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    <updated>2008-11-18T18:32:01+01:00</updated>
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        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>I don't like my insurance agent!</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-28:1617942</id>
        <updated>2008-08-28T14:55:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-28T14:55:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Last saturday, after signing the agreeement :      He goes &quot;So give me a few...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last saturday, after signing the agreeement :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He goes &quot;So give me a few names and numbers of your friends, like I said I would need you to give.......&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt;&quot; Errr...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Don't you have any names?&amp;nbsp; don't underestimate your ability to influence..&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;But I really have no names to give...&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;There must be! Are you so unlikeable? No one who you can influence?&quot; He started showing impatience and anxiety.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Me in my head: &lt;i&gt;&quot;Is that a threat? You fucking prick!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Offended, I scroll my address book in my phone, I wonder why I bothered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Gave him some names. He goes&amp;nbsp; &quot;Are these friends you treasure?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;What do you mean? I treasure all my friends!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I mean, come on be honest. We do rate our friends, like category A, B and C.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Mostly Bs.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;TODAY at the clinic for health checkup....... PAY BACK!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He goes &quot;I have called your friends, and they have almost all said yes! Except for those I couldn't reach! I am very happy, eh thanks leh! See they all like you more than you think!! Are you happy?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Its not whether they like me or not lah! Its whether they mind me giving their numbers to you lah. I wouldn't want people giving my&amp;nbsp; number to people I don't know mah, Same goes for them. I was worried they will be offended.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;There! Made my point! Idiot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Are they? Which ones?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I pointed a few names.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&quot;But I sent them an SMS apologizing.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Noted from a friend &quot;He called me, and told me, that you rated me one of the top 3 friend. Ask me if I am surprised.....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;TOP 3?!?!? I do NOT rate my friends, and I do NOT like the label of BEST friends and what number 1, 2 or 3 friend. I only have a CLOSEST friend from secondary school. I don't like labels and I definately do not want anyone to label me the same!! How can he just go to people and say they are my number ? friend!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Don't like this guy, he only cares about making contact with people who can benefit him, or link him to more business. And he treats people nice and gives praises only when he feels like there is something to get in return. Once discovered you are not helping him, the impatience and temper shows. Am I OBLIGED to help?! Favors for favors. Materialistic, revengeful, short-tempered man. I do not wish to trust him with or deal with him in any other business other than being my insurance agent. I will make sure my connections with him stops right there. Hopefully, he will not turn out to be too close to my closest pal.&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Egoistic Leos</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-21:1613974</id>
        <updated>2008-08-21T17:54:21+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-21T17:54:21+02:00</published>
        <summary> I have an ego problem.   I do not mix with people who are better than me in...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;I have an ego problem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do not mix with people who are better than me in certain categories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is very bad of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Wei shen me ne me zhi zuo?</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-18:1612045</id>
        <updated>2008-08-18T11:05:17+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-18T11:05:17+02:00</published>
        <summary> Let go.   Think everything will be alright if I had let go of loving my...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;Let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Think everything will be alright if I had let go of loving my brother. I will have no problems.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Same goes for YJ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why am I so stubborn in love?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>What I really want</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-17:1611727</id>
        <updated>2008-08-17T18:00:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-17T18:00:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I guess anyone reading my blog, knows the obvious, but have not said it:...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I guess anyone reading my blog, knows the obvious, but have not said it:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I really wish he remembers everything, all the way from year 2000. How we started, every bit of the way we took.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I wish he remembers and treasures it, returns as a whole of who he was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My wish is fat hope.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I will die with this wish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This is out of my life, let me concentrate on living without it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Don't let it go to waste!</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-16:1611297</id>
        <updated>2008-08-16T18:18:36+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-16T18:18:36+02:00</published>
        <summary> It was so difficult getting through...... let it be for a good reason! Let...</summary>
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          &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It was so difficult getting through...... let it be for a good reason! Let it pay back big! Let it be for the better! Don't let it go to waste! No turning back! Move forward! Make myself prepared for something bigger and better! Let myself be ready for something good! And all that I am going through will be meaningful! That is the only way I can help myself!&lt;/div&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>I only know emotional misery</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-15:1610877</id>
        <updated>2008-08-15T18:30:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-15T18:30:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I think throughout my life, one thing is constant.      Unhappiness, misery...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I think throughout my life, one thing is constant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Unhappiness, misery and imprisonment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I can't be happy for long.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Now I am still unable to let go. I am still hanging on to &quot;why&quot;, unable to accept my outcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am still sad, very sad, and desperate for help. My chest feels heavy, suffocated and I can't breathe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hope to die when my parents do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Dear Gohonzon</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-14:1610224</id>
        <updated>2008-08-14T19:50:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-14T19:50:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Help me stay sane.      Why do I still feel crazy when just ONE of his...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Help me stay sane.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Why do I still feel crazy when just ONE of his friends gather with me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Why do I feel uneasiness when friends say they are all getting married and pregnant?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I saw another recent picture of him and actually am thinking he looks good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Since I no longer check his profile on Friendster / Facebook, why do I still react when he jokingly changed his status to &quot;married&quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't think I can take it when he actually does, and I am still alone. I can't take it that I have given the best of me and am not good enough for someone. I can't take it that hardwork means nothing in emotional sense. It does not work that way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I can't find peace on my own. I can't find peace as long as I am within contact of him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I need to disappear, recover.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Or I need strength to stay sane in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Can I withdraw and stay with single friends on my own?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I think my mental health is going wry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Please let me chant to a fast track of emotional peace, mental and physical health.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Please help me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Re-read ”My Heart Flutters- 24th June”</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-12:1609043</id>
        <updated>2008-08-12T16:04:21+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-12T16:04:21+02:00</published>
        <summary> My brother once mentioned, that those desperate for a partner, shows it...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My brother once mentioned, that those desperate for a partner, shows it somehow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;People can tell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They exude somekind of &quot;aura&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The &quot;I am really needing a life partner&quot; aura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am exuding this desperado aura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;FREAK!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I need to get rid of the desperate thoughts and &quot;aura&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
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        <title>Do I have a choice?</title>
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        <updated>2008-08-12T15:50:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-12T15:50:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Mum goes on shopping with me. Sat down for a break at TCC Peranakan Place....</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Mum goes on shopping with me. Sat down for a break at TCC Peranakan Place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We started chatting, then for some reason, came to the age-old topic of how inappropriatly I dress, or how I am not like a girl and do not take care of my appearance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then it drifted to how I do not get a boyfriend or get married.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;In public, she discussed this loudly. Shaming me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I told her firmly that the conversation should stop right there. She carried on regardlessly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I do NOT want to be stuck with her. Not on tour, not at home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I want to get out of the family as soon as possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Melbourne? That is a solution, IF I can deal with the new found loneliess that awaits me there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;No I am not ready to deal with that. Even now, I am lonely at home during Christmases and New Years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;That is sad for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Moving out to a flat? That is so tempting, but that will incur another set of bills to pay, and in default keeps my family from saving money. Together as one unit, we can save money. Not a very convincing argument, this one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO I do NOT have a choice, I do NOT have a resolution.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am stuck with living with my parents, because I am stuck with certain values of &quot;right&quot; and &quot;wrong&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What is the real issue? That I am not courageous enough to make my life choices firmly. Not courageous enough to show my parents to get out of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I HATE THEM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Imprisoned</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-12:1609023</id>
