you wearing: shorts and tee&lt;br /&gt;[ 319 ] any shoes on: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 320 ] hair: falling all over my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;[ 321 ] listening to: Not Pretty Enough - Kasey Chambers&lt;br /&gt;[ 322 ] talking to anyone: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[ 323 ] are you pissed i made this so long: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Yes or no : .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ 324 ] are you a vegetarian: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 325 ] do you like cows: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ 326 ] are you a bitch: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 327 ] are you artistic: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 328 ] do you write poetry: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 329 ] are you a fast runner: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 330 ] can you ski: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 331 ] are you british: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 332 ] do you want to spear britney: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 333 ] do the voices talk to you: sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;[ 334 ] did you ever give barbie a haircut: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 335 ] would you eat mac &amp;cheese with hot dogs in it: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 336 ] do you think disney creators were on acid when they made 'alice in wonderland': yep&lt;br /&gt;[ 337 ] are you straight: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 338 ] are you 1/2stupid, 1/4insane, and another 1/4physically handicapped: uh.no.&lt;br /&gt;[ 339 ] are you fat: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 340 ] are you skinny: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 341 ] are you short: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 342 ] are you tall: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 343 ] do you own a hot pink shirt: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ 344 ] how about orange pants: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 345 ] can you see the flying monkeys: YES&lt;br /&gt;[ 346 ] are you evil: maybe&lt;br /&gt;[ 347 ] did you ever know someone who had a mullet: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 351 ] do you like marilyn manson: no&lt;br /&gt;[ 352 ] are you secretly from another planet: of course&lt;br /&gt;[ 354 ] do you shop at hot topic: i have stuff from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. : Random questions : .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ .355. ] if you could be any animal, what would you be: DOLPHIN. or a HORSE. or a Cat.&lt;br /&gt;[ .356. ] if you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be: CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;[ .357. ] do you remember any of your dreams: a few&lt;br /&gt;[ .358. ] do you dream in color or black and white: color&lt;br /&gt;[ .359. ] do you admit when you need help with a problem: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ .360. ] can people read you like a book: ask them&lt;br /&gt;[ .361. ] what's your biggest fear: dono&lt;br /&gt;[ .362. ] do you talk a lot: with good friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[ .364. ] do you like spiders: hell no&lt;br /&gt;[ .365. ] how about grape kool-aid: no&lt;br /&gt;[ .366. ] can you drive: no&lt;br /&gt;[ .367. ] are you spoiled: yes&lt;br /&gt;[ .368. ] are you anti-social: not at all&lt;br /&gt;[ .369. ] do you see dumb people: ...&lt;br /&gt;[ .371. ] any last words: I love hugs. =)&lt;br /&gt;[ .372. ] now that this is over, what are you going to do: wouldn't you want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113802080450818067?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113802080450818067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Caught in between</title><content type='html'>Wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Watching the cars go by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's close to fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Matching me word for word&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me stranded&lt;br /&gt;Flying high like the birds&lt;br /&gt;Pinch me please&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, please&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes dragging across my body&lt;br /&gt;Pain searing deep&lt;br /&gt;Caught in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113457367020893484?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113457367020893484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113457367020893484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113457367020893484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113457367020893484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/12/caught-in-between-poem-by-wendy.html' title='Caught in between'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113405208908952378</id><published>2005-12-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:36:49.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Work by Wendy'/><title type='text'>The world goes on by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Glancing out the bus window, she notices an old man with downy white hair covering his balding head sitting at the bus stop. Acting nonchalent, his eyes flit around, checking if anyone is near. He then raises his pinky finger, shoves it into his nostril, and pulling it out again an instant later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The bus moves on, her head rests on her palm. A bird quizzically pecks at the plastic NTUC bag covering the large jack fruit hanging heavily from the swooping branch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She shifts in her seat, stretching her legs, feeling very much like a feline, then folding them up. She looks around the bus, the bus is crowded, but not too. She hunches her spine ever so slightly. Her shoulders seem to sag, her head droops by milimetres. It's as if she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Her head lifts,&lt;br /&gt;and the world goes on by.&lt;/span&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/7392791-113405208908952378?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113405208908952378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113405208908952378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113405208908952378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113405208908952378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-goes-on-by.html' title='The world goes on by'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113388768600906617</id><published>2005-12-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:42:19.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Inducing the Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sitting there&lt;br /&gt;watching the door&lt;br /&gt;the blinds swing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;there's no feeling left to be felt&lt;br /&gt;don't leave&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the sky to turn purple&lt;br /&gt;kneeling there&lt;br /&gt;grasping for the edge&lt;br /&gt;clutching the breaths&lt;br /&gt;whispering wishes fighting for sound&lt;br /&gt;i try and try&lt;br /&gt;tears crawling past the dusty surface&lt;br /&gt;swirling curtains&lt;br /&gt;inducing the melancholy&lt;br /&gt;please come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113388768600906617?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113388768600906617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113388768600906617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113388768600906617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;smashing the windows&lt;br /&gt;warring with the lights&lt;br /&gt;mocking the curtains&lt;br /&gt;shooting the tables&lt;br /&gt;wrecking the chairs&lt;br /&gt;slitting the wires&lt;br /&gt;and it all falls DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113386520277226170?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113386520277226170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113386520277226170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113386520277226170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113386520277226170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/12/destruction-poem-by-wendy.html' title='Destruction'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113203918926889589</id><published>2005-11-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:06:32.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>From father to son</title><content type='html'>Dear son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that you see me old and I am already not,&lt;br /&gt;Have patience and try to understand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get dirty when eating...&lt;br /&gt;If I can not dress...&lt;br /&gt;Have patience.