<?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-31340415</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:15:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>message in a bottle</title><subtitle type='html'>drink up!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3789112906945228022</id><published>2007-09-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:39:41.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-my-god</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[hmmm...interesting...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today you discover a new type of romance. Evaluate whether you want to pursue  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Connections can happen in unlikely places -- and with unlikely people. Today,  in circumstances beyond your control, you may find yourself talking to someone  you never would have considered talking to before -- and it could lead to a new  type of romance. You possess a magnetism that will only grow in the coming  weeks. Take people seriously when they flirt with you, and give them a chance to  show you what they can do. There is a real value in giving people the benefit of  the doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3789112906945228022?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3789112906945228022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3789112906945228022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3789112906945228022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3789112906945228022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-god.html' title='oh-my-god'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6311513480877496802</id><published>2007-09-27T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:38:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I packed my dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Living in a shell&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from  myself&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Thought I reached the  end&lt;br /&gt;But baby that was then&lt;br /&gt;Coz I am made of more than my yesterdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my now&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathing in the moment&lt;br /&gt;As I look around&lt;br /&gt;I  can’t believe the love I see&lt;br /&gt;My fears behind me&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the shadows and  doubts&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;This is my now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have the courage&lt;br /&gt;like never before&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I’ll settle for  less&lt;br /&gt;But I’m ready for more&lt;br /&gt;Ready for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my now&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathing in the moment&lt;br /&gt;As I look around&lt;br /&gt;I  can’t believe the love I see&lt;br /&gt;My fears behind me&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the shadows and  doubt&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;This is my now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my now&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathing in the moment&lt;br /&gt;As I look around&lt;br /&gt;I  can’t believe the love I see&lt;br /&gt;My fears behind me&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the shadows and  doubt&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;This is my now&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/31340415-6311513480877496802?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6311513480877496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6311513480877496802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6311513480877496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6311513480877496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-now.html' title='this is my now'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8236660045977238904</id><published>2007-09-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:03:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bandaid over my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[I still believe in love...still believe that somewhere out there, he is waiting for me...someone special who would take care of my heart....this song captured what made me hold on for 3 years, despite everything...i know i'll get to feel this again, now with the right person who would make the scars feel like it was never there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see You Smile by 112&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I'd ever make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through this  world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;without having you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wouldn't have a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And sometimes it  seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like this world's closing in on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there's no way of breaking  free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I see you reach for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wanna give  in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wanna quit the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;AND then i see you baby-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;everything's  alright-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  can face the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh you know I can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  see a ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I see it shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;right through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I  see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby when I see you smile at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby there's nothing in this world that could ever do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the touch of  your hand can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like nothing that I ever knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when the  rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause you're here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND ONE  LOOK AT YOU BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all I'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all I'll ever need  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can face the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh you know that I can  do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see a ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I see it  shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;right through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby when I  see you smile at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wanna  give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wanna quit the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then one look at you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and  everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's all  right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can face the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh you  know I can do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I see a ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I  see it shining right through the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can  face the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh you know that I can do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I see you  smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby when I see you smile at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i see you smile..  smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aaaattt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8236660045977238904?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8236660045977238904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8236660045977238904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8236660045977238904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8236660045977238904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/09/bandaid-over-my-heart.html' title='a bandaid over my heart'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5710119884834366652</id><published>2007-09-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:15:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a must-read on falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[Thanks Moja for this link....everything makes even more sense...see you soon!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a mystery how it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a mystery when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just as life is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what happened. But there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You need to know this about love, and to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You need to treat what it brings you with kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don’t love her, feel honoured that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you fall in love with another, and she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. This is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead becomes someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it choose to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you keep your heart open, it will come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nerburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Kent&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Letters To My Son&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/31340415-5710119884834366652?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5710119884834366652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5710119884834366652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5710119884834366652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5710119884834366652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/09/must-read-on-falling-in-love.html' title='a must-read on falling in love'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8268897217879078443</id><published>2007-09-04T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:28:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i a survivor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this post while bopping my head to the tune of "Because of You" by Ne-yo.  Sometimes, I become so grateful to music.  I feel I'm getting better every minute dancing along songs like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay now.  Somehow.  Have exhausted all tears from my body from the shit hole I went through for almost 2 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shit, shit, shit hole I will not allow anyone to put me through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so many lessons.  I know I'm not there yet.  I still have a long way to go.  Still have a lot to learn and realize.  But at least I know I am learning.  I have to.  Or else, I won't get out of here.  I know I am more than that.  And now I can somehow say, I am quite ready to move on with my life that he paused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Got so wrecked in the whole process.  I truly, honestly thought I will never get out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally close to dying.  And I'm putting that on record.  My mind and body already died at that time. The pain was just too much.  It was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too unbearable for someone who's one fault is loving a person with all she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am getting happy again.  Thanks to all the angels surrounding me and who never left my side.  Who never doubted my strength even if I know I have none left already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates, whom I am starting a new adventure with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings I will never, ever trade for anything else.  That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so looking forward to my despedida.  Can't wait for my life to start again.  Thanks Jojay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8268897217879078443?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8268897217879078443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8268897217879078443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8268897217879078443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8268897217879078443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-survivor.html' title='am i a survivor?'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7510544011103003248</id><published>2007-08-31T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:03:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't love you no more (i'm sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by craig david&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't figure out the reason why  lately you've been acting so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(didn't you say) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If there's a problem  we should work it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like  you don't even wanna talk to me girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(tell me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ok I know I was late  again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I made you mad and then it's throwing the pan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but why are you  making this drag on so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(i wanna know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of this  silly games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(silly games) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;don't figure that I'm the only one here to  blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's not me here who's been going round slamming doors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's when  you turned and said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just  don't love you no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feeling like a fool cause I let  you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now it's, too late, to turn it around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I  made you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you made it clear  when you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just don't love you no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know  that I made a few mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but never thought that things would turn out this  way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cause I'm missing something now that your gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I see it all so  clearly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me at the door with you inner state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(inner state) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;giving my  reasons but as you look away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's  when you turned and said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I  just don't love you no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring  down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feeling like a fool cause  I let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now it's, too late, to turn it around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry for the  tears I made you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you made it  clear when you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just don't love you no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't  say those words it's so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;they turn my whole world upside down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;girl  you caught me completely off guard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;on the night you said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just  don't love you more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feeling like a fool cause I let  you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now it's, too late, to turn it around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I  made you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you made it clear  when you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7510544011103003248?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7510544011103003248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7510544011103003248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7510544011103003248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7510544011103003248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry.html' title='don&apos;t love you no more (i&apos;m sorry)'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-792491069901031492</id><published>2007-08-31T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:01:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To be truly thankful about all the blessings in life is indeed God's way of showing one is never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tin for making me "beautiful" again...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tinaelaine.blogspot.com/2007/08/supergirlfriend-to-rescue.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-792491069901031492?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/792491069901031492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=792491069901031492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/792491069901031492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/792491069901031492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-angels.html' title='little angels'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1389033267519292826</id><published>2007-08-16T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:03:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for someone else to come to you is a waste of time. If you want it,  grab it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to stop thinking so long and hard about what you want to say!  Sometimes being spontaneous is the only way you can initiate something new and  exciting. Whether it's introducing yourself to a hottie at the gym or grabbing  the seat next to the big boss at lunch so you can get in some face time, you  need to act now to get what you want. Waiting for someone else to come to you  just isn't going to work right now. If you want it, you have to grab  it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1389033267519292826?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1389033267519292826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1389033267519292826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1389033267519292826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1389033267519292826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-says.html' title='today says...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7525274688164105985</id><published>2007-08-10T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:28:09.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia seeps in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sweetheart!....you're my little secret and thats how we should keep it, its on  everybody's mind about you and I, they think so but they don't really know or  wanna know.... love yah ches!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is this bitch talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7525274688164105985?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7525274688164105985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7525274688164105985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7525274688164105985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7525274688164105985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/paranoia-seeps-in.html' title='paranoia seeps in'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4116358916435746002</id><published>2007-08-10T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:20:54.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuninu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4116358916435746002?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4116358916435746002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4116358916435746002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4116358916435746002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4116358916435746002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/nuninu.html' title='nuninu'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5099178205538209481</id><published>2007-08-10T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:19:21.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"When it comes to relationships, unfortunately you've just got to be a grown-up.  It doesn't mean you can't make mistakes; it doesn't mean you can't be a kid. ...  But when it comes to the work of it, you just have to grow up... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you do  the work&lt;/span&gt;, it provides so much more room to be silly and make mistakes again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Kate Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5099178205538209481?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5099178205538209481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5099178205538209481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5099178205538209481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5099178205538209481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7339463940679139148</id><published>2007-08-10T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:43:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda makes sense..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't take things too personally today -- that's the only way to avoid  conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your clear-minded focus will keep you out of the dirt when people start  slinging mud around today. You don't take things personally, and you understand  more than ever that you cannot control how other people act. Staying objective  will help you stay sane. This is a day to step back from the fray and just watch  the action unfold. There is nothing to gain from getting involved. You know when  your presence is necessary, and today you know it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7339463940679139148?