        <updated>2008-08-12T15:40:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-12T15:40:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I am imprisoned.   By myself.   By my inability to be courageous enough   to...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;I am imprisoned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By my inability to be courageous enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to handle my own life firmly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am imprisoned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By my family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parents who interfere at everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parents who wouldn't let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am imprisoned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By my skin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Skin that is a life-long commitment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to ugliness, to spending.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am imprisoned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By my lack of faith.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For anything that claims to be able to save me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I tried too many to believe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>What irks me</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-09:1607672</id>
        <updated>2008-08-09T16:10:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-09T16:10:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> .....are victims of beauty.   They are so easy to recognise.   Read the...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;.....are victims of beauty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They are so easy to recognise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Read the profiles of singles, and ask them to describe their appearance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They select &quot;Attractive&quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;.....are victims of beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Say anything about their appearance to be not perfect&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;and the next thing you know, they will start doing something extreme about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;..... are victims of beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Their spouse is almost always very attractive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And they only notice beautiful people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And they compare themselves with the beautiful people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;.... are victims of beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They neglect the beauty within, which glows from the inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So shallow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They stare at themselves at the mirror at every opportunity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;..... are victims of beauty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As much as I hate them, I do recognise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I still have alot to learn from them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But I will rather learn from real beauties,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;who are beautiful inside, takes care of themselve&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;and somehow, they are beautiful outside as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>My face will be black and hair white soon</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/09/my-face-will-be-black-and-hair-white-soon.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-08:1607355</id>
        <updated>2008-08-08T19:40:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-08T19:40:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Can I choose to die because I am ugly please?   I have nice features, and am...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Can I choose to die because I am ugly please?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have nice features, and am proud of them. Only knew that my features are genuinely nice after a picture was taken today. But I have also realised how much older I am from the picuture. It is very obvious now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But close examination of my skin reveals my eczema is getting worse....... I am no longer scratching as much, but the scars are here to stay, and there are more and more. My neck is already black and my face is starting to get the black streaks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;At the rate this is going, why am I not chanting yet?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Please let me die because I am ugly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Let me die. What is the future for me? What will be happening to me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Leos are arrogant</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/07/leos-are-arrogant.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-07:1606544</id>
        <updated>2008-08-07T09:55:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-07T09:55:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> And I believe I am.      People say I am not, cause I keep criticising...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And I believe I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;People say I am not, cause I keep criticising myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then again, I do that so that I can keep reminding myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;That I am older than I would like to be, that I have wrinkles and a kind of look that differentiates me from the youngsters, that I am ugly, that I am fat..........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Somehow I am not able to see that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I wish I can accept that fact of what I really am and that I will not be getting married. Alone, all alone, and thus need to plan my financials properly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I do realise that I am not of any condition to request for anyone to accept me as a life partner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And my time has ran out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I will be turning 30 on Monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>I have 110 posts?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/07/i-have-110-posts.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-08-07:1606541</id>
        <updated>2008-08-07T09:50:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-08-07T09:50:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Wow I didn't know I have that many posts.      Anyhow, my musings are all...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Wow I didn't know I have that many posts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyhow, my musings are all around the same issues. It is amazing how much one can say just on a few issues. Maybe it is just me, repeating the same thing over and over again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am an idiot in insurance and financial planning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have just been able to check my funds, and found that one is earning, whilst the rest are losing money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Two questions:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Does the one earning cover the losses from the other losing? I will calculate that later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;If I were to let go of the one earning, how much transaction fees will be paid out?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then again, I think since I have only earned a little, and the cycle fluctuates, I should wait till I earn like over SGD10,000 then let it go. Then maybe reinvest when the market is low again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't really know these things help!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have just chatted with an insurance agent whom was referred to me by a close long-time friend. And since I trust her, I think I will just be going ahead with this guy. He is happily married with children, and even the children's tuition fees in UK are taken care of. He is very smart, highly educated and confident. When he is talking to me, he probably felt that he is talking to an imbecile. hahahahah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Just makes me feel more out of this world than what I expect myself to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Birds of the same feather do flock together. If you are very smart, you tend to be close to those just as smart, as they can understand you better. I do realise, just as much as I choose my friends, people can be selective and do not want to hang out with me too. It is sad as I remembered certain cases of people from my previous firms who don't bother to keep in contact. Then why I am so arrogant that I chose my friends too? This is cause and effect in action. I keep reminding myself how stupid I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am not who I want to be. It is too late to envy. I have enjoyed most of my life playing, and I am paying for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The insurance guy illustrated that there are two kinds of people in this world:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1) one who collects the pay check, spends and save whatever is left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2) one who collects the pay check, saves and make do with whatever allocated to be spent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am actually the second class, but as I have no savings now I told him I am the first. He did mention not many are of the second class. They usually are prepared for retirement. I am able to say I am the second class if I am not supporting my brothers' studies. For I do save more than 20% of my take home pay every month. .... .and its wiped out, all $20,000 for his tuition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He better be a worthy investment! I hope he pays me back. Guess that says it all, my real thoughts..... that he pays back.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>What's becoming of me?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/28/what-s-becoming-of-me.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-28:1583772</id>
        <updated>2008-06-28T18:00:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-28T18:00:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> First, it was the fluttering feeling.      Then for some reason, as if I...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;First, it was the fluttering feeling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then for some reason, as if I have called out to him, he approaches me for a job issue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then there is someone else that I keep seeing here and there around the office as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And for goodness sake, they are probably all younger than me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So when the one approaches me and I have directed him to my boss (as I can't make decisions on his issue concerned), and I felt that I have offended him, I sulked whole day. I went to my subordinates resting in the pantry and said &quot;I have offended someone, and wo xi huan ta hen jiu le!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Now the initial reaction from them was laughter, and shock. The next reaction is probably &quot;gosh who is she to like a handsome young thing like him?&quot; And yeah, they both think he is very very attractive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have to really absorb the fact I am no longer as attractive as I once was. and I was NEVER attractive enough for THAT kind of guy for the whole of my existence. Just my ex. hahahah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I feel like I am going mad and turning desperate!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;One way good to remind myself is to remember how I view a senior friend, who was 30 of age and I thought it would be difficult for her to get married.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I remember the aged skin and the wrinkles around her eyes. That should help.&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>My Heart Flutters</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/24/my-heart-flutters.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-24:1581311</id>