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, when I speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;I repeat the same things thousand and one times...&lt;br /&gt;Do not interrupt me...&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were small,&lt;br /&gt;I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do not want to have a shower,&lt;br /&gt;Neither shame me nor scold me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I invented,&lt;br /&gt;In order to get  you to bathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my ignorance on new technologies…&lt;br /&gt;Give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught you how to do so many things...&lt;br /&gt;To eat good, to dress well...&lt;br /&gt;To confront life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at some moment I lose the memory or the thread of our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Let me have the necessary time to remember...&lt;br /&gt;And if I cannot do it, do not become nervous...&lt;br /&gt;As the most important thing is not my conversation&lt;br /&gt;But surely to be with you and to have you listening to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I do not want to eat,&lt;br /&gt;Do not force me.&lt;br /&gt;I know well when I need to and when not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my tired legs do not allow me walk...&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand...&lt;br /&gt;The same way I did when you gave your first steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when someday I say to you that I do not want to live any more...&lt;br /&gt;That I want to die...&lt;br /&gt;Do not get angry...&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will discover that,&lt;br /&gt;Despite my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted the best thing for you&lt;br /&gt;And that I tried to prepare the way for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;Angry or impotent for seeing me near you.&lt;br /&gt;You must be next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;And to help me as I did it when you started living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to walk...&lt;br /&gt;Help me to end my way with love and patience.&lt;br /&gt;I will pay you by a smile&lt;br /&gt;And by the immense love I have had always for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113203918926889589?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113203918926889589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113203918926889589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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This is uber depressing. I'm looking at all my older entries on my other blog. And talking to Sar. Reminiscing. I depress myself. I honestly hate changing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima miss 1E'05 so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima miss sitting next to Sar, with Nadiah and Eugene right behind me. Ima miss having Sar helping me with my math, cos I never get it. Ima miss doodling and writing nonsense on postcards and postits with Sar. Ima miss falling asleep on my window seat with Sar waking me up later. Ima miss talking back to Mr. Tan with Sar. Ima miss bitching with Sar. Ima miss gossiping with Sar. Ima miss dissing people with Sar. Ima miss just talking to Sar all the time cos she sat beside me. Ima miss eating Subway in the library while waiting for Nad to finish her Malay class so we could all go for our integrated subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima miss talking to Nad. Ima miss doing stuff on the couch with Nad. Ima miss being super hyper with Nad. Ima miss posing with the pole with Nad. Ima miss camwhoring with Nad. Ima miss you teasing me mucho about Zafir. (So untrue) Ima miss bitching with Nad. Ima miss gossiping with Nad. Ima miss playing with the rabbit with Nad. Ima miss the time we had at KFC when you went &lt;a href="http://popgurl99.diaryland.com/050706_43.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm leaking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ima miss playing I never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima miss all 3 of us teasing Eugene and laughing. Ima miss going for the VS EMD with Sar and Nad. Ima miss the fun time we had at the TA fun night. Ima miss stoning in classes. Ima miss the times when all 3 of us get so high. Ima miss when all of us washed the rabbit cage for the first time. Ima miss all 3 of us being period sisters. Ima miss the times when we took jumping shots with Syak and Jane. Ima miss acting out Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Merchant of Venice&lt;/em&gt; with Nad, Sar, Eugene, Isaac, and Kenneth. "Oh Bassanio! You would go through torture for me?! You must &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; me!" Ima miss just hanging out after school complaining about the whole day. Ima miss college clean up. Ima miss dancing in class to &lt;em&gt;Blow&lt;/em&gt; (by Parkin' Lot Pimp). Ima miss our CG lunches with Canadian Pizza, and Syak calling up that pizza guy to flirt and get free drinks. Ima miss all of us grumbling whenever we had to run for PE in the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at all the photographs of us. And it makes me sad. That we'll never come together as a class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I only know how to depress myself. I need to talk to someone. Like in person. And I need hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113197871246363769?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113197871246363769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113197871246363769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113197871246363769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113197871246363769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/depressing-entry-about-1e05.html' title='the depressing entry about 1e&apos;05'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113176629250947591</id><published>2005-11-12T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:42:52.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>colours;&lt;br /&gt;are like the wind &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;washing&lt;/span&gt; over your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;alongside&lt;/span&gt; the sandy tasting ocean&lt;br /&gt;bringing the giddiness of the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;wandering&lt;/span&gt; sky&lt;br /&gt;running in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fields&lt;br /&gt;filled not with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;top heavy&lt;/span&gt; flowers&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;stumbling &lt;/span&gt;on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;tripping over the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;earthworms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; the shooting weeds&lt;br /&gt;formulating their next&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; younglings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowing past the&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; misty&lt;/span&gt; swamp thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;marching&lt;/span&gt; under the flying fleeing fish&lt;br /&gt;gaining on the downhill &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; glee&lt;br /&gt;colours are you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113176629250947591?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113176629250947591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113176629250947591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113176629250947591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113176629250947591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/colours-poem-by-wendy.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392791.post-113137594042117252</id><published>2005-11-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:41:09.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem by Wendy.'/><title type='text'>Shyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;exploring the depths&lt;br /&gt;slowly entering&lt;br /&gt;be gentle please&lt;br /&gt;the flushing&lt;br /&gt;the blushing&lt;br /&gt;rumpled cloth&lt;br /&gt;resting on the floor&lt;br /&gt;passion overflowing&lt;br /&gt;bursting the barriers&lt;br /&gt;the shyness of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392791-113137594042117252?l=popgurl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113137594042117252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7392791&amp;postID=113137594042117252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113137594042117252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392791/posts/default/113137594042117252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popgurl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/shyness-poem-by-wendy.html' title='Shyness'/><author><name>Wendy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2w5tPbInxcI/R8g51Ih6hlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F5gk52deAQg/S220/CNY08+daytwo+(23).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