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7339463940679139148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7339463940679139148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7339463940679139148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7339463940679139148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/kinda-makes-sense.html' title='kinda makes sense..'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6633508524019245665</id><published>2007-08-09T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:41:01.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and today it says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Others may overreact to an announcement today, so be ready for some  drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the late afternoon, a rather shocking announcement will stop everyone  in their tracks. And while other people may be overreacting to the situation,  you might be under-reacting -- and you do need to take this seriously. You'll  need to talk things out with people in order for everyone to regain balance and  see things in a productive way. Many egos will get bruised, but you'll be able  to retain the healthy self-image you've worked so hard to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6633508524019245665?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6633508524019245665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6633508524019245665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6633508524019245665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6633508524019245665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-today-it-says.html' title='and today it says...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4268208220328414312</id><published>2007-08-08T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:30:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today they say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The more you are focused on one person, the faster you will build the  relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll have some tunnel vision when it comes to a new relationship today. All  you'll want to think about is how you can get closer to them, solve an issue  with them, or just get them to notice you! The good news is that if you are this  focused on one person, you will definitely get results before the end of the  day. But on the other hand, you'll be depriving some other people of having any  time with you. Just be mindful of the potential imbalance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4268208220328414312?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4268208220328414312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4268208220328414312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4268208220328414312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4268208220328414312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-they-say.html' title='today they say....'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1044362144624569071</id><published>2007-08-08T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:29:16.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I know the people I chose, I know why I chose them and I really thought that I  could change people through loving them enough. It doesn't work that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"And all you women out there who say love can change anything? You know what it  can do? It can get you in a lot of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It is hard to detach overnight," says Judd. "I'm healing in my own time. And so  I do wear my ring. And I think what I'm teaching my kids is, This happened. This  is where Mom is right now. And there's always hope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"My heart does not give up easy in terms of having hope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why are you waiting on other people to make you happy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everything's not all right, but I'm all right with everything. And when you  surrender – that's where I live right now ... in that serenity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Wynonna Judd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1044362144624569071?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1044362144624569071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1044362144624569071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1044362144624569071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1044362144624569071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/gosh.html' title='gosh'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4103799696554191701</id><published>2007-08-07T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:00:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes she finds clarity, things she knows she has to do&lt;br /&gt;But her heart and mind don't always match&lt;br /&gt;Hence her confusion&lt;br /&gt;Which up until today catches her unguarded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender everything to you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thy Will Be Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4103799696554191701?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4103799696554191701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4103799696554191701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4103799696554191701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4103799696554191701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-day-at-time.html' title='one day at a time'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6556874788860750948</id><published>2007-08-07T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:30:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars today says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot always have clarity of thought -- so don't worry if your mind is  fuzzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot always have clarity of thought, so why worry if your mind seems a  bit muddled right now? Any cloudiness you're feeling could be the result of your  own self-preservation techniques. Your mind needs a bit of a vacation, and it's  looking for a few moments during the day when it can switch off and veg out.  Make it easier on yourself by finding that time before the afternoon. Even just  turning off the radio or TV and letting your mind wander will help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;talk about freaky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6556874788860750948?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6556874788860750948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6556874788860750948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6556874788860750948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6556874788860750948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/stars-today-says.html' title='stars today says...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7548554227649049460</id><published>2007-08-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:51:15.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>astro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the stars are most definitely teasing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7548554227649049460?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7548554227649049460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7548554227649049460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7548554227649049460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7548554227649049460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/astro.html' title='astro'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3525222187409574325</id><published>2007-08-06T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:28:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mine says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your communication skills are sharp, and your mind is prepared for a hot  debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a day for you to say what you truly mean -- whether other people are  ready to hear it or not! There should be no candy coating for you, because what  would be the point? Dancing around the truth is a waste of time and a waste of  oxygen. Now more than ever, your communication skills are sharp, and your mind  is prepared for a debate. So step right up to the blowhard who's been spewing  nonsense for so long. You don't have to tolerate it any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3525222187409574325?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3525222187409574325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3525222187409574325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3525222187409574325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3525222187409574325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/mine-says.html' title='mine says...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5817403416395308558</id><published>2007-08-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:24:22.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his horoscope for today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to come out of your shell today -- you'll be much better off if you  do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confidence and you have a very interesting relationship right now. On the  whole, you're in a very confident phase in your life. Not much intimidates you.  But there is one person who does -- and when you're around them you often crawl  into a shy shell to avoid interacting with them. Today, that retreating behavior  has to stop. Due to circumstances beyond your control, you'll have to come out  of that shell -- and you'll be much better off for having done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5817403416395308558?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5817403416395308558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5817403416395308558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5817403416395308558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5817403416395308558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/his-horoscope-for-today.html' title='his horoscope for today....'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1807664706989554619</id><published>2007-08-06T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:55:45.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever the same by rob thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were drawn from the weeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were brave like soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Falling down  under the pale moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You were holding to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a someone  broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just let me  hold you while you're falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just let me hold you and we'll both fall  down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fall on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever with  you forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We would stand in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were  free like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Flowing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Under the warmth of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now it's cold  and we're scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And we've both been shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, look at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Man, this  doesn't need to be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just let me hold you while you're falling  apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fall on me tell me  everything you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the  same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll be there for you and you'll be there for  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You may need me  there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To carry all your weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But you're no burden I assure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You tide  me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With a warmth I'll not forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I can only give you  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever with  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll be there for you and  you'll be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the  same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forever in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever the same(Ever the  same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1807664706989554619?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1807664706989554619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1807664706989554619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1807664706989554619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1807664706989554619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/ever-same-by-rob-thomas.html' title='ever the same by rob thomas'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5077804910116265385</id><published>2007-08-06T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:19:43.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOOD:  EASY RIDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always taking life how it comes, and living in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;They don't get fazed by life, they just breeze through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HABITS:  BACK TO BASICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are striving for a simpler life, they do without disposable trends.&lt;br /&gt;-  they are inspired by nature and longetivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN:  THRILLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can make the best out of any situation - always a lot of fun to be around&lt;br /&gt;They love to laugh and have a bit of a naughty side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE:  LOVE BUG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the type to fall in love a thousand of times a day&lt;br /&gt;Their feelings snowball quickly, and they are full of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...is this really me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5077804910116265385?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5077804910116265385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5077804910116265385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5077804910116265385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5077804910116265385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-visual-dna.html' title='my visual DNA'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7117144724897828371</id><published>2007-08-02T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:38:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Although if I should wish to boast, I would not be foolish, for I would be telling the truth. But I refrain, so that no one may think more of me than what he sees in me or hears from me because of the abundance of the revelations. Therefore, that I might not become too elated, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, an angel of Satan, to beat me, to keep me from being too elated." [2 Corinthians 12:6-7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7117144724897828371?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7117144724897828371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7117144724897828371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7117144724897828371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7117144724897828371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/quoted.html' title='quoted'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1906583519107771582</id><published>2007-08-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:26:09.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;little girl lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has always wanted to find true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so she thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all the frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows one day, she'll get to that special place in his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place she has always desired to be in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that day to come that he will look straight into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she will see all the love there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for him to see her in a different light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that of a soul mate, a life partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone he would want to hold forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those little hugs, those little kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would melt all her doubts and fears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for him to lift her up and make her feel proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she was the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they were their choices in their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that time and day to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that radiant smile on his face that makes her whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that kiss she would remember for the rest of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, she's alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering the earth with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1906583519107771582?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1906583519107771582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1906583519107771582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1906583519107771582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1906583519107771582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1930931132124055653</id><published>2007-07-30T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:49:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If pain must come , may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I  need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he  make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waiting is  painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of  suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Coehlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1930931132124055653?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1930931132124055653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1930931132124055653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1930931132124055653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1930931132124055653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/quoted.html' title='quoted'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2773009283185350432</id><published>2007-07-30T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:47:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only he knew this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"We  come to love not by finding a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;but by learning to love an  imperfect person perfectly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hopefully someday, he will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2773009283185350432?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2773009283185350432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2773009283185350432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2773009283185350432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2773009283185350432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-only-he-knew-this.html' title='if only he knew this...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1277175450552143616</id><published>2007-07-27T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:48:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her blog has the best sayings...thanks tin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Implied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I had no right being so uncontent, being so confused, being so not for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're in love with all that you don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It animates your expectations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While convincing myself to believe all the sadness have purpose to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Makes me hate this I had no right " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't have to be perfect to belong in this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't have the answers or always know the right thing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can climb the highest mountain, if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or quietly imagine that you might, someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can take chances or take safety nets, make miracles or make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't hafta be composed at all hours to be strong here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't have to be bold or certain to be brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't have to have all the answers here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or even know who you want to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just take my hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and rest your heart with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1277175450552143616?