        <updated>2008-06-24T16:15:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-24T16:15:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> As mentioned before, I am not for people who can't seem to live without a...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As mentioned before, I am not for people who can't seem to live without a partner. I think a single person an be as fulfilled as everybody else who has a married life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But why does my heart wander when I do not have a relationship / when I get over a relationship?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It seems that it is always searching, searching to rest on someone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My eyes searches for potential guys, and heart flutters when it senses one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Some of them will keep hanging in my mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then I have to snap back to reality to remind myself that I am no longer as attractive as I once was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Recently I dreamt of a guy I had never met in my life. He has braces and he just smiles and smiles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I do not know whether I was actually afraid of that image but I was not scared awake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't like this pulling myself back to the ground to avoid floating and getting carried away, being attracted to certain guys in the office. I am watching myself closely to avoid showing that I am attracted to them. I sometimes give myself away without knowing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;THIS IS SICKENING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>My brother and his new girl</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/19/my-brother-and-his-new-girl.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-18:1577904</id>
        <updated>2008-06-18T18:35:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-18T18:35:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Last night, after I retired to bed, there were footsteps just outside my...</summary>
        <content type="html" xml:base="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/">
          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last night, after I retired to bed, there were footsteps just outside my room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then the lights in the stairway went on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It was my brother, saying &quot;shhhhh&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He led this girl up the stairs to our rooms. And he peeped into mine. My eyes wide open.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;That stupid girl peeped in too. I stared back at her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What kind of guest of a house, peeps into a person's bedroom when she can see that someone is already lying on the bed!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What kind of idiotic person is she?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And these few nights, my brother has been watching movies with this girl. And sending her home. Obviously he is pursuing her. Perhaps they had forgone the Siem Reap trip cause my brother can't go and he decided to get the girl all the way from China to Singapore instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then again, I am not really that sure that the girl is the same one from China, am I?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Hans and Eva</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/19/hans-and-eva.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-18:1577902</id>
        <updated>2008-06-18T18:30:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-18T18:30:00+02:00</published>
        <summary>  Dinner on 11th Jun       &quot;Your english is perfect!&quot;      &quot;oh, no no, its...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dinner on 11th Jun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Your english is perfect!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;oh, no no, its just normal.....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;No, its perfect!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;hee hee hee hee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today dinner at home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Come to Germany! you can stay at our house! And I will bring you around! We hope you can come!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I will try definately. Am pleased to see that you are travelling with your dad..... and you live with him. You must be a really good daughter....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;No no no, just normal..........&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;still, travelling with your dad, so nice. And you cook for your dad yeah? Yes you are a good daughter, I am sure.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I try..........&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; I will never be a good daughter to my parents anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I want to run away. but where can I run to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>I hate my family</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/17/i-hate-my-family.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-17:1576884</id>
        <updated>2008-06-17T16:55:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-17T16:55:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I hate my parents, for they are never happy with us.   I hate my brother,...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate my parents, for they are never happy with us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate my brother, for I deem him hopeless and he deems me an idiot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate myself. For being the first Singaporean to fail Australian CPA and being not able to get it. I will be closing accounts for the rest of my life! Without the three letters, I cannot do anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate myself. For I am not lovable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What more can I say?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am empty inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
        </content>
    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Why Guys Marry Some Girls (And Not Others)</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/17/why-guys-marry-some-girls-and-not-others.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-17:1576876</id>
        <updated>2008-06-17T16:40:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-17T16:40:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> From Cosmopolitan&amp;nbsp; / MSN:   &quot;It happens all the time: A guy spends...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;From Cosmopolitan&amp;nbsp; / MSN:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;It happens all the time: A guy spends months, even years, in a long-term relationship with a girl he really digs. But after dropping the I-don't-see-myselfever- getting-married bomb, he suddenly turns around and ties the knot with a new chick. &quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The characteristics of women men marry are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She's Exciting and Always Evolving&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;spontaneous and a little unpredictable, taking on new interests all the time, and revealing different facets of herselfBy never letting life get static, this woman busts the myth that being married means feeling humdrum. &quot;She makes being with her an adventure, as if there's always a new idea or activity just around the bend.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;She's naturally driven to challenge herself by trying new things. That's the kind of girl you want to marry. If you aren't continually fascinated by each other, it won't last.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;ii)&amp;nbsp; She Really, Really Loves Sex&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;it's not all about wowing a guy with pretzel-like positions; a big part of having amazing booty is paying close attention to his mind-set and moods during the deed so sex reaches a higher, almost spiritual level.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;iii)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She Makes It Clear He's Not Her Entire Life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot; It's flattering to a guy to realize that his girl thinks the world of him, but it's less appealing when he gets the impression that he is her world&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;A woman who depends on a man for her sense of fulfillment is a scary thing for a guy,&quot; says Gratch. &quot;Men don't want to feel smothered or totally responsible for their partner's day-to-day happiness.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;iv)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;...Yet She Still Conveys How Very Important He Is to Her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;v)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She Wants Him to Be the Best Man He Can Be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I wasn't on speaking terms with my father for years, and when I told my girlfriend this and that I just didn't care about having a relationship with him anymore, she didn't nod sympathetically. She made me call him and work things out because she knew I'd eventually regret it if I didn't.&amp;nbsp; &quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Can I have a singing partner?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/10/can-i-have-a-singing-partner.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-10:1570891</id>
        <updated>2008-06-10T15:25:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-10T15:25:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> To sing with, have projects of harmonising many songs, like the girls of...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;To sing with, have projects of harmonising many songs, like the girls of Wilson Phillips or even a guy singer. I can just be a backup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Just for leisure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Guess I still miss the days, guess he's irreplaceable.</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/10/guess-i-still-miss-the-days-guess-he-s-irreplaceable.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-10:1570884</id>
        <updated>2008-06-10T15:20:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-10T15:20:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> His English at least of a standard I am pleased to communicate in. Not too...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;His English at least of a standard I am pleased to communicate in. Not too lousy, and not too impeccable until I can't comprehend. And this &quot;just-nice&quot; standard that I can least accept is hard to find in a guy. HAHAHHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He lives only with one more person; his mum. That makes privacy reachable. I have total privacy and place to hide from the world and parents when needed. His mum and he himself kinda really valued my opinion, and kinda listened to me. I made many decisions for many things. I am not &lt;i&gt;xiao nu ren&lt;/i&gt;, guess I am really happy with this. And this arrangement is awfully difficult to find.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He is humble, don't talk too much, and quite intelligent really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He is loving, and very very very sweet. That is VERY hard to find.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And just these factors are so hard to find.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I still miss those days with him, guess he is irreplaceable. And I do not have the youth to attract another soul anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>My English Is Deteriorating!</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-08:1569454</id>
        <updated>2008-06-08T17:25:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-08T17:25:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> The younger generation is somewhat blessed, in a certain sense that their...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The younger generation is somewhat blessed, in a certain sense that their parents can afford them many development courses like the arts, singing, dancing, drawing, music, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Growing up surrounded by electronic means of communication, we see the young keying fast and furious into their mobile phones for SMS, sending out many e-mails a day, etc. Thereby, their English vocabulary only gets better. Spelling sucks as they succumb to the net language such as &quot;U R&quot; and &quot;ROFL&quot; etc. But the vocabulary is getting better as they write often, and some of their writings are really good. I have read many pretty impressive blogs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am ashamed at my own English standard as of now, compared to these young people. I hope to at least be at my previous standard, the one I had in my secondary school days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;HELP. My grammer standard has declined!&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>What is wrong with these people?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/08/what-is-wrong-with-these-people.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-08:1569420</id>