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1277175450552143616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1277175450552143616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1277175450552143616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1277175450552143616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/her-blog-has-best-sayingsthanks-tin.html' title='her blog has the best sayings...thanks tin...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-158807499765302643</id><published>2007-07-26T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:19:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-158807499765302643?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/158807499765302643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=158807499765302643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/158807499765302643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/158807499765302643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1921530797713451154</id><published>2007-07-26T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:20:31.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah right...easy for you to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it's not the end of the world.  wat wil hapen is up to you.  u can't blame anyone for ur losses. u just have to be open to new possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1921530797713451154?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1921530797713451154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1921530797713451154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1921530797713451154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1921530797713451154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-righteasy-for-you-to-say.html' title='yeah right...easy for you to say...'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2584007326055079179</id><published>2007-07-26T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:45:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sitting alone&lt;br /&gt;In a dark and lonely corner&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;That never stops shouting&lt;br /&gt;How can this happen?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate?&lt;br /&gt;Is it chance?&lt;br /&gt;Is it destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I in the picture?&lt;br /&gt;A ghost&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is no longer breathing&lt;br /&gt;It has lost its will to survive&lt;br /&gt;No more bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Its pain is so heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Are you well?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me too?&lt;br /&gt;Or is my illusion running against time&lt;br /&gt;Taking comfort in my vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I take is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Like every second of air matters more&lt;br /&gt;No more smiles&lt;br /&gt;Across the faces&lt;br /&gt;Just mere sadness and longing-ness&lt;br /&gt;To once again belong to somebody&lt;br /&gt;To be somebody's love&lt;br /&gt;To be somebody's future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cry is of pure despair&lt;br /&gt;Of pure hurt&lt;br /&gt;Pure devastation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I hold on?&lt;br /&gt;To faith?&lt;br /&gt;To hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is faith?&lt;br /&gt;Where is hope?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you also miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Never giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you and I&lt;br /&gt;To be together again soon&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;I will be there soon&lt;br /&gt;Please be there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2584007326055079179?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2584007326055079179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2584007326055079179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2584007326055079179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2584007326055079179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/shadows.html' title='shadows'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-9080979350592193310</id><published>2007-07-26T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:40:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is hell week for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9080979350592193310?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9080979350592193310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9080979350592193310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9080979350592193310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9080979350592193310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3227537825097786341</id><published>2007-07-25T08:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:09:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk and druggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lindsay Lohan Arrested for DUI – Again | Lindsay Lohan" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/news/070806/lindsay_lohan2.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan's mugshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3227537825097786341?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3227537825097786341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3227537825097786341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3227537825097786341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3227537825097786341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/drunk-and-druggie.html' title='drunk and druggie'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7057868046367492403</id><published>2007-07-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:54:39.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how come he gets boyfriends easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Couples Watch: Sacha &amp; Isla, Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer ...| Lance Bass" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/features/insider/070806/lance_bass.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lance Bass with new boy toy, model Pedro Armendares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7057868046367492403?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7057868046367492403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7057868046367492403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7057868046367492403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7057868046367492403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-come-he-gets-boyfriends-easily.html' title='how come he gets boyfriends easily'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7526896983496514822</id><published>2007-07-23T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:10:06.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anthem of our dying day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by story of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The stars will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And this is the moment that  I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pouring my heart  onto these rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's exactly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Exactly  what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of  fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For a second  I wish the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As you gasp for air  tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I  swear I won't miss a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cause I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Never have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From up  here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm here to  sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying  day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would swallow  every inch of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you gasp for air tonight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From up here  the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm here to sing  this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a  thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying  day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And  I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of our  dying!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7526896983496514822?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7526896983496514822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7526896983496514822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7526896983496514822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7526896983496514822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/anthem-of-our-dying-day.html' title='anthem of our dying day'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5277023690790538957</id><published>2007-07-23T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:07:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lips of an angel by hinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;honey why are you calling me so late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's kinda hard to talk right now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;honey why are you crying is everything okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i gotta whisper cause i  can't be too loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, my girls in the next room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes i wish she  was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess we never really moved on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's really good to hear your  voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it sounds so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;coming from the lips of an angel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i never wanna say goodbye  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with the lips of an angel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's funny that you're calling me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and yes i've dreamt of you  too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and does he know you're talking to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will it start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no i  don't think she has a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well my girls in the next room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes i  wish she was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess we never really moved on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's really good to  hear your voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it sounds so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;coming from the lips  of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hearing those wordsa it makes me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i never wanna say  goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with the lips of an  angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it sounds  so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;coming from the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hearing those words it makes  me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i never wanna say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but girl you make it hard to be  faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(and i never wanna say goodbye)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but girl you make it so hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with the lips of an angel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;honey why are you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5277023690790538957?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5277023690790538957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5277023690790538957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5277023690790538957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5277023690790538957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/lips-of-angel-by-hinder.html' title='lips of an angel by hinder'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4988062109759309146</id><published>2007-07-23T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:40:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the goat makes it good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/blog/070723/brownie_clyde_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Newest craze in Hollywood:  LaLoo's Goat's Milk Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes in many different, appetizing flavors for only $8 a pint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;Black Mission Fig&lt;br /&gt;Deep Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Darling&lt;br /&gt;Molasses Tipsycake&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Chiffon&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Spice&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cabernet&lt;br /&gt;Brownie and Clyde Frozen Yogurt - Kate Hudson's fave&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry Frozen Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's only being sold Stateside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit - http://www.goatmilkicecream.com/getsome.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4988062109759309146?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4988062109759309146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4988062109759309146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4988062109759309146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4988062109759309146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/laloos.html' title='the goat makes it good'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7379396374296110622</id><published>2007-07-20T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:27:52.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE THE NAME &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE THE NICKNAME &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.  I HATE IT.  I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7379396374296110622?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7379396374296110622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7379396374296110622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7379396374296110622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7379396374296110622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3939822716821168433</id><published>2007-07-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:29:34.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you feel ultra crappy about a lot of things, the best remedy is getting a physical pain induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good how a pierced hole can do wonders in averting your attention from other more painful things, in its continues throbbing all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did...but then again...nothing compares to what I am feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3939822716821168433?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3939822716821168433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3939822716821168433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3939822716821168433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3939822716821168433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/pierced.html' title='pierced'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7028851611154597392</id><published>2007-07-20T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:32:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she has her dad's eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/people/gallery/0,,20047129_5,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 199px; height: 266px;" alt="DOUBLE DUTY photo | Angelina Jolie" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/gallery/summermoms/angelina_jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7028851611154597392?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7028851611154597392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7028851611154597392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7028851611154597392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7028851611154597392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/has-her-dads-eyes.html' title='she has her dad&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8286291500389316335</id><published>2007-07-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:42:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little suri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/people/gallery/0,,20047129_2,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 286px;" alt="HELLO, MOMMY! photo | Katie Holmes" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/gallery/summermoms/katie_holmes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/31340415-8286291500389316335?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8286291500389316335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8286291500389316335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8286291500389316335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8286291500389316335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-suri.html' title='little suri'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6773392114785044192</id><published>2007-07-20T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:14:54.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks stephie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One Flaw In Women                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women  have strengths that amaze men.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They bear  hardships and they carry burdens,                &lt;br /&gt;but they  hold happiness, love and joy.                  &lt;br /&gt;They  smile when they want to scream.                   &lt;br /&gt;They  sing when they want to cry.                     &lt;br /&gt;They  cry when they are happy                       &lt;br /&gt;and  laugh when they are nervous.                     &lt;br /&gt;They  fight for what they believe in.                   &lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.                        &lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer                    &lt;br /&gt;when  they believe there is a better solution.               &lt;br /&gt;They  go without so their family can have.                 &lt;br /&gt;They go  to the doctor with a frightened friend.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They love unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;.                        &lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel                    &lt;br /&gt;and  cheer when their friends get awards.                 &lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.                           &lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.                  &lt;br /&gt;They  grieve at the loss of a family member,                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yet they are strong when they                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;think there is no strength left.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss                      &lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.                         &lt;br /&gt;Women  come in all shapes, sizes and colors.                &lt;br /&gt;They'll  drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you                &lt;br /&gt;to  show how much they care about you.                   &lt;br /&gt;The heart of a  woman is what makes the world keep turning.        &lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.                      &lt;br /&gt;They  have the compassion and ideas.                    &lt;br /&gt;They  give moral support to their family and friends.                            &lt;br /&gt;Women  have vital things to say and  everything to give.                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE  FLAW IN WOMEN,                  &lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET  THEIR WORTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6773392114785044192?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6773392114785044192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6773392114785044192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8701960003994248574?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8701960003994248574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8701960003994248574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8701960003994248574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8701960003994248574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/schizo.html' title='schizo'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8115307419615565203</id><published>2007-07-16T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:19:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from someone, to be strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If I can endure for this minute&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is happening to me,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how heavy my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Or how dark the moment may be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I can remain calm and quiet&lt;br /&gt;With all the world crashing about me,&lt;br /&gt;Secure in the knowledge God loves me&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else seems to doubt me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I can but keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;What I know in my heart to be true,&lt;br /&gt;That darkness will fade with the morning&lt;br /&gt;And that "this will pass away, too!" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then nothing in life can defeat me&lt;br /&gt;For as long as this knowledge remains&lt;br /&gt;I can suffer whatever is happening&lt;br /&gt;For I know God will break all the chains&lt;br /&gt;That are binding me tight in "the darkness"&lt;br /&gt;And trying to fill me with fear ...&lt;br /&gt;For there is "no night without dawning"&lt;br /&gt;And I know that "my morning" is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8115307419615565203?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8115307419615565203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8115307419615565203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8115307419615565203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8115307419615565203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-someone-to-be-strong.html' title='from someone, to be strong'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2691959536065777247</id><published>2007-07-03T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:12:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="somsg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;just  because your eyes don't mist, doesn't mean your heart doesn't cry&lt;br /&gt;just because you  come out strong doesn't mean there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;often you choose to pretend  you're happy so you don't have to explain yourself to people who'll never  understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2691959536065777247?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2691959536065777247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2691959536065777247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2691959536065777247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2691959536065777247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/excerpt.html' title='excerpt'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5939902645028299042</id><published>2007-07-02T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:53:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girlfriends Join William and Harry at Diana Concert | Prince Harry, Prince William" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/news/070716/prince_william320.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5939902645028299042?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5939902645028299042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5939902645028299042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5939902645028299042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5939902645028299042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-time-flies.html' title='how time flies'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8091974622025325780</id><published>2007-07-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:34:15.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that I hate Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8091974622025325780?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8091974622025325780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8091974622025325780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8091974622025325780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I am blogging away all my frustrations.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm trying to cleanse away my crazy head with all possible scenarios&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm detoxing all the paranoia&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm trying to get to my happy box, unsuccessfully I might add&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm replacing morbid thoughts with bright and happy things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't write, I will have a nutty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be just the hormones but then again, I am psychotic that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurotic is my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9060783529705324697?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9060783529705324697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9060783529705324697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9060783529705324697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9060783529705324697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/scene-stealer.html' title='scene stealer'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-832295391660267008</id><published>2007-06-27T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:56:42.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicole fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="/people/gallery/0,,1210198_20033378,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 315px;" alt="Would You Wear These Trends?" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/trends/070709/nicole_richie300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Absolutely love her...even in her bitchiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-832295391660267008?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/832295391660267008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=832295391660267008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/832295391660267008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/832295391660267008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/nicole-fan.html' title='nicole fan'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5004845694563395011</id><published>2007-06-27T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:57:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till the day that we die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride, its till the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That we die..x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its  real late about a quarter to 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm thinkin of everything we've  become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I hate it, I thought we could make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I'm ready to dead  this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just wanna forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw the pictures n the letters she  sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You had me thinkin you were out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With ya friends, I'm so  foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Played me like I'm stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cuz I thought it was just you and  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I look back on the time that we spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I, see it in my  mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Playin over and over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's pourin down, you got me breakin  down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I just cant figure out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But this is what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When  we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We used to  say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we  die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember what ya used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When  we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Visions in my mind of  the day that we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You showed me things that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Took me  swimin in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You had my head up in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Made me feel like im  floatin..yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the think of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you know its the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nobody else  can do it quite like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All my kisses n my lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aint nobody better then  us..yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I look back on the time that we  spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I, see it in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Playin over and over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's pourin  down, you got me breakin down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I just cant figure out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But this is  what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's  till the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we  ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember what ya  used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that  we die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess its over indeffinatley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But you and I kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's not  that easy to let go of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That we had and start all over  again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just blame yourself cuz you blew it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wont forget how you do  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My sweet baby this is where the game ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, somehow, wanna  believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You and me we can figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride,  we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh boy, I wish that you could hold  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I'm lonely when I need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To talk to, you were phoney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just  like everything you told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's  till the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Boy, you forget about the promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Made me, and  now I let the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fade away, but I rememeber what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You used to  say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember what ya used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we ride, we  ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We ride..when we ride, we  ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's till the day that we die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5004845694563395011?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5004845694563395011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5004845694563395011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5004845694563395011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5004845694563395011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/till-day-that-we-die.html' title='till the day that we die'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4778099735854579132</id><published>2007-06-27T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:27:05.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What can ruin a supposedly perfect vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  rainy weather&lt;br /&gt;-  delayed flights and ferry rides&lt;br /&gt;-  getting your period a few days before the trip&lt;br /&gt;-  arguing with your "friends" due to their claimed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-  knowing that your boyfriend would rather follow their plans rather than the one you made&lt;br /&gt;-  how you can get to be so stupid paying for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4778099735854579132?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4778099735854579132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4778099735854579132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4778099735854579132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4778099735854579132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/bummed-out.html' title='bummed out'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6018159685369777636</id><published>2007-06-27T09:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:29:19.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonewolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being one those souls endlessly roaming the earth, alone and lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6018159685369777636?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6018159685369777636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6018159685369777636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6018159685369777636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6018159685369777636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonewolf.html' title='lonewolf'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4632446867904745968</id><published>2007-06-27T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:36:31.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yep, replaceable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything you own in the box to the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the closet that's  my stuff - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I bought it nigga please don't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And keep talking  that mess, that's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But could you walk and talk at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And  It's my mine name that is on that Jag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So remove your bags let me call you a  cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing in the front yard telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I'm such a fool -  Talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I'll never ever find a man like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got me  twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  could have another you in a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;matter fact he'll be here in a minute -  baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can  have another you by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So don't you ever for a second get to thinking  you're irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So go ahead and get gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And call up on that  chick and see if she is home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't  know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did you think I was putting you out for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause you was  untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rolling her around in the car that I bought you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby you dropped  them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing in the front yard telling  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I am such a fool - Talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I'll never ever find a man  like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got me twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not  know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;matter fact he'll be  here in a minute - baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You  must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will have another you by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So don't you  ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So since I’m not  your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How about I'll be nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nothing at all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baby I  wont shead a tear for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I won't lose a wink of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cause the truth of  the matter is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Replacing you is so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the  left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything  you own in the box to the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't  you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not  know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could have another you in a  minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not  know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can have another you by  tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're  irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;matter fact he'll be be here in a  minute - baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must not know about  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can have another you by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you ever for a second get to  thinking you're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4632446867904745968?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4632446867904745968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4632446867904745968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4632446867904745968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4632446867904745968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/yep-replaceable.html' title='yep, replaceable'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1368045549845583956</id><published>2007-06-26T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:44:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love her dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/blog/070702/mischa_barton_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1368045549845583956?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1368045549845583956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1368045549845583956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1368045549845583956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1368045549845583956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-her-dress.html' title='love her dress!'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2781144930957772646</id><published>2007-06-25T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:05:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urban decay camping kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net//people/i/2007/stylewatch/blog/070702/urban_decay_500x375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2781144930957772646?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2781144930957772646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2781144930957772646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2781144930957772646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2781144930957772646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/urban-decay-camping-kit.html' title='urban decay camping kit'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6463755035863049960</id><published>2007-06-20T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:56:48.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE CAPRICORN   WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A tall slim, cool and quiet woman. Once she is mad   she can be very fierce. She can work better than some men and she is very   high confident woman. In her opinion, woman is not just a flower or   decoration at home or at an office and certainly not the weaker sex who needs   protection. She likes to control and hide her weak emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will never try to change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as   they are. If she does not like someone, she will not comments or criticize   but she will completely ignore that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates plastic and an artificial flower because   it makes her feel that you are not being sincere. She loves real flower and   its scent. She loves a guy who wears after shave cologne. If you are a type   of a guy who wear your jeans one month before washing it, or wear an old   sneaker, then you can forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. She loves to   go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take   her fishing too. She is not as jealous as Aquarius or Leo woman, but do not   cross the line O.K. It's better not to see she gets mad, especially in front   of public when she feels like loosing face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to make up and dress perfectly and very neat, so never rush her for   this matter. She has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a   doctorate degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;care about&lt;/span&gt; you at all. She likes smart people by character   and not by certificate shown. If you cannot show her this quality, go and   take a bus and go to the next stop. She does not like a dreamer who talks   about his dream but never put his hands in action to make it happens. Don't   bother to tell her "everyone is doing it, you should do it too", or   "I think you should do it, it's good for you", because she will do   what she wants to do only. She is a neat and tidy person, so if your   apartment is a &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;pigsty ,&lt;/span&gt; do not take her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go out on a date with her, try to be   presentable such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be your   last date. She is a cool type and will not nag, so it's easy on your ears.   She is a slow but sure type. She will always respect and honor you and will   never try to make you loose your face. If she loves you, she will help you in   anything you do. She likes to help people and expect nothing in return. If   she asks you for a favor and does not get one, she will feel very   disappointed. She has a high hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own   confident than believing in "luck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is your wife, you will have nice and clean   home and gourmet cooking. If your parents visit your house, they will be   pleased. She is a 3 in 1 &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;means ,&lt;/span&gt; a perfect mother, a   perfect housewife, a perfect wife or you could say "happily ever   after".