        <updated>2008-06-08T16:35:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-08T16:35:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Am sick of arrogant people exasperatingly exclaiming &quot;Speak English English!...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Am sick of arrogant people exasperatingly exclaiming &quot;Speak English English! Not Singlish!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I am proud of Singlish as my culture and will use it whenever appropriate to a common countryfolk, and will switch to using proper English when needed in formal business context. I am proud of the way I speak and damn I will NEVER change it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Am sick of everyone asking me &quot;any updates?&quot; and somehow I knew what they are referring to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They are usually those of the few same characters and what they are really saying is &quot;any new relationships?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And no matter HOW MANY TIMES I emphasise relationships no longer is an agenda, THEY DON'T GET IT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Getting sick of them and their stereotype as if a woman MUST have a man or something. They drive me sick. Can't they be more independent?! Funny how now I try to think of their names I can't think of any. just one green leaf, one Audrey, one XJ, one YQing. Come back to update when I do remember. Think I stopped meeting them. That is probably why I can't remember any hahhaa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then there are those complaining about how they cannot find Mr Right hard as they try. That is because they keep knowing the guys from pubs and clubs! What do you expect to find in a shallow place other than shallow people!? Then some are married with wives! Goodness! As if these women will DIE without a man. So many a times, when we meet, all they grumble about is having &quot;no man, no man, no man, am getting older, how I am alone.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;CAN'T THEY JUST STAND STRAIGHT UP ON THEIR OWN!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Think the reason why I am alone is also because I am too strong. Still I respect these &quot;xiao nu ren&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Once, I grumbled about how unhappy I am cause I am not successful, someone can actually ask &quot;Is it because you are lonely?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;THAT REALLY SET ME OFF! LONELY! MY SCHEDULE IS BLOODY PACKED WITH DIFFERENT GROUPS OF FRIENDS AND MY RELIGIOUS ACTIVITIES! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN'T BE LONELY! DON'T THINK I AM THE SAME!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;GOSH! The loneliness I felt is perhaps only stemming from the fact that I am sooooooooooo busy and sooooooooo distant from being me. So I keep postponing meeting this lady friend, to show how busy I really am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then there are my parents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Dad mentioned how good they are to us, how they let us learn what we chose and did not force us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate him for saying and thinking that I WANTED to learn ballet. I was forced into that ugly translucent costume by my mother who wants me to learn to be graceful. I hated all that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hate my mother for asking &quot;why did you take up CPA? That shows you have a drive to achieve more! It's good!&quot; When it was her telling me all about my eldest maternal Malaysian cousin taking all sorts of secondary certs and degrees, and won't stop saying things like &quot;you don't want to do your CPA? you don't want to do your CPA? You dont want to do your CPA?&quot; Like it was such a hard fact to accept and she wouldn't stop nagging until I started doing the CPA. And now I am probably the only Singaporean who failed in Australian CPA! What a great &lt;i&gt;&quot;boost&quot;&lt;/i&gt; to my self-confidence, a complete waste of time and lotsa money! Everytime I get reminded of CPA, in whatever sense, my blood boils!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Can't have my own life without them as it is not a culture here nor is it practical to live away from your parents. Pretty often, I go to the company doctor for consultation. Not necessarily taking MC all the time, but for the medication.&amp;nbsp; If I should call back home to tell them I am taking MC, the first thing I hear from my parents is how much time-off I take for consultation, and how many MCs I have taken. I mean, there are 14 MCs for each year! Half the year has past and I have only taken 3! So another day is ALOT? I can't even rest in peace and go home when I am sick! I used to have a place for solace as my ex lives only with his mum and I have the keys to his apartment and no one is usually at his place in the day. I always go to his place for resting. How I miss those days, at least there is a place to hide from the world!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;WHAT A BUNCH OF IDIOTS! None the worse than my parents though. Think I will always hate them for that idiotic roundabout they are playing. FUCK IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Reading</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/08/reading.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-08:1569406</id>
        <updated>2008-06-08T16:05:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-08T16:05:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I hardly read. No time, not even for papers, much less a book.   But have...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hardly read. No time, not even for papers, much less a book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But have been reading books written by Neil Humphreys, about this island that I live in. He has been residing in Singapore for enough a time as 7 years, to be writing about the good, wonderful as well as bad and strange things about Singapore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It is a consolation to me, to be reading someone else views that coincides with mine. As opposed to Neil, I have lived for a short time overseas, to appreciate the good things about Singapore and scoff at the bad compared to other countries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am glad to read his viewpoints on how we should be proud of Singlish as a culture, as much as others are about their slangs (aussies, rural parts of US and UK, etc). About how Singlish can be appropriate to communicate as much as proper English in certain circumstances. How many can actually alternate the usage between the two skilfully, as some of us are as eloquent as that. About how rare safety and security one can enjoy in Singapore actually is compared to the rest of the world. About how people travel to another country only to live, eat and mix around with their own kind. What is the point of going all the way to another part of the world and you do not embrace their culture? You learn nothing! I am one of the rare Singaporeans who went to live with a diversty of people whilst in Melbourne on purpose, because I don't want to live with Singaporeans, eat with Singaporeans and come back as a Singaporean. And I am proud to have done that, though now thinking about it, I do not know where I got the courage to endure the filth and insecurity living with that many different people in an old house in a district with many ex-convicts and drug addicts. About how ironic the Govt is strict on nudity and violence, while legalising prostitution. About how kiasu-ism is the ugliest trait we display......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Am glad my views are validated, no matter how small a way it is. As not even Neil knows I am almost in total agreement with what he writes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Kriss Kross - Jump</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/08/kriss-kross-jump.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-08:1569400</id>
        <updated>2008-06-08T15:49:32+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-08T15:49:32+02:00</published>
        <summary> Searched for the video when I heard the song played on 95fm.   One mentioned...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;Searched for the video when I heard the song played on 95fm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One mentioned as comments on the video &quot;dang folks must be puttin hormones in our school food supply because im 13, and dont nobody in my town thats that age, is that small, this aint the only time ive thought about this... we make folks back then look like 9 year olds.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One replied to that &quot;Probably because the children were allowed to be children back then.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I agree, I am lucky to be a normal child of the 70s. Ain't missing no childhood.&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>wchua24</name>
            <uri>http://wchua24.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>How To Properly Communicate With The Visitors Of Your Real Estate Blog</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wchua24.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/06/how-to-properly-communicate-with-the-visitors-of-your-real-e.html" />
        <id>tag:wchua24.blogspirit.com,2008-06-06:1568462</id>
        <updated>2008-06-06T18:08:36+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-06T18:08:36+02:00</published>
        <summary>Many real estate companies, brokers, and agents are now putting up their own...</summary>
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          Many real estate companies, brokers, and agents are now putting up their own real estate blog to help their business grow into a global scale. Not only does it provide an almost unlimited number of potential clients and customers at their disposal, the possibility of huge profits is just one of the interesting factors why there are a lot of them around on the Internet.Despite the endless possibility of popularity and profit that a real estate blog can give to their owners, it is a known fact that not all of them can attain a mediocre of success in the venture. It will all depend on the Internet marketing strategies that they implement to make their site accessible to the online public, the communication they have with their visitors is also a big factor to consider.Be Polite In Your ApproachIf you keep your blog site updated with content that can keep your visitors interested in the venture, then there is a big possibility that they will be communicating directly with you regarding their inquiries and reactions.Often times, visitors communicate with the owner of the real estate blog through the use of the comments in each post. It is very important that you should always reply to these posts as politely as possible to avoid any misunderstanding, especially in the case of negative comments.We can never deny the fact that there are radicals out there who would go out of their ways to ruin a person's popularity – and blogs have quite a lot of them. When you do get the chance to have these publicly humiliating comment directed at you, then it would best to remain neutral in the matter and answer as respectfully as possible. Not only will it raise you in the eyes of the rest of the visitors, the public relations that you get from it is an added bonus.Be InformativeReal estate property investors prefer agents, brokers, or professionals that are knowledgeable in the real estate market. When you do receive one of these communications, in which your visitors will be asking you questions regarding your venture, then it would be best to answer as informative as possible.The depth of your knowledge in the real estate business will reflect on how you answer their questions. It's best to pull out the stops at this point in time and give it everything you got.Communicating with the visitors of your real estate blog requires professionalism and in-depth knowledge in the real estate market. If you get it right, then these visitors becoming potential clients and customer is definitely a big possibility.Vanessa Arellano Doctorhttp://realestatepr.org
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Word of the Day: Bigoted</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/01/word-of-the-day-bigoted.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-06-01:1563845</id>