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endearing/positive qualities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to   set and work very hard towards their goals (workaholic and have ability to   stand nights without sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable when in love as due to their over   logical nature, they can’t balance their emotional side and it can deeply   overwhelm them. When they have outburst it may scare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qualities that can drive you a bit crazy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too over friendly that will drive the love partner crazy with jealousy   Suggested ways to show endearment: don’t ever try to tie the person down,   give space  (u see, there are certain people that can be very friendly   with others but they heart only belongs to one person. so don't worry. Because   worry also no point. Once his/her heart is not with you, the person will   definitely leave. No point of holding on, anyway&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Zodiac in which they develop mutual   understanding: Virgo and Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac in which a bit challenging and need more   patience and understanding: Cancer (potentially explosive combination-   I have witnessed far too many that I feel there is a need to forewarn), Aries   and Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6463755035863049960?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6463755035863049960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6463755035863049960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6463755035863049960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6463755035863049960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-me.html' title='so me'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-9091721328997353365</id><published>2007-06-15T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:23:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, as of today, 5 more months and we'll be celebrating our 4th year together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monthsary to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9091721328997353365?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9091721328997353365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9091721328997353365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9091721328997353365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9091721328997353365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/5-more-months.html' title='5 more months'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1900580182240568873</id><published>2007-06-15T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:20:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 235px; height: 177px;" alt="Jail Visit to Paris Left Nicky in Hysterics" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/news/070625/nicky_hilton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nicky Hilton's dress has the same print pattern as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, you fashion critics-wannabes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut your pie hole if you have nothing better to say, comprende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1900580182240568873?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1900580182240568873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1900580182240568873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1900580182240568873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1900580182240568873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6213105254205414703</id><published>2007-06-14T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:13:54.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again, nostalgia rises up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how a feeling of loneliness amidst a floor full of people make you want to run towards the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days had me stressed (again!) over things I should not really be caring about.  Heck if they don't care about it, why should I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an in-your-face, you-owe-me moment but yes, sometimes, you just want to do that for them to realize what they're doing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this isn't my most holy deed but then again, they're men and no gentlemen at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see a man who disses a woman?  Go here and meet them for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it doesn't surprise me since a prime example already is how one of them has treated his martyr of a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bark, no bite kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my closest friend here leaves, I will be stuck eating alone because my so-called friends don't even bother to ask me to join them ever since they step foot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I want to shout at myself.  Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I expect from these guys anyways?  They're so juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't respect their relationships, much less their better halves.  How can you expect they treat a "friend", right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being with my boyfriend.  Even in that hell hole of an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, every end of the day promises a breather with him being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of him in all the craziness makes everything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he is also here with me, saving me from all of these.  All the unnecessary stress, all the stupidity of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I wasn't that helpful, getting "friends" on board and leading better lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have probably been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6213105254205414703?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6213105254205414703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6213105254205414703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6213105254205414703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6213105254205414703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-you-much.html' title='miss you much'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1685875663420725050</id><published>2007-06-13T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:24:36.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's worst than a group of gossipy girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men who does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1685875663420725050?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1685875663420725050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1685875663420725050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1685875663420725050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1685875663420725050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/scenario.html' title='scenario'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4406164532815509065</id><published>2007-06-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:50:28.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love her dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/people/gallery/0,,20042093_9,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 166px; height: 332px;" alt="BACK TO BLONDE photo | Cameron Diaz" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/gallery/cameron_diaz/cameron_diaz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4406164532815509065?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4406164532815509065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4406164532815509065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4406164532815509065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4406164532815509065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/retro-chic.html' title='retro chic'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4051776810872320769</id><published>2007-06-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:30:08.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being highly emotional about a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying to much of what one does, what others may say and what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always walking on eggshells, trying to please and make everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this time, it's going to be about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4051776810872320769?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4051776810872320769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4051776810872320769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4051776810872320769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4051776810872320769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3841924754284941272</id><published>2007-06-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:41:17.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Love is something you work at. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't come easily.&lt;br /&gt;There are going to be bad days.&lt;br /&gt;You are going to have to work at loving someone when they are being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;People think they're just going to meet the perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3841924754284941272?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3841924754284941272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3841924754284941272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3841924754284941272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3841924754284941272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/star-comment_12.html' title='star comment'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7481127958625328144</id><published>2007-06-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:05:37.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>safe and secure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What makes someone secure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the amount of money he gets to accumulate in this lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sound of a hello from a family member who is living far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a comforting hug from a loved one you haven't seen for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that reassuring "i love you" from a partner after every hardship conquered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fame and popularity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a spoken promise of being loved no matter what, whoever and whatever temptation came along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lifetime, in this time now, I don't think there is any way of feeling secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, every time, you encounter something that would shake the ground from beneath you and make you slip, thinking if there's someone who will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, every time, you meet someone who seems fitting in his life, and you feel that unwanted and unsolicited threat of what she is, has and can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you're shot back to the reality that you can only protect your heart from so much, and yet it would still feel pain.  It would still hurt deep, down inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try so hard to fathom the idea that of course not, you are here now.  This is you and him now.  Nothing else can ever take that away, because you won't let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7481127958625328144?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7481127958625328144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7481127958625328144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7481127958625328144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7481127958625328144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/safe-and-secure.html' title='safe and secure'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-685787720029303574</id><published>2007-06-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:56:16.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Next" onclick="if(SF('h')) return h(this,'cm=PhotoGallerySlideShow&amp;ce=5');" href="http://tv.msn.com/movies/weekinphotos?photoidx=10"&gt;&lt;img title="Next" style="border-width: 0px; width: 233px; height: 293px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/WeekInPhotos/20070601/lindsaylohan_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nobody was as wild as Lindsay," he says. "But Nicole came  close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Sometimes Paris Hilton would be there but the most I saw her do  was drink and strip.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"One night Lindsay and Nicole were making trip after trip to the bathroom --  she wouldn't snort in front of me because she knew I'd get mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"But the more wasted they got the less she cared. In the end they carried in  a mirror from the bedroom, laid it on the coffee table and emptied a mountain of  coke onto it. They went at the stuff with straws, hoovering it all up then  piling more on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  Lee Weaver, former Lohan bodyguard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-685787720029303574?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/685787720029303574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=685787720029303574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/685787720029303574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/685787720029303574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-girl-lost.html' title='little girl lost'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-764670260612856576</id><published>2007-06-07T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:03:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Try not to take your time on earth for granted....&lt;br /&gt;Death waits for us all.&lt;br /&gt;The only answer is to get out there and live each day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Bruce Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-764670260612856576?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/764670260612856576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=764670260612856576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/764670260612856576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/764670260612856576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/star-comment.html' title='star comment'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-9058834956638843580</id><published>2007-06-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:04:07.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://www.sla.purdue.edu/people/engl/blackmon/blog/boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This David and Goliath brand and label is really funny!  I am so hooked on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their witty tags and semantics, you won't feel the truth behind the humor unless you've experienced it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say today for instance, I noticed a group of guys huddling and giggling like pre-schoolers obviously giddy over a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think they claim they are very much devoted to their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the bullshit guys.  Who are you convincing?  Us girls or yourselves?  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our eyes closed, we can feel when a man is not entirely saying the truth.  The frustrating part is how guys can make it seem like its a proud thing to say when they're not living testaments to it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, 90% of the guys I know who have girlfriends look at other girls as if they're single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% of these guys even has the nerve to profess having this huge crush over a girl - a team mate, office mate or whatever the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, they don't tell the truth and even if they do, it's too late for us to believe them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just hoping against hope that when the time comes and it's the reverse, these guys would learn how hard it is to trust someone who does not even have the decency to say the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of a girl's instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know when a stupid team mate gets too close for comfort with our boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know when a lame excuse for a drinking sessions involves stupid and flirtatious girls (who, by the way, has nothing better to do with their lame lives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know when a stupid girl who wants to look innocent is the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know when our boyfriend went out and had fun with some random girls we haven't met before, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just know.  So stop pretending like we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9058834956638843580?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9058834956638843580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9058834956638843580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9058834956638843580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9058834956638843580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumbass.html' title='dumbass'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7801898036384811381</id><published>2007-06-05T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:59:47.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want this get-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/people/gallery/0,,20040743_9,00.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 298px;" alt="MADE IN THE SHADE photo | Ashlee Simpson" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/startracks/070611/ashlee_simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7801898036384811381?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7801898036384811381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7801898036384811381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7801898036384811381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7801898036384811381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-this-get-up_05.html' title='i want this get-up'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4459031288895306308</id><published>2007-06-05T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:37:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got you thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;From Tampupot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who should be blamed when a leaf falls from a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the wind that blew it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the tree that let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the leaf who grew tired of holding on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4459031288895306308?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4459031288895306308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4459031288895306308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4459031288895306308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4459031288895306308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-you-thinking.html' title='got you thinking'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5739317718754286251</id><published>2007-06-04T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:35:46.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS9vxreOYI/AAAAAAAAABs/oPfY_TJILM4/s1600-h/gbkicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS9vxreOYI/AAAAAAAAABs/oPfY_TJILM4/s320/gbkicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387708813195650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS9mRreOXI/AAAAAAAAABk/d5Z2-ebKDRo/s1600-h/paranoidicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS9mRreOXI/AAAAAAAAABk/d5Z2-ebKDRo/s320/paranoidicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387545604438386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS4PBreOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/xk1Uw46WoC0/s1600-h/junkeesicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS4PBreOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/xk1Uw46WoC0/s320/junkeesicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072381648614340962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LEAN%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LEAN%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5739317718754286251?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5739317718754286251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5739317718754286251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5739317718754286251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5739317718754286251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/gang.html' title='cuties'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RmS9vxreOYI/AAAAAAAAABs/oPfY_TJILM4/s72-c/gbkicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6985196617034583827</id><published>2007-06-04T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:10:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>david and goliath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my love affair with David and Goliath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 227px;" src="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/dandg_4.jpg" /&gt;                                    &lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.webundies.com/images/dgslip04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://www.sla.purdue.edu/people/engl/blackmon/blog/boys.jpg" /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.spoiled-rotten.dk/files/D&amp;G/DG-boysaredumb-graphik-detalj.jpg" /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ATA/24733dg_b%7EDavid-and-Goliath-Boyfriend-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/shop/images/tees6/small/1844.jpg" /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.chanray.co.uk/Shop/Images/David%20&amp;%20Goliath/4819_1L_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chanray.co.uk/Shop/Images/David%20&amp;amp;%20Goliath/4810_1L_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6985196617034583827?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6985196617034583827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6985196617034583827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6985196617034583827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6985196617034583827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/david-and-goliath.html' title='david and goliath'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-9153026357615386691</id><published>2007-06-04T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:13:04.