        <updated>2008-06-01T06:20:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-06-01T06:20:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Meaning: &quot;utterly intolerant of any creed, belief, or opinion that differs...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;Meaning: &quot;utterly intolerant of any creed, belief, or opinion that differs from one's own.&quot; from &lt;span class=&quot;src&quot;&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;br /&gt; Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Fear</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/22/fear.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-05-22:1556049</id>
        <updated>2008-05-22T16:25:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-05-22T16:25:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Why feel self-pity?   Why feel sorry for myself?   Why broke?   Why...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;Why feel self-pity?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why feel sorry for myself?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why broke?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why immature?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why waddling?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why no action?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why is nothing happening?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why am I not growing up?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why fear?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fear fear fear fear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why sad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why angry?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why ugly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why don't I see me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why death?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why irascibility?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why irritability?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why tired?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fear fear fear fear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>My temper</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/16/my-temper.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-05-15:1550972</id>
        <updated>2008-05-15T18:05:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-05-15T18:05:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I realised my temper is such that:   As long as something is not negotiable...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I realised my temper is such that:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As long as something is not negotiable at work, and it gets me everytime, I think of leaving.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;For example, boss asks me to do something, Task X.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I was resistant, boss did not understand why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then I talked about my frustration with my colleagues. My colleagues suggested ways to let her know, how to phrase things better, as I have no idea how to talk properly when my temper is bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I calmed down and spoked to boss, explained properly why I am reluctant to do as she says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Boss nodded in understanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But time comes when she can justify her stand as to why Task X needs to be done, irregardless of how difficult things are, ignoring MY reasons of why we cannot do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We are humans not robots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then my temper is such, things cannot get through and I am forced to do things in a way I do not like to, then I contemplate resignation cause I cannot work with my boss. I don't see how I can ever respect her cause she does not seem to have ever handled operations. Probably one of those with degrees that hit the top spot at one leap.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;As such how is it that I can ever stay in any job more than 2 years?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I can't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I need to tame my temper but I can't see anyway to go about Task X.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Things DELETED don't seem to totally delete!!</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/14/things-deleted-don-t-seem-to-totally-delete.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-05-13:1549208</id>
        <updated>2008-05-13T18:35:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-05-13T18:35:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Like, I deleted a post......... but it always shows in search engines. Then...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Like, I deleted a post......... but it always shows in search engines. Then when you view it from the search engines, it is still there.... Then if you click on any link on that deleted post, it disappears in the next page as an unavailabe option.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I need to do something about it.....&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Fan Tai Sui</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/13/fan-tai-sui.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-05-13:1549183</id>
        <updated>2008-05-13T18:00:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-05-13T18:00:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> This Lunar New Year, I am supposed to Fan Tai Sui.      For my best friend,...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This Lunar New Year, I am supposed to Fan Tai Sui.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;For my best friend, it started the night before Lunar New Year even arrived. His dad landed in hospital for stroke and even now, is semi-bedridden.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;For me it has started about two months ago. Mar08.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Two office-political bad luck..... then there is the losing of things. Anything long-distance is hard to maintain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The reason why I never intended, but had overlooked bearing my own real name in my blog, is that, I don't want people who know me personally know my real thoughts. Ugly thoughts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Hatred and anger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;But I have OVERLOOKED!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;and my name was there TWICE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And I have deleted the blog but somehow, when I try to search for the blog in online search engines, it still shows?!?!?!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Had more to write, but am tired. Need to go gym tomorrow so shall take my rest now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Saw his pictures as a &quot;teacher&quot;. Suddenly looking at his pictures, I realised, he is very very very ordinary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Just so ordinary. Suddenly it dawned on me why people don't understand what I see in him.... hahahhhaha&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Goose Pimples</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/12/goose-pimples.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-04-12:1527841</id>
        <updated>2008-04-12T14:30:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-04-12T14:30:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Wah, read this, perhaps once in a while so as to give myself a  confidence...</summary>
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          &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify&quot;&gt;Wah, read this, perhaps once in a while so as to give myself a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;confidence boost&lt;/span&gt;? HAHAHAHAHAHAH Am I mean to display this on a blog? though anonymously? Is this bad and inviting bad karma?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;Dear, dear Lorena,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;I have just received your e-mail and I'm so very sorry to hear about your awful pain and despair. Oh, poor you ! What pain you've been in ! It's just terrible to hear how you've been suffering. I don't know what to say except that I want to take you in my arms and hold you and take away your pain. But, dear Lorena, please, please, please don't have these thoughts about 'leaving this world' anymore. I can't bear to read that. You're so beautiful, so warm, so friendly, so feminine and, for what it's worth, you took &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; man's breath away when he met you. I feel hugely privileged that you felt you could write to me about what you've been going through, and I want you to know that no matter how difficult things get, or how negative you feel, I am always here, okay ? Please write to me at any time and I will always reply or, even better, call me (+44 4444 444 444 home in UK or +44 4444 444 444 mobile anywhere). I can always call you back if you wish to save money. You can call me at any time. I don't care if it's day or night, just call if you want or if you need to talk about &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. I don't care what it's about. If you need to talk about the pain you're in, your worries or your heartache about relationships, please just write or call me, okay ? No strings. I don't expect anything. Just want to be here for you if that helps, because meeting you, dear Lorena, touched my life in the loveliest possible way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;I so hope that your eczema is a little better today, when you receive this message, better even by the smallest degree. Maybe some of the pain has subsided now. I certainly hope so. I hate to think of you going through such suffering.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;You know, I do understand about the pain and the feelings of self-destruction one undergoes when your partner leaves you. As you'll probably recall, I married the same woman twice because I loved her, openly and freely and with all my heart, and I believed in everything good that was our marriage - only to have this totally trashed by her. However, I have come to understand that some people never respond to this kind of openness to life, and one has to let them go their own way. It's hard; very, very hard. Your ex left you, dear Lorena, not because you were bad, not because of your eczema, not because he was younger, but because he was not ready for the beautiful you. Don't you see that ? There's nothing wrong with you, and there's absolutely no reason to blame yourself in any way for another person's shortcomings any more. I know this is easy to say, and you're probably thinking, &quot;stupid Kit, what does he know?&quot;, and I quite understand your feeling like that, but, at the end of the day, sweetheart, only you can live your life. When a man has the wisdom, intuition and humanity to see the wonderful things you bring to his life, then he will love you with all his heart. I know that this is true and you've just gotta believe me. Please trust my judgment in this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;Well, I must go back to work now. I'm sorry that I can't write more, but work is very pressurised at present. I crave sleep ! Lol. However, I am sending a warm, tender hug and lots of friendship to a very special lady in Singapore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;I'm also going to attach a picture of my children in Venice, taken in November, and a very happy photo taken with good friends in Melbourne the day before I met you. :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;Please write again soon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;Kiss kiss,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000FF&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; XXXxx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Irascible</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/11/irascible.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-04-11:1526968</id>
        <updated>2008-04-11T07:35:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-04-11T07:35:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> Was invited to add this application in Facebook. Called something like...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Was invited to add this application in Facebook. Called something like &quot;Birthday Meanings&quot; and found this part of my greatest weakness pretty accurate:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Irascible and easily stirred up to strong love or bitter hatred, jealous and envious.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And I can't agree more. That was what my poor-ex had to put up with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So its understandable why he left me. hahaa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Excruciating Pain</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/10/excruciating-pain.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-04-10:1526511</id>