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>setting in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;does it really come a time when you feel as if a person does not really need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether it be in his life, as his love, or in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just the setting in of paranoia, becoming this bi-polared person not knowing minute after minute of what you're feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this valid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just plain crazy and unnecessary to think and feel about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it okay to ask questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just it hamper oneself in enjoying how wonderful life truly is, regardless of everything bad in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just over-analyzing?  over-thinking? and over-assessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy.  drink in the moments life gives you everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chance to be with friends, have a stable work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chance to enjoy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chance of having let someone come into your life, a stranger you've gotten to know for 4 years and more and soaking in every minute you learn things about it him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether good, bad or ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9153026357615386691?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9153026357615386691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9153026357615386691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9153026357615386691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9153026357615386691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/setting-in.html' title='setting in'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8721166089012922552</id><published>2007-06-04T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:06:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>names names names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been keeping a log of cute and inspiring baby names, but only in mind and not in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me to keep track for future use (naks!), I'm putting some here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY NAMES (regardless of gender) too cute not to be used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ainee&lt;br /&gt;2.  Avery&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mischa&lt;br /&gt;4.  Brent&lt;br /&gt;5.  Candace&lt;br /&gt;6.  Kirstin&lt;br /&gt;7.  Violet&lt;br /&gt;8.  Villette&lt;br /&gt;9.  Happee&lt;br /&gt;10.  Peaches&lt;br /&gt;11.  Maleehna&lt;br /&gt;12. Blake&lt;br /&gt;13.  Hayden&lt;br /&gt;14.  Hailey&lt;br /&gt;15. Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;16. Danelle&lt;br /&gt;17. Ginger&lt;br /&gt;18. Paige&lt;br /&gt;19. Piper&lt;br /&gt;20. Parker&lt;br /&gt;21. Brett&lt;br /&gt;22. Trent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY NAMES I wouldn't dare give a kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fiona (my friends would know why, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Patricia (reminds me of bitchy girls and terror teachers)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Christian&lt;br /&gt;4.  Joy&lt;br /&gt;5.  Anna (an ex, don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;6. Tess (sounds too motherly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8721166089012922552?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8721166089012922552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8721166089012922552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8721166089012922552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8721166089012922552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/names-names-names.html' title='names names names'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-5515452500023977303</id><published>2007-06-04T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:57:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend shebang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent the weekend, what else, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on my last shift ever, I didn't actually mind since I'm gaining a day-off out of it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of not seeing my dear 'ol friend Clauds, we met for dinner and shopping.  Gosh, missed her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all we did was talk about life and love and clothes and shoes and work and everything else under the sun while shopping away our hard-earned pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of saying I have no moolah left hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting her, I shopped away my sadness around the bazaar area and went home with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  2 Hollister cut-off pants in army green and khaki&lt;br /&gt;-  1 Banana Rep purple blouse&lt;br /&gt;-  1 Genes baby-pink capris&lt;br /&gt;-  1 A&amp;amp;F pink hoodie blouse&lt;br /&gt;-  1 RL navy blue tee&lt;br /&gt;-  earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clauds and I also bought, as corny as it may sound, a "friendship bag" - identical bags we will use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on buying a crisp, pearl white Chanel chain bag and it's such a darling to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both clad in summer shorts and flats, we continued to scour stalls after stalls, looking at summer dresses and tops we can try on.  Thirsty, we then decided to cool off with fresh coconut juice drinks and hit the stalls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we looked around the Promenade for a place to have dinner and decided to try out Peri-Peri Char-grilled Chicken House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken is fantastic!  Grilled to perfection, you can also choose 2 sidelines (that's what they call it) that comes along with the meal, which at a few hundred bucks is not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mashed potato and buttered veggies with mine while she got mashed potato and coleslaw with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to the drinking sessions, where as patrons, we got VIP service in this grill house at the 2nd floor.  Chechar, Clauds' better half, joined us there afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, despite me being completely bummed out because of the stupid summer outing my boyfriend went to, I had so much fun bonding with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is more to life than having a love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still bummed about it until yesterday, when I learned my martyr of a boyfriend agreed in driving those bitches to and fro Batangas, Sucat and Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such poor planning if you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch who owns the stupid van didn't even have one single thought in her puny brain when she proudly volunteered her stupid van, which they had to return to Cavite after using!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no sense draining my little left energy over that stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-5515452500023977303?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/5515452500023977303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=5515452500023977303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5515452500023977303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/5515452500023977303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-shebang.html' title='weekend shebang'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3114994059750107884</id><published>2007-06-04T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:48:11.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brutality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is no faithful man,&lt;br /&gt;Just a patient and stupid woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3114994059750107884?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3114994059750107884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3114994059750107884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3114994059750107884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3114994059750107884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/brutality.html' title='brutality'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-342687217177817209</id><published>2007-06-01T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:37:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Select Your Favorite Color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Simply look at the colors below and pick the one that you prefer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (not necessarily the color you use in dressing or decorating).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/design/dcs/fe/dewey_fes.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Step 2: Get Your Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that you've chosen the color that you prefer to look at, check out the corresponding description below to find out what this says about your love style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" nd="1"&gt;&lt;nobr nd="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and the way that you relate to your version of Mr. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="subhead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If Your Chosen Color Is Green...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; When you first meet a man, your practical and nurturing ways encourage him to talk about his life right away. You make Mr. Right feel comfortable. He feels that you fully support him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's easy for you to see exactly what's important to a man from the start. Trust your instincts, along with your keen listening skills, because they help you understand what a man wants from a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Intelligence in the other sex is a real turn-on for you. It entices your curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the end, you marry or commit for security. This might mean having a home with children, lots of money or a relationship in which you feel cared for. Your permanent Mr. Right will be a stabilizing personality in your life. "Greens" marry the stable guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One word of warning: You are open to the world and appear innocent, and these qualities can make it difficult for you to find your true Mr. Right. Some men misinterpret you altogether and later may be shocked or disappointed when the real you isn't what they expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to TinaPie's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-342687217177817209?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/342687217177817209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=342687217177817209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/342687217177817209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/342687217177817209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-in-me.html' title='green in me'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8854491348743920716</id><published>2007-05-31T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:47:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when celebs abuse rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lindsay Lohan is back in rehab. &lt;em&gt;Back&lt;/em&gt;? Wasn’t she just there? Fellow bad  girl Britney Spears wasn’t in long enough for her hair to grow back. Meanwhile,  Paris Hilton zipped right by rehab and picked up the GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;In the last year or so, rehab has  become the ultimate publicity tool, a brief break from the glitzy life, a chance  to burnish one’s reputation. (The bad girls aren’t alone in this regard; see Mel  Gibson, Isaiah Washington.) What we’ve forgotten is that rehab is supposed to  result in rehabilitation. Hence the name. Rehabilitating one’s life, when it’s  broken and damaged, is not just a weekend stay. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never went to rehab. I should  have. I plunged willingly, desperately, into addiction at the pliable age of 15.  My poison, my love, was speed. It came in pretty colored tablets called  amphetamines. Over the years it changed to capsules—some clear with orange and  black granules inside, some pure black. Like the devil. Like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like the hell I lived in well into  my 20s. Cocaine replaced pills at some point. But that wasn’t a big change. I  was on the same rushing road—the road that too often leads to a fiery blinding  end, way before your years would justify death by anything other than a speeding  car or a bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I quit because I decided not to  die. I quit all alone—the same way I started. I quit in spite of long nights  when the taste of cocaine would come up in my throat—drifting up out of my  cells, I guess—and I wanted it so badly my nails dug into my palms until they  drew blood. I quit by trying to live inside a body that was so much older than  my years—I could actually feel my blood, my organs lurching along, almost like  they were asking what they were supposed to do without the jacked up jolt of the  drugs they’d gotten used to for so many years. My thoughts, my head, my dreams …  black doesn’t even begin to describe that territory. For over a decade, I’d only  known the world through the blur of speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was the late '70s. There  probably was rehab in some form, but I didn’t know, and I didn’t search. I wish  so badly now that I had been able to go into a facility like the ones that  abound now. An environment dedicated to pushing me into wellness. An environment  with people who had already stumbled down the road that was before me, people  who could teach me, console me, shake me up. People who knew my excuses, my  rationalizations, my manipulations even before they came out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It makes me angry when I see how  the opportunity of being in rehab can be abused as nothing more than a slick PR  move. A brief retreat from the paparazzi. How lucky these celebrities are to be  able to go to one of these facilities (which are not cheap) and to benefit from  the wisdom and help that waits behind the gates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I struggled for years to learn on  my own what someone like Lohan could learn in months, if she were willing to do  so. Of course, that learning also has to be followed by practice. Every day.  Forever. But it can start in rehab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abusing ourselves with any kind of  substance abuse is a violation of the gift of life—it isn’t what any of us were  put here for. And treating rehab like it’s just a strategic career move is  practically blasphemous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I imagine the other people in  these rehab facilities, watching a celebrity breeze in for a week or so, then  leave. I imagine their anger—actually, I don’t have to imagine it, I feel it,  too. It’s hard to fix the places where you’re broken, hard to wrestle with your  demons. If you don’t take the help that’s available along the way, there will  come a day when you are left all alone with demons that have grown so big and so  vicious that you can’t defeat them. A lot of people know that and commit  themselves to the hard and serious work of rehab. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're the ones who won't  have to face the bleak dark road that waits for those celebrities who believe  bright lights define them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patti Davis, former wild child of Nancy and Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&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/31340415-8854491348743920716?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8854491348743920716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8854491348743920716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8854491348743920716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8854491348743920716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-celebs-abuse-rehab.html' title='when celebs abuse rehab'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-9192561853527238126</id><published>2007-05-30T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:58:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eating alone...so what's new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, out of loneliness, there is no desire anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.  But I've been waiting all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think this is how independence feels like, and yet, I don't want to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been by myself most of the times anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being surrounded by a lot of people, funny how it doesn't make any difference and you still hollow.  Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's shattered glass everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-9192561853527238126?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/9192561853527238126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=9192561853527238126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9192561853527238126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/9192561853527238126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/shiny.html' title='shiny'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-1117407040794514647</id><published>2007-05-30T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:33:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear of getting lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know who to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how much energy and love I am putting in a relationship with me ending up not knowing what to do with myself when it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, I was so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-1117407040794514647?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/1117407040794514647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=1117407040794514647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1117407040794514647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/1117407040794514647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/fear-of-getting-lost.html' title='fear of getting lost'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8437186744193759555</id><published>2007-05-30T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:01:52.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lingering questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it really better to find someone who loves you more than you love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it better to stick it out and make it work with someone whose love you know is lesser than yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8437186744193759555?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8437186744193759555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8437186744193759555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8437186744193759555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8437186744193759555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/lingering-questions.html' title='lingering questions'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-7255827385649809768</id><published>2007-05-29T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:31:28.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I am so restless these past few days.  Restless in the most literal kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if I can't stay seated here where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any minute, I would rather be crashing the waves somewhere out there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to just sit here wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, as if I have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, what is wrong with me?  It's just one effing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived Australia.  I survived Singapore.  Heck, I survived it alongside China and HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from all this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-7255827385649809768?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/7255827385649809768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=7255827385649809768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7255827385649809768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/7255827385649809768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/itching.html' title='itching'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4447288533464089840</id><published>2007-05-29T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:22:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ink stains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this, but these past few days, I found myself posting blogs here unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the crappy connection we have been experiencing every morning.  Instead of downloading thousands of my emails, I'm stuck with waiting and browsing for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining but painting the picture of receiving tons of unread emails is not something I want to deal with every waking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you're in my position when you get in by the hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a learning to be more patient about things.  To be more accepting rather than judgmental and to be more mature in handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm not fully there yet.  Still on my way, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years into this career and I still find myself looking up from my laptop, hoping I can get a glimpse of him around any cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how it was used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself waiting for the lunch hour so we can both go down and cross the street towards the lunch kiosks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different there now, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his new responsibility and promotion, he is way busier than before.  He sometimes even tells me he can't afford to have lunch on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sad coz I know this will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's a good thing he's no longer under that hideous boss of his.  He's in a far better place having a good team behind him with a new boss that is way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he is still there.  Goodness, he's been there for 5 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that long already?  Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like yesterday when I left, even if I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like our friends have said, it was actually a healthy move for both us.  We get to miss each more and more because of the set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it was detrimental.  You know, leaving the same company you belong to.  Some have even broken up because of the "distance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scary when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just typing away my random thoughts again.  Still waiting for the stupid connection to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4447288533464089840?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4447288533464089840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4447288533464089840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4447288533464089840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4447288533464089840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/ink-stains.html' title='ink stains'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2163772517614857943</id><published>2007-05-28T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:02:29.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RlqnvEz0Q-I/AAAAAAAAABE/tajE8SpB438/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RlqnvEz0Q-I/AAAAAAAAABE/tajE8SpB438/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069548757745681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/Rlqovkz0Q_I/AAAAAAAAABM/t4vcY2LLMbQ/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/Rlqovkz0Q_I/AAAAAAAAABM/t4vcY2LLMbQ/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069549865847243762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2163772517614857943?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2163772517614857943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2163772517614857943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2163772517614857943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2163772517614857943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/riding-waves.html' title='take me away again'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RlqnvEz0Q-I/AAAAAAAAABE/tajE8SpB438/s72-c/IMG_3466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-401399471652817528</id><published>2007-05-28T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:30:47.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bump on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found myself thinking again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scratch that.  Worrying probably is the best word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking myself:  Why do I worry all the time on what will happen?  Nothing will happen, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm starting to become a schizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't see him this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason?  A stupid department outing....AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually discussed this already, over doughnuts and coffee, where he explained and assured me of everything about it. I admire him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not used not being able to spend my weekend with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I assess this attachment I have towards him and come up with one logical answer...because I might be leaving in two years time for the States....Might being the operative word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's nothing final nor confirmed about it.  But probably unconsciously, me wanting to spend every time I can with him points to this factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave.  Just the thought of me leaving and not knowing when I will come back leaves me short of breath most of the time.  Yep, panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans when this time comes.  I don't know what I will be doing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just clueless.  I can't just board a plane and not know what will happen next.  It's simply unacceptable for me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it won't happen soon or I will be the most depressed human being on the face of the planet.  No one can probably be able to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-401399471652817528?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/401399471652817528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=401399471652817528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/401399471652817528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/401399471652817528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/bump-in-road.html' title='bump on the road'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8119390862253426760</id><published>2007-05-28T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:16:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuni meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Curiosity Killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mineistheearth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://idj-nuninu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nuninu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next select five people to tag: (if you haven’t done it already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mojacko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganns Deen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinapot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T'was 1997....so I am in my junior year in highschool, probably buying school supplies at around this time of the year.  It was actually one of the summer things I am always looking forward to every year.  New notebooks, new pens and of course, new school bag!  In a matter of weeks, I will be again walking the school corridors in my new school shoes along with my matching Guess socks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A year ago, I just came back from a weekend beach getaway in Fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five snacks you enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cracklings and Pritos Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iced Banana with Sago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tater's Sour and Cream popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Krispy Kreme Original Glazed along with their Smooth Robust coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conti's Mango Bravo ice cream cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without You by Charlie Wilson (my wedding song :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learning to Breathe by Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F4 songs (yep, all in Mandarin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kailangan Kita (Papa P!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buy a beautiful beach resort for me to manage and retire young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buy a condo unit in Essensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get married in Europe and tour the world for my honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buy a vineyard for my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buy a beach front property in the Hamptons along with a Mercedes, SUV, BMW and private helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Organize freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can be really neurotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crybaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love of junkfood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So particular with time and punctuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beach bumming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Traveling with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five things you would never wear again &lt;-- can I change this to 5 things I would never wear EVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anything see through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anything with shoulder pads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stockings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wooden sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mobile Phone (can't live without it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does Hello Kitty count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Word puzzles&lt;/span&gt;&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/31340415-8119390862253426760?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8119390862253426760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8119390862253426760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8119390862253426760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8119390862253426760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/nuni-meme.html' title='nuni meme'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-581835531929570725</id><published>2007-05-25T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:59:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night, amidst the pouring rain and the heavy traffic, I accompanied my mom in the supermarket to buy our usual routine of household items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so domesticated that way...enjoying every bit of step in the grocery aisles, while browsing through stacks of paper towels, soaps, cookies and junkfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of junkfood, I stumbled upon a few ones that made me remember my childhood.  And so, I started thinking of the other snacks I used to sneak in the house when I was little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRITOS RING&lt;br /&gt;    The famous red foil pack containing crunchy, bbq-flavored ringlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POMPOMS&lt;br /&gt;    Usually comes in a little, yellow plastic pack with it's airy tiny curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMO&lt;br /&gt;    The original "ovaltinies".  Comes in little, colorful packets of blue, red, green and yellow.  I remember it being 25 cents each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOBI&lt;br /&gt;    Snacks shaped in french fries and tastes like one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHISNAK&lt;br /&gt;    Flower-shaped snacks and a local take on the PIKNIK packaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINBEE&lt;br /&gt;    Leaving orange stains in the fingers, this string potato snack re-invented itself in a more modern foil packaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACKU&lt;br /&gt;    Green vegetable-inspired snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUID RING&lt;br /&gt;    Squid version of Pritos Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to rack up some more from memory but isn't it great how food brings you back to the old times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-581835531929570725?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/581835531929570725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=581835531929570725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/581835531929570725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/581835531929570725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/childhood-memories.html' title='childhood memories'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-727285502983664351</id><published>2007-05-24T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:02:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digging deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I once read a blog post from a group friend that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, in our desire to be perfect for someone, we lose sight of ourselves in our imperfections.  Yet, it's what makes us who we are.  Perfect in all those imperfections"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this vast world where love seems to be the only answer sometimes, digging deeper and looking at yourself better makes you wonder why a person loves you the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you're pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you're intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you're rich?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you're available?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it simply because you make him happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the simpler a question may seem, the more difficult it is to find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you want to make things smooth and okay, not perfect, the more it doesn't usually happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change things about yourself for both of your convenience, more for him, just to sleep more soundly at night and keep your sanity, hoping that everything will get better after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you realize that there really is no contentment in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That as much as you have given more of yourself to make someone happy, there will always come a point you will come up short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he will still ask for things you will never understand, or even if you do, makes you wonder why this person says he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is holistic.  It's not puzzle that gives you the free hand to take out the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, every night when you lay in bed squeezing your brains out for a better answer, all you can ever find is this one reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-727285502983664351?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/727285502983664351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=727285502983664351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/727285502983664351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/727285502983664351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/digging-deeper.html' title='digging deeper'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8101615071021674555</id><published>2007-05-24T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:48:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>que horror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought it will happen...but then it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only source of being aware of peoples' lives in this lifetime of mine have been taken away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, some wacko got the idea that what if for fun, they put a firewall so we here can't access it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for having the office as your so-called "second home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was starting to realize how lucky I am to be where I am right now, something like this wakes you up from that dream, bursting your bubble into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for luck and so much for home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8101615071021674555?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8101615071021674555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8101615071021674555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8101615071021674555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8101615071021674555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/que-horror.html' title='que horror!'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-3970819539670048702</id><published>2007-05-18T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:53:52.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yep, am still here waiting for the van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van that will, hopefully, take me away and bring me to a blissful and stress-free weekend getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping against all hope everything will turn out okay.  Not perfect.  Okay is fine with me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting a romantic getaway, given the bitch that's coming along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, it's still a beach getaway and that pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way stressed for this outing, to think that it's just for the weekend.  Am also wondering what I have been quite uptight with myself with regard to all the planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I'm a strong believer that when a plan is set and made, you see it through no matter what.  It cannot be called a plan when it's not like that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, be leaving in a while.  Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-3970819539670048702?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/3970819539670048702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=3970819539670048702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3970819539670048702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/3970819539670048702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/counting-minutes.html' title='counting minutes'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4678123238257117466</id><published>2007-05-18T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:11:06.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking of things that makes me the happiest. . .no fail. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  getting spoiled by my dad, along with his corny jokes&lt;br /&gt;-  dinner outs and grocery shopping with my mom&lt;br /&gt;-  relationship talks with my little brother (yep, he's growing up oh so fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-  clauds and tampupot, my friends who know me best&lt;br /&gt;-  simang, my ultimate defender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-  my collection of Lacoste bags&lt;br /&gt;-  over 30 pairs (and counting!) of my beloved Havaiannas&lt;br /&gt;-  krispy kreme!&lt;br /&gt;-  splitting a mango bravo ice cream cake with my mom&lt;br /&gt;-  leisure walking along High Street&lt;br /&gt;-  picking out shoes and clothes at Bayo&lt;br /&gt;-  cold rock!&lt;br /&gt;-  beach bumming&lt;br /&gt;-  listening to F4 in my Ipod, relinquishing those Meteor Garden days (hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;-  chris evans of fantastic 4&lt;br /&gt;-  james franco's smile&lt;br /&gt;-  that's so raven!&lt;br /&gt;-  my army of Hello Kitty collectibles&lt;br /&gt;-  disney channel!&lt;br /&gt;-  Seattle's Best Vanilla Latte (large please!)&lt;br /&gt;-  Starbucks Iced Shaken Double Shot Espresso&lt;br /&gt;-  Coffee Bean's Moroccan Mint Latte&lt;br /&gt;-  Tuna Salpicao from Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;-  Jamaican Patties!&lt;br /&gt;-  walking barefoot around the house&lt;br /&gt;-  my untouched boxful of Bath and Body Works stuff, gift from my dad&lt;br /&gt;-  Old Navy flipflops in all colors&lt;br /&gt;-  my blue Crumpler laptop messenger bag&lt;br /&gt;-  baby blue bedroom slippers from Debenhams, Christmas treat&lt;br /&gt;-  pink Burberry wallet from Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;-  cracklings by the dozen!&lt;br /&gt;-  my Jansport travel bag&lt;br /&gt;-  singapore's Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;-  singapore's Chang-i domestic terminal&lt;br /&gt;-  sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;-  bugis Night Market!&lt;br /&gt;-  ice cream sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;-  shacking in 5-star hotels&lt;br /&gt;-  little Basti and baby Shiloh&lt;br /&gt;-  sunday morning brunches&lt;br /&gt;-  newly changed bed covers and blankies&lt;br /&gt;-  driving around the country-side&lt;br /&gt;-  mangoes!&lt;br /&gt;-  iced bananas!&lt;br /&gt;-  tagaytay's little mangoes&lt;br /&gt;-  fuego beach!&lt;br /&gt;-  dancing up a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what's missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-4678123238257117466?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/4678123238257117466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=4678123238257117466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4678123238257117466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/4678123238257117466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-box.html' title='happy box'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8261675061100622419</id><published>2007-05-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:44:23.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been experiencing mood swings lately.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment I can get super elated, basking in every happiness there is and then after which, someone will say or do something that will bring me back to earth and with all its suckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me, couples either break-up or reunite.  Sometimes I wish I can just shout at them and say, "Geez! Make up your freakin mind, will ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a prick in the skin whenever you see things unfold the way they do when you have already exhausted all your efforts in making them see there is still another option.  That HE is not the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.  Apparently, LOVE wins over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That LOVE bullshit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blogging because I am yet again "heart-broken".  