        <updated>2008-04-10T16:35:00+02:00</updated>
        <published>2008-04-10T16:35:00+02:00</published>
        <summary> I wrote back to the British scriptwriter:...</summary>
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          &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;I wrote back to the British scriptwriter:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;Hi XXX,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Yes definately change is the only constant thing in life, I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But change itself has two edges: change for the better or for the worse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Today I am writing to you in pain, my skin just did a turn for the worse. This part of me, ugly, not at all positive, and you will see for the first time how negative I can get when things get to this stage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A week ago, my mum cleaned up my room as usual, and noted stains on my pillow. Got me a new pillow and insists that I have a towel on top of the pillow cover to reduce the stains. We gather the stains come from the humidity in Singapore as well as oil I put in my scalp when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Monday evening at work, I felt this intense itch, in some parts of my body that I have to keep going toilet to wash to ease the itch, not the scalp tough. My scalp started oozing this..... secretion. But just the base of my head. So I just used tissue to dab the liquid off and excused myself away from work for the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tuesday early morning, I found more oozing from my head and that intense itch from the part of the body again. Half the head was in that secretion my scalp oozed out. I popped two steroid tables and showered to get the secretion away and went to work as usual. Along the day, the secretion and itch just increased. I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Come Wednesday early morning, I awoke to find the towel on my pillow totally wet from the oozed secretion.&amp;nbsp; My head was totally damped I was shocked. I went straight to the shower and washed away the secretion. The pain was &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;. I felt faint. I quickly applied my usual medication on the rest of my body and dressed up and headed straight to the hospital. I did not alarm my parents, knowing how they tend to exaggerate and worry too much. And I will get more stressed from their reaction and that itself will bring about more problems to my skin. ( Eczema reacts to stress pretty badly.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I got to the hospital I was the first in queue, and I went straight up to the nurse and said &quot;Hi, I am aware the specialist will only see patients upon making appointments. But this is really really urgent. Can you speak to Dr Tay to say I need to see him?? He knows me, and its an emergency!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The nurse went &quot;Dr Tay is not in Singapore at the moment, will only be back two weeks from now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot; I have to see one as soon as posslbe. Which other skin specialist is available?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Dr Ang, and I cannot guarantee he will see you. We place the patients on appointments in priority, even if you wait, and he comes in only at 10am ( it was 8.30am then), I can't guarantee he will see you. So its better to have made an appointment.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I was quite desperate and sounded very impatient to say &quot;Yeah I am aware, as I have said before but I can't predict an emergency~&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Yeah I understand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;So I will just head down to the National Skin Centre then....&quot;&lt;br /&gt; She shrugged and gave me my appointment card back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is the service attitude, that is supposed to be good, in Singapore?~?!~?~?~?~ She could have suggested me to head down to the Accident and Emergency (A&amp;amp;E) department! And she did not mention anything! That shows how willing she is in helping yeah? But anyway, I do know about the A&amp;amp;E in Singapore and think I'd rather be with a specialist who is familiar with me. So I headed down to National Skin Centre to see the previous specialist I was with, who watched me grew up in this skin disorder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I finally reach National Skin Centre, I asked to see Dr Seow,. Thank goodness he was on duty! I was put on queue without appointment so I had to wait like 1 hour to see him. Fair deal for me really, as I could have been made to wait 5 hours at other clinics without appointment as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dr Seow called my number. I knocked and entered his room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Hi Lorena! Long time no see! how have you been&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Pretty bad shape doctor. If I am here to see you, that means I can't handle this on my own&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He reached to feel my hands, and I said &quot;Its my scalp Dr Seow, I don't if you are prepared for this. If you remember, I have had this scalp eczema since I was 12, but it was never this bad! I have a towel on my pillow and it was all wet this morning with this...... secretion thing. And my hair was all damp!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He looked at my scalp. &quot;Yeah its like that when its acute, that's why its called &quot;shi zheng (wet illness in mandarin)&quot;. There will be secretion when its acute, and the reason why it is this bad now is most likely because you have suffered an infection.....Have you used a different shampoo lately? No? Any contact with chemicals? Do you dye your hair? No? Change in diet? ok, have you had flu or fever recently?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Yes I just recovered two weeks ago, finished the anti-biotics and still had the sore throat for another week...&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;That is probably when you are infected. Eczema patients have open wounds around their body as the skin cracks from dryness. That makes Eczema patients easily infected, further more if you are weak from fever, you get infected even more easily. No cause for alarm, Lorena. Use the shampoo I prescribe. I will also give you a heavy 60 tablet steroid course. You take a good 3 days rest. I am giving you 3 days MC. And I want to see you again in another two weeks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;How long do you think I will take to heal Dr Seow?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;At least 3 days.... if not then by the end of the week you should be fine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Really no cause for alarm? It was never never this bad. Hardly had secretion from half the head, less say the whole head.&quot; I sounded.. upset, I guess.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He explained &quot;Yes eczema is rare on the scalp. I do agree with that. you are right. But tis really the same thing, just on a different part of the body.&quot; That was not really my question actually, but.......... Anyhow, we then chatted, he asked about my father and brother and I was pleasantly surprised he can still remember them! haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went home and popped the pills. Told my parents not to ask me questions and just prepare light lunches and meals for me. Porridge and vegetable was all I wanted to eat. Went into my air-conditioned bedroom hoping to &quot;dry&quot; the secretion. It wouldn't stop. Come evening, shower time, I knew it was going to be horrifying. The instruction given to use the shampoo was &quot;Rub into scalp.&quot; I was hestitant, as even just having water over the scalp was painful,... and I am supposed to RUB the shampoo into the scalp?!?!? RUB?~! I did as instructed. Even so I was not ready for the acute pain. Just wished I had fainted from that pain, knock my head against the tap or something and leave this world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Today was painful as well, not as painful as yesterday, but I braced myself to take a closer look at my scalp. Open wounds all over, without myself scratching. It just came from the soaking in the wet secretion, and thus the scalp was fragile and soft and gives way to even gentle rubbing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Many times, I really wished I can die straight away. Why suffer from this? I can't do so many things because I have severe eczema. I live in Singapore, a city that is what I called a victim of beauty, outward beauty that is. The number of pretty girls here outnumber girls like me like 90-10. Its a stessful societly whereby people are ruled by outward appearance, whether it be job interviews or social life. I just know from all this pain, that NEVER will I ever have children, for they will suffer like me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Two states I was in that I will never want my friends to experience:&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;my pain and itch from eczema, as well as my self-destruction and pain from when my ex left me after a long-term serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So see XXX, when I mentioned to make the best of what we have got, this is what I meant. I can be totally negative in one moment, to the extend of wishing I was dead. And then when I look at my parents, and my brother I know I have to endure with whatever I have. Do the best I can, stay sane at least, so they will not be burdened by me. Hence, make the best of whatever I have left. At least till the day my parents leave this world, then I can leave too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And now I have bored you with this complaint letter hahahah, I will release you. Thanks for listening XXX no matter how far you are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stay cheerful yeah?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Lorena.
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Kill me</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/28/kill-me.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-28:1516987</id>
        <updated>2008-03-28T05:05:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-28T05:05:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> I have already done all I could.&amp;nbsp;Mask, moisturisers, water, honey,...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have already done all I could.&amp;nbsp;Mask, moisturisers, water, honey, sleep, anti-biotics, anti-histamines, not sleeping with&amp;nbsp;fan blowing directly at my face. No air-con while sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My face is red, swollen, inflammed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My ears, super-inflammed. Peeling. Water forming on surface. Water with tiny bits of blood. Bloodwater. It smells. The ears would not stop secreting this liquid. And it itches&amp;nbsp;bad. Burns bad. If I scratch, its nasty. It looks terrible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;If I can have the courage to kill myself to stop this suffering, I will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;If I can take another MC, I will. It kills to work with this going on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I can't take no stress, skin reacts. But stress is a part of life. And definately in the working world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Kill me please, just let my life be done. I may not be suffering as much as stroke patients, or handicaps, or cancer patients, or those in real pain. I am in itch and I cannot take it. And it burns. And I don't really care how others are worse off than me, I simply cannot take it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Can I please be dead.&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>WOWWWWW</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-23:1513632</id>
        <updated>2008-03-23T10:15:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-23T10:15:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Hear this......   This is what a Briton script-writer has told me about...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;Hear this......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is what a Briton script-writer has told me about myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;May I ask, where did you learn your English? It's impeccable! Simply impeccable!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;blushed...&quot;Are you serious?!&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, yes. Absolutely. You don't speak like Aussies, with&amp;nbsp;the Aussie slang....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Don't I? I thought I do have a&amp;nbsp;slang.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;No, its just..... no slang.....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Wow, I don't get praises like this, and coming from a Briton!!! I should have recorded that down.&quot; I responded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We laughed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HEY! Talk about getting all that confidence back man! Woo-hooo!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Think I am not exactly impeccable with my language but am flattered anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Remember this!</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/19/remember-this.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-19:1510860</id>
        <updated>2008-03-19T12:25:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-19T12:25:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> I was reading Daniel's palm 15mins ago.      &quot;You're going to have two...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I was reading Daniel's palm 15mins ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;You're going to have two relationships, one of which is a marriage. Your marriage will be pretty stable, but then shortly you will have an affair. This goes on for a while and your marriage will be broken for a short while by the affair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Your marriage continues alright after the affair.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then I carried on that he will be quite rich and successful and that he is confident blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;You think I'm right?&quot; I asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;What about?&quot; he asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;The broken marriage part.&quot; I went.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;Nope, bull crap.&quot; he went. &quot;Good I answered.... just listen but don't believe it.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I know,&quot; he goes &quot;I mean, do you think I am such a person?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I don't know&quot; I answered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I stick by my morals, If that is going to happen then that girl will have to be like really really hot.....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha ......... remember this day....... what I predicted vs what will happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Dont' Mock Me</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/18/dont-mock-me.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-18:1509793</id>
        <updated>2008-03-18T00:00:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-18T00:00:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> All grown up.   Just saw Daniel this morning in shirt and pants..... all...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;All grown up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Just saw Daniel this morning in shirt and pants..... all grown up. Handsome young man, getting all the young girls' attention.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He is like C***** to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;All grown up to be brats eh? All so adorable when young and a brat and idiot when of age. Both probably thinking I am really stupid and muddle-headed. Ok, so maybe I am and they mock me. And I do not understand guys anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And me? Trying hard to let go of the little boys I once adored.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Just need to guard myself against attachment. Attachment to kids, attachment to friends, attachment to&amp;nbsp;things, the past.&amp;nbsp;Think that is a real problem with me, having attachment to things and then not letting go. Very much like Mum, and that, I do fear alot. I don't want to turn out like her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>SOTONG</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/17/nervousness-wrecks-my-brains.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-16:1509286</id>
        <updated>2008-03-16T12:10:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-16T12:10:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Was at the Changi airport yesterday, checking in, felt butterflies in my...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Was at the Changi airport yesterday, checking in, felt butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What was I nervous for? I can't really point out. Perhaps its that I have not travelled so far for a long time. Or that I am afraid that when I see J*****, we have nothing to talk about. Or in the first place, that J***** does not want to meet me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;About a month ago, I messaged J***** and told her of my confirmed arrival to Melbourne. She asked if my aunt was picking me up and whether I needed a place to stay. I replied that I was staying with my aunt and my aunt would pick me up. Then I asked her when she might be planning to see me, that if she could afford to spend some days with me. She mentioned that she will have to arrange again closer to the dates.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last Monday, I sent her yet another message, asked her to confirm when she will be meeting up with me. She told me to meet her at the corner of Elizabeth and Collins for lunch on Wednesday. Not forgetting that I once have messaged her that I will be arriving on the 15th, I thought she would have kept track and meant to meet next Wed when I do arrive.&amp;nbsp; Come Wednesday afternoon, I received a missed call and a missed message from her saying that she was waiting for me &quot;where Optus is&quot; and that she was starving. I quickly called her back when I do realise, and she never picked up. So I messaged her as soon as I could. I felt soooooooooooooo bad on the miscommunication. I messaged her to let me know when she is meeting me next week again. She messaged &quot;will let you know as I will be shifting&quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;See I am not sure. I think I have lost her.&amp;nbsp; I think I have lost her when I was too authoritative when she came to Singapore. I took one whole week of leave just for her, cause she is too important for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So probably my nervouness came from this........ that I will end up not being able to meet her and that she will no longer be a friend of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Trying to check in------Rules are soooooo tight now! Boarding time is like 1hour before departure and you have to be there at least 0.5hour before boarding time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So I went to the gates, expecting many people to be there but no one was there. For a moment, I panicked. Called my dad and told him that I see no one there and the gate is not manned. He said &quot;look carefully, there should be a sign saying when the gates will open.&quot; And I looked up, and saw this signboard, with lights, saying that the gates will only open in ten minutes. SOTONG!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I used to be more focused, resourceful, independent. If I was the me years ago, when I first went to Melbourne, I am not so muddle-headed. I would have known exactly where to go for help, ask around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Age is catching up. A big factor. SIANNNNNNNN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Melbourne Stop 1</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/18/melbourne-stop-1.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-03-16:1509799</id>
        <updated>2008-03-16T00:20:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-03-16T00:20:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Ah... coming out from the airport. Who do I see.. No one..... Frantic....</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ah... coming out from the airport. Who do I see.. No one..... Frantic. Called aunt several times.. No one picked up. Waited for a good 20mins. Then my aunt appears. Happy to see her....&amp;nbsp; and even more anxious to see Uncle whom I had not seen for the past 7 years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Uncle came to pick me up, and we headed to the first stop:&amp;nbsp;nearest Mac for uncle's breakfast. He has aged..... really aged..... And he complained about how much the airport is earning from carparking, so he comes to the Mac's parking lot to park his car. Oh yeah, you don't pay parking when you park your car at shopping centres and mac and stuff in Australia, so as to encourage people to shop at these places. Its like that, should you be charging parking, people won't want to&amp;nbsp;shop at your place. As the airport is somewhere you can't negotiate if you need to pick up friends/relatives from their flights, they charge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Main attraction for me in Melbourne:&amp;nbsp;Reminiscing in the past and FOOD.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;After Uncle finished his food, he drove me around as I mentioned I wanted to take a look at the places I have lived in before. So we started ............&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Second stop: 860 Nicholson Street, North Fitzroy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;IT HASN'T CHANGED SINCED I EVER MOVED INTO THAT HOUSE!!!! and its been like 9 years!!! AMAZING. The mess, the shrubs, the doors, (only the lock had changed)........... *****loss of words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Third stop: 101 Gratten Street, Carlton. The best place I ever lived in, walking distance to the pubs and Italian restaurants of Lygon, and where Ferraris for Grand Prix are displayed. JUST missed the Grand Prix.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Fourth stop: Centro Apartments on LaTrobe. The most posh place I ever lived in. Expensive but super convenient. Short period of stay, like 3 months. Couldn't afford it even with my part-time good paying salary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Fifth stop: Jeffcott Street. Lousy, dirty, super-short stayed apartment. Just needed that place so that when friends come visiting, I have a place for them. Think I barely stayed two months and couldn't take the filth. Its worst than Nicholson Street. Amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;All looking the same. All reminding me&amp;nbsp;so much&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;past. Things dont' change much. Except when we drive past Melbourne Central and Spencer Street station, there I see the biggest changes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Food stop for Dinner: Sofia's. STILL the best tasting pasta EVER!. Its&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;at all&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;Pastamania in Singapore. The pasta here&amp;nbsp;is cooked well and soft. Not like half-cooked. The pasta sauce is creamy, just at the right mixture, not like with water seeping out from the pasta and diluting the paste. Man, you do not know good pasta until Sofia's! The juice seeps out from the bacon,&amp;nbsp;yet the bacon is not tasteless. YUMMMMMM Of course, as it has always been, the portions are gigantic. That goes as well for the cakes and Gelati. Yeah I always mix up how its called here in Australia and in Singapore. Why do they call it Gelato in Singapore?! But I gave the Gelati a skip. Am going for the famous one in Lygon next few days.&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Internet</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/01/12/internet.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-01-12:1461849</id>
        <updated>2008-01-12T16:55:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-01-12T16:55:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Wah, restraint my use of the internet so he can go online and chat with this...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Wah, restraint my use of the internet so he can go online and chat with this J****** freaking girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Selfish idiot! WHO IS PAYING FOR THE INTERNET? And you think its your right to use it when you need it?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Everynight! When will he grow up?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Idiot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Everyone is an idiot!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;When will my skin heal, EVER? then my relatives won't keep trying to get me to go Melbourne!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What is it with them! I told them I am only making my initial entry for a week! I am not intending to stay in Melbourne at all! What is it with &quot;when are you coming here for good?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Your skin is much better here and its only getting worse there and you have a bald patch on your head already&quot; &quot;stress here is much lower&quot; &quot;'job opportunities here are good&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;GIVE IT UP ALREADY!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't want to leave and then come back once a year to see my parents aging too fast without my knowing and feeling heartache seeing them much older then when I last saw them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I want them to grow old by my side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't trust my brother with them. And even though I hate them from time to time, they are, after all, the only two who loves me on this earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Leave me alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Disgusted</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/01/10/disgusted.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2008-01-10:1460502</id>