In fact, I am more than contented with what I have and where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just some people are putting icings in their own pathetic love lives just so people can stop and say "So, they finally made it.".  When in fact, it's just that, icing.  Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we get sucked in their whirlwind story that you will often stop and wonder, "Why the hell am I here again when this is not my story anyways?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freakin exhausting.  I'm soooo sick and tired of people telling stories about their love woes, who you in turn give the best advice you can muster, but for what?  For them to put it down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna be there anymore.  Why can't they just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, spending more than what is needed of my time in this blog, creating this post about people who will never, ever learn anything of what LOVE truly is.  Of what RELATIONSHIPS truly are built on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert.  Heck, I never will be.  But this one thing I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who can let you go that easily never loved you in the first place, so why bother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8261675061100622419?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8261675061100622419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8261675061100622419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8261675061100622419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8261675061100622419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/05/moody-moi.html' title='moody moi'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-95442788596588481</id><published>2007-04-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:58:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There seems to be something wrong with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I seem to have developed some sort of shopping frenzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some of you who knows me well would stop and think, "huh?, but that it so her! Ms. Shopaholic!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not a bad thing, but it just felt like I missed out on the shopping with all events I have been engaged in for the last couple of weeks or months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's mainly because my dad was home for the summer (he left last week).  Of course, instead of devoting my time scouring through clothes racks and hunting for bargains, I am either at home, eating out or visiting relatives with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even outings with my boyfriend includes my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that my schedule and routines seemed back to normal, I am making up for lost time.  Lost time on shopping, on boyfriend, on friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks, I have invested in buying a lot of clothes and shoes.  The store staff at Bayo even greets me now whenever I come in, being the regular customer that I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had a shopping spree with Pogs and bought 3 havaiannas all at once.  Yeah, I know.  I probably need help from buyer's remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's well that started well...at least my last few purchases included "office" clothes (that would mean shirts and blouses) and flats (I bought 1 style in 2 colors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, what I'm looking into buying next is far from clear.  I'm actually staying away from malls as much as I can, but what can I say, the mall is my haven...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping some cash for my beach outfits is on my next list...*wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-95442788596588481?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/95442788596588481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=95442788596588481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/95442788596588481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/95442788596588481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/04/shopping-frenzy.html' title='shopping frenzy'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2912633481101781510</id><published>2007-04-04T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:06:37.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Funny how sad you can be missing someone so much that it hurts and yet being even more sad when you're finally together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2912633481101781510?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2912633481101781510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2912633481101781510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2912633481101781510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2912633481101781510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-ironic.html' title='so ironic'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-2712691691532144397</id><published>2007-04-04T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:03:25.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't genuinely smiled for quite some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that my first smile of the day would come from a German guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-2712691691532144397?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/2712691691532144397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=2712691691532144397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2712691691532144397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/2712691691532144397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/04/shocker.html' title='shocker'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-4812540559646400467</id><published>2007-03-23T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:09:49.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna miss this brat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RgMaiehToEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7uACjPXnnvc/s1600-h/pizza+co..png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RgMaiehToEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7uACjPXnnvc/s320/pizza+co..png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044905187195723842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mbc girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RgMZNuhToCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4gLaJ5-cl70/s1600-h/IMG_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RgMZNuhToCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4gLaJ5-cl70/s320/IMG_0748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044903731201810466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first photo op..hwek hwek (haloween)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/RgMaA-hToDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dbu8PxiGOZc/s1600-h/rm+team+plus+one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He left for China today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, he's aboard a plane on a 6-hour flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his officemates I hate, bosses I despise and skanks that should be thrown off the plane with no parachute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling...I don't even know how to ever control feelings like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See your smile each morning&lt;br /&gt;Look into your eyes each night&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Leigh Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6661568226077910373?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6661568226077910373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6661568226077910373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6661568226077910373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6661568226077910373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6867479337643610521</id><published>2007-03-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:10:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hating goodbyes and airports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's that time of the year again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate it....I honestly, truly hate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What good is it to get out of the country when you can't experience it with the one person you want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's going to China and HK this year.  Even that Fugliona is joining the HK trip even if she didn't reach her effing quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, it was Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yah I know, it's just 1 week.  But it still seems like an eternity for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I absolutely hate this feeling and I wish I don't get to feel this way every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate the fact of him leaving, even for just a short while, because we don't get to be there together.  It feels as if I am on pause again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of us being apart at this time of the year leaves a sickening pain in my stomach...like I'm about to hurl any second...or worst, burst out uncontrollably into tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I'm too weak for goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I never got used to it.  My dad has been going back and forth to the States since I was a little.  There was nothing happy about it and here I am, bringing the same feeling at this age of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye, seeing people leave, for long or short, is never going to sit well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on pause till he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6867479337643610521?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6867479337643610521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6867479337643610521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6867479337643610521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6867479337643610521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/03/hating-goodbyes-and-airports.html' title='hating goodbyes and airports'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-6002675702838140297</id><published>2007-03-16T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:43:56.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead man rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/Rfo0n2aJAtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mTr31I7_fFw/s1600-h/skank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/Rfo0n2aJAtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mTr31I7_fFw/s320/skank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042400592019391186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Skank alert y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, I did it indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't she resemble a twin-look alike of Ai-Ai Delas Alas *snicker*snicker*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know, I am super duper bad for doing this but this girl deserves more than this actually....she wreck an innocent spirit of a woman who's only fault is giving her everything to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...a relationship-wrecker??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, let's give her the benefit of the doubt.  Mind you, this girl is not a friend whatsoever.  Nor do I have any desire to be her friend in this lifetime or the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is really a good person, who minds her own business (love life, work life etc.), she should have had the courtesy (at the very least) and respect for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, she sticked her fork in a quiet relationship and ruined what could have been a happy future and a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is imminent that I don't like her.  This I can say with all honesty that I never will like her.  She ruined a friend's life, a friend's belief in relationships and prevented her from dealing with it head-on, like a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a silent fight for a friend who cannot fight for herself, because it is not in her nature to fight for what is rightfully hers.  She is just too, too kind to be able to do that.  That is why friends, in their concern and hopefulness, do it for her willingly because they know she can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a silent fight for someone who has been so hurt, so disappointed in what happened to her relationship that up until now, she is still trying to look for that elusive light in the dark tunnel.  With hope? we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they may have all started to mend their broken hearts.  But the damage has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she may not be the only reason for whatever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we don't have the answers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, she is not a person worth trusting, worth knowing, even worth talking to.  She may look pristine, poised and polished, but she is trash nonetheless in the eyes who know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of what she can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of what she is after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll never know what she is capable of....especially to those who are blinded by her "fake" beauty...blinded and defending her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LEAN%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-6002675702838140297?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/6002675702838140297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=6002675702838140297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6002675702838140297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/6002675702838140297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/03/dead-man-rising.html' title='dead man rising'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJmQ-4iumrI/Rfo0n2aJAtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mTr31I7_fFw/s72-c/skank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-724726716125795903</id><published>2007-03-14T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:45:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little girl lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, is this true?!  I'm here, blogging again?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yah, yah, yah, I know, it's been ages since I've been here.  Actually, I'm not sure what to say on where I've been and why I've been dormant since who knows when..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like taking a time away from my busy, busy work life and get back on the writing track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, goodness, I even don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly hit me that tomorrow is our monthsary (yay, payday!).  It felt a shiver when I come to think of all the couples I know who has broken up in the span of 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my ever weak/blind friend, with whom his boyfriend made the split, early into the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the indications that love is more effective being shown and not being told.  The guy is the type of boyfriend who never ceases to showcase his verbal skills when it comes to their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of those uber expressive guys who never hesitates to name drop the big "M" word.  There was even a time us girls became envious with that kind of openness in marriage....but we were so dead wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in the "pause/on-hold" period and yes, you guessed it right, it's the guy who wants that.  How impressive, yah?  There is really such a thing of having an unbalanced relationship wherein one is the confident one and one is the...well...non-confident one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other couples in the group now think, why the heck are these guys simply giving up on a relationship they invested so much time and effort into?  Is it really that easy now?  Like you're not dealing with another human being on the receiving end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a more recent couple who also experienced the same thing.  Yep, it's also the guy who asked for the split...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this, it was because of another girl (oh no! another Fifi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys really don't get it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-724726716125795903?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/724726716125795903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=724726716125795903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/724726716125795903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/724726716125795903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-girl-lost.html' title='a little girl lost'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-8949669975040030702</id><published>2007-03-14T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:21:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like a butterfly fluttering across oceans and seas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]  La Union surfing&lt;br /&gt;[]  Fuego beach&lt;br /&gt;[]  Boracay sands&lt;br /&gt;[]  Panglao waves&lt;br /&gt;[]  Mactan scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feasting on delectable sweets, treats for the palette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]  Vanilla Sunshine cupcake by Sonja's&lt;br /&gt;[]  Ultimate Carrot Cake by Dome&lt;br /&gt;[]  Original Glazed by Krispy Kreme&lt;br /&gt;[]  Caramel Apple by SanFo Treats&lt;br /&gt;[]  Big Breakfasts by Midway (only in La Union)&lt;br /&gt;[]  Yam hopia by Eng Bee Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana-Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[]  Banana Walnut pancakes by Pancake House&lt;br /&gt;[]  Whole Wheat Banana Peanut pancakes (c/o "In Her Shoes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[]  Banana Cream Pie by Coffee Bean&lt;br /&gt;[]  Banoffee Pie by Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour in the mall is never enough nor acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]  Bayo (for everything!)&lt;br /&gt;[]  Ralph Lauren (Polo Sport and RL)&lt;br /&gt;[]  Lacoste (for their bags and polos)&lt;br /&gt;[]  Apple &amp; Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushion-seating with popcorn in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]  Clueless (Cher personified)&lt;br /&gt;[]  Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;[]  Matilda&lt;br /&gt;[]  Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;[]  Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen&lt;br /&gt;[]  The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-8949669975040030702?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/8949669975040030702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=8949669975040030702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8949669975040030702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/8949669975040030702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='a few of my favorite things'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31340415.post-117090966864148592</id><published>2007-02-08T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:47:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beaten and broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny how we think of the beginning when something in our lives has ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of Brad Pitt ringing in my head in that quiet scene from Mr. and Mrs. Smith....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again to this writing space after a really long time.  My main reason is being so swamped out with work, I don't even have the time to even breathe sometimes..yep, that's how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy, busy couple of months..not to mention it being loaded with drama so overwhelming I don't even know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization sets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine parting ways with someone who has gotten so immersed and embedded in your life...a job, a career, a friend...a lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of putting face amongst quizzical looks in your family and friends' faces is a like carrying tons of bricks at your back, knowing that every answer to their questions will be like a slap in the face...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens to a close friend, a sister-like person in your life, gulping down every sordid detail also pains you...something I never thought I am capable of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to feel detached to the idea, as if you're just watching a sappy movie and hoping that like every story, a happy ending will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this story has not yet needed.  No one has moved on. We're still glued to our seats, waiting for further details to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces are still broken...hearts are still being mended...coping is still out of the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery in the air is so thick, it's suffocating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all breathe and take a rest from all these madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31340415-117090966864148592?l=leanelmina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/feeds/117090966864148592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31340415&amp;postID=117090966864148592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/117090966864148592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31340415/posts/default/117090966864148592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leanelmina.blogspot.com/2007/02/beaten-and-broken.html' title='beaten and broken'/><author><name>starry-eyed lean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4379/3386/1600/IMG_0685.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