        <updated>2008-01-10T17:00:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-01-10T17:00:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Absolutely disgusted. Ultimately disgusted.      All men are the same. They...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Absolutely disgusted. Ultimately disgusted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;All men are the same. They can't be trusted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My brother broke off with his girlfriend of 5 years. He told me only a month later. I was sad, cause I was reminded of my own pain. So sad I almost cried for this. My own pain all coming back to me again. I won't say its unexpected. But when I asked who initiated, I got a great shock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;YOU were the one? AGAIN!? What is it with you? Committment issues? Back in this life to take revenge on girls cause you were rejected all the time in your previous life or what? What do you have to xian qi ta? She has all to xian qi ni! You have nothing to offer her, yet what she did for you for the past 5 years has been that of a very sensible, matured girlfriend. Doing all for your own good. Ni Ping Shen Me? You have a committment issue or what?.............&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;His reason? &quot; I no longer enjoy being with her....... and we have nothing in common....&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;From the start???!!!!! Geez, and all relationship gets stagnant! So what happens in marriages? Divorce cause it got stagnant?! all relationships require maintenance! Keeping the fire alive! what kind of excuses are those!?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He then explained that the recent trip to HongKong with X**** was his last attempt to rebuild the relationship, hoping to realise he still loves her. That it was a difficult decision, and that was why he &quot;dragged&quot; the relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I asked of his 3 girlfriends, which he loved the most. He mentioned the 2nd one. And which he thinks loved him the most, he also mentioned the 2nd one to be the one. He also said that she was too possessive. My opinion? X**** invested more sincerity, care, concern, TIME, YOUTH, thoughts on him then any other. Respecting his privacy and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Damn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This is not exactly the disgusting part. The disgusting part is shortly after he broke the news to me, I realise he is very much part of the life of another girl. 2 years younger than X****. Everynight he would log-on to the internet to talk to that Jas**** person through Skype. Idiot. What a creep. One month, and he likes another already. He probably liked her first, then broke up with X****.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Jerk! Like my ex-es. All the same. Freaking jerks! Always leaving one for another younger one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then I realised&amp;nbsp; I don't even want to be near my brother, cause he reminds me too much of my ex. The same aura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Get away from me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>detop</name>
            <uri>http://detop.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>OpenMoko Linux phone to get Wi-Fi, faster chip</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://detop.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/01/05/openmoko-linux-phone-to-get-wi-fi-faster-chip.html" />
        <id>tag:detop.blogspirit.com,2008-01-05:1457036</id>
        <updated>2008-01-05T22:39:06+01:00</updated>
        <published>2008-01-05T22:39:06+01:00</published>
        <summary>OpenMoko is upgrading its Linux-based mobile phone with a faster processor,...</summary>
        <content type="html" xml:base="http://detop.blogspirit.com/">
          OpenMoko is upgrading its Linux-based mobile phone with a faster processor, Wi-Fi networking, and better graphics abilities, the company said Thursday.The Neo FreeRunner has a faster 500MHz processor, compared with 266MHz for the Neo 1973 introduced last July.It's also got built-in hardware for 2D and 3D graphics along with new motion sensors that can trigger automated behavior. The wireless networking supports the 802.11b/g standards.The company will preview the new version at the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas next week and begin selling it to developers in the spring.OpenMoko is a subsidiary of First International Computer, based in Taiwan. &lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/antler-lights.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/antler-tables.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/antoine-lavoisier.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/antoinette-bower.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/anton-lavey.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/anton-van-leeuwenhoek.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://freewebtown.com/gulop/antonella-clerici.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.news.com/8301-13580_3-9839867-39.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.news.com&lt;/a&gt;
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>I can't cope with my work, get me out of here. Should I tender tmr??</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lorena.blogspirit.com/archive/2007/12/31/i-can-t-cope-with-my-work-get-me-out-of-here-should-i-tender.html" />
        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2007-12-31:1453238</id>
        <updated>2007-12-31T04:40:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2007-12-31T04:40:00+01:00</published>
        <summary></summary>
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        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Broke, tired, empty.</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2007-12-30:1452865</id>
        <updated>2007-12-30T12:35:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2007-12-30T12:35:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Damn broke,      Bad year ahead financially I can tell.      CPA causing me...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Damn broke,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Bad year ahead financially I can tell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;CPA causing me brain and wallet damage, work giving me countless challenges.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Will I reach my dream of becoming an Assistant Manager earning $3.8 by 31?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Doubt it. Come to think of it, that is quite unrealistic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Feel helpless in the new firm, everyone is new. Turnover is high and the old-timers jumping ship, because of the good economy and tough times ahead with new system implementation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;That means, heavy-timed meetings, causing work backlog and overload, UATs, more meetings, parallel running, coupled with the financial year-end audit in April08 that clashes with UATs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Stupid timing, what made them plan like that?! And the head office had to be so stupid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have went back office to work this weekend. About 10 hours yesterday and today I worked for 8 hours. My weekends going to be burnt like that for the next 6 months of closing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And as I mentioned before, the staff here are f**king arrogant, young, gradutes, who have seen nothing but think they know everything. Called &quot;young and dynamic&quot;? I call them young and f**king rude, pampered things. Seen too many of those, married pampered, stayed long in the company think they know the whole company upside down, not open-minded and unreceptive to new ideas and attitude problem.&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>Impractical</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2007-12-25:1450268</id>
        <updated>2007-12-25T17:15:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2007-12-25T17:15:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> Amazingly impractical.... STILL!         Saw W****'s picture on facebook....</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Amazingly impractical.... STILL!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Saw W****'s picture on facebook. Ever so beautiful, a star. She should go be a star. What is she doing getting our accounting field's rice bowl?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And I thought, what made him think he can EVER have her?~ Based on what? Looks, none, money, she has more, education, she is better. Ummmm......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;He bought a MacBook. I asked how much it cost. He said $3.5K and that it wiped out his savings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Then he talked about how irrational that is, that he has to think in a way to please the situation and so take it as an investment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And he still owes his mum's friend his diploma studies money. And that will probably never be returned. Its a debt maybe 4 years old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;I think I can afford to be irrational this time. When older, I must think more.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My guess? He will never be able to fight temptations, cause he goes with his reckless feelings. He will remain the same.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Stupid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>New Year Celebration</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2007-12-23:1449339</id>
        <updated>2007-12-23T17:15:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2007-12-23T17:15:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> There are friends, and there are friends.   Some friends you want nothing to...</summary>
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          &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;There are friends, and there are friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Some friends you want nothing to do with anymore. Some you want to meet once in a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have many I want to do nothing with anymore. Those insensitive to my feelings, when they gather in couples and pairs and I am the only single person in that social gathering.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Those insensitive to my non-achievements, and bring their career woes to confide with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Some insensitive to my eczema and size status and tell me about themselves being fat and ugly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't want to spend my New Years with them. No way am I joining them for a New Year celebration.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Some I want to be close to, but are not close to me. Takes two hands to clap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I don't want to be alone next Christmas and New Year holiday season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>New Year Resolutions</title>
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        <id>tag:lorena.blogspirit.com,2007-12-23:1449288</id>
        <updated>2007-12-23T16:05:00+01:00</updated>
        <published>2007-12-23T16:05:00+01:00</published>
        <summary> 1. Get my CPA program completed SUCCESSFULLY.   2. Get confirmed in my...</summary>
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          &lt;p&gt;1. Get my CPA program completed SUCCESSFULLY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Get confirmed in my current firm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Impress superiors and get commendation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Chant more regularly to get my eczema completely healed without any more creams, and for parents to be happier and wiser, and for brother to be more mature and less selfish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Lose weight. STARVE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Be as sucessful as peers, earning a competitive salary comparable to theirs. Else, break all contacts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmm.......&lt;/p&gt;
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    </entry>
        <entry>
        <author>
            <name>Lorena</name>
            <uri>http://lorena.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri>
        </author>
        <title>What happens now?