<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:14:58.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signorina Q is here to stay.</title><subtitle type='html'>I think I am. I believe I am. I am what I am. Accept that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7150993614878432912</id><published>2009-12-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:03:14.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no other way to express how I feel right now.</title><content type='html'>I am really really really upset. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7150993614878432912?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7150993614878432912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7150993614878432912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7150993614878432912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7150993614878432912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-no-other-way-to-express-how-i.html' title='There is no other way to express how I feel right now.'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-1963157207937674843</id><published>2009-12-06T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:02:30.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another revelation</title><content type='html'>"You need to love yourself for someone else to love you for who you are."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-1963157207937674843?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1963157207937674843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=1963157207937674843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/1963157207937674843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/1963157207937674843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-revelation.html' title='Another revelation'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7239288608370283597</id><published>2009-06-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:26:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is getting better...</title><content type='html'>and I do believe that is true. In the last 3 days, I have received nothing but good news. They are as follows:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Monday - I received a letter from the Immigration Checkpoint Authority informing that my Singaporean PR application has been successful. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tuesday - I got promoted! I was surprised by that, given that I have only been with the company for about 9 months. Well done, Zan Li!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wednesday - I received an email from one of the companies that I applied to for a job, indicating their interest. Hmmmm....what to make of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I am just sitting in my favourite chair, waiting for more good news to come my way so that I can list it below no.3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all beyond me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7239288608370283597?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7239288608370283597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7239288608370283597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7239288608370283597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7239288608370283597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-getting-better.html' title='It is getting better...'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-8016544175183155136</id><published>2009-06-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:43:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm right here..waiting for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift - LOVE STORY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were both young when I first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts:&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.&lt;br /&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;and say hello;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles,&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase,&lt;br /&gt;begging you, 'Please, don't go.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you.&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me; I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me - they're tryin' to tell me how to feel;&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story - baby just say "Yes.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever comin' around.&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come.&lt;br /&gt;Is this in thy head? I don't know what to think-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. Oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have faith that we will one day meet and connect on all levels. For now, I am savouring every sweet moment that life proffers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-8016544175183155136?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8016544175183155136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=8016544175183155136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/8016544175183155136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/8016544175183155136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-right-herewaiting-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m right here..waiting for you...'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3444663813136196144</id><published>2009-04-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:43:39.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quid Pro Quo...maybe?</title><content type='html'>Do you honestly believe that we are born to give others without asking for anything in return? That we possess charitable hearts and are abound with sincere generosity? Most people would say that we benefit others so that we can benefit ourselves - that we are in it for the money, success and recognition. Yes, that may be true but we can only help others if we can help ourselves. Therefore, by offering our services to others, we will gain both material wealth and long-lasting joy. This kind of happiness is beyond description. There are no befitting words for this experience. Although it may appear that we are helping others for our own benefit, but if it brings us self-gratification as well, why not? Don't let others judge us for what we do. The only judge we have to face is ourselves. Ask yourself first: "Will this give rise to a positive outcome or cause a detriment to you and the other party?" So what if we exploit the other person? Well then, until the day we regret taking advantage of the poor souls, that relentless guilty feeling will keep following us, even till the day we pass on.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3444663813136196144?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3444663813136196144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=3444663813136196144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3444663813136196144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3444663813136196144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/04/quid-pro-quomaybe.html' title='Quid Pro Quo...maybe?'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6731729468755037764</id><published>2009-03-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:00:06.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I take my previous entry back. My life is perfect as it is. No attachment. Free from heartache. Feels nice to be able to breathe in the blissful air and savour that moment of utter freedom - freedom from emotional attachment. I only need to please one person and that is myself. It's just me-time, for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/ScJqfbozjLI/AAAAAAAAACI/3_FTiVY-c-4/s1600-h/CSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/ScJqfbozjLI/AAAAAAAAACI/3_FTiVY-c-4/s320/CSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927598478003378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6731729468755037764?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6731729468755037764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=6731729468755037764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6731729468755037764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6731729468755037764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward.'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/ScJqfbozjLI/AAAAAAAAACI/3_FTiVY-c-4/s72-c/CSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6290128753826698963</id><published>2009-02-02T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:57:57.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You best believe, best believe I'm yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...I won't hesitate no more, no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;only knew how I feel about him right now and actually reciprocate. Then life would be like the perfect picture hanging on the bare whitewashed wall in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6290128753826698963?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6290128753826698963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=6290128753826698963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6290128753826698963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6290128753826698963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-best-believe-best-believe-im-yours.html' title='You best believe, best believe I&apos;m yours.'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-8515487665550906914</id><published>2009-01-18T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:14:27.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>Better late than never, I always say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am almost a month late in wishing you avid readers (if there are any of you out there) a happy new year but my schedule has been pretty tight: with all the work, partying, recovering from all those nights of endless partying and travelling from one destination to the next. As you can see, NOW is all the time I have to tend to my beloved, esp since I am in the midst of recuperating from this dreadful, AWFUL flu-cum-stomach bug - it is virulent, I tell ya. Even my poor mother and grandmother both caught it thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How has your weekend been? My last 3 weekends, including this one, have been very much sedate. It has gone to the other extreme! I feel like there's something missing in my life. Like a part of me has vanished off the face of the earth. Does this mean that I have become a party animal???!! Oh noooo...!!!!! I am such a late bloomer. Most of my friends started partying from the rightful age of 18 (some even younger) whereas I was....what on earth was I doing at that time? I can't even recall much of that time now. How sad. Anyhoo, that is all in the past now and I must count my blessings and focus on creating a better future for myself and others around me. I know I have gone off on a tangent but what the heck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is my new year's resolution? I have written down a list. Where's your list? Hmmm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-8515487665550906914?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8515487665550906914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=8515487665550906914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/8515487665550906914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/8515487665550906914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3544048794433480055</id><published>2008-10-03T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:16:24.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals</title><content type='html'>1. Survive a year of tax, at least.&lt;div&gt;2. Save up for my Euro trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Become a happier person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Instill positivity in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Have a healthier and well-balanced lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Polish up my English and learn Mandarin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Get in touch with my spiritual-self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Shed 3 kilos!!! And tone up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Meet more people and be amiable with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Read more good, worthy books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Be more focused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Stay strong, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I am able to fulfill at least half of my goals by the middle of next year. Let's see how it goes, yea? Support me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3544048794433480055?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3544048794433480055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=3544048794433480055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3544048794433480055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3544048794433480055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-goals.html' title='My Goals'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6854614884897493470</id><published>2008-09-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:46:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the real world!</title><content type='html'>Yes..yes..I have finally landed myself a job at KPMG! Whoopeeeeeeee!!! &lt;div&gt;I'm entering into the second week of work and already the work pile is progressively rising, file by file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna be swamped with work sooner than I expected. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much to learn and yet, too little time to digest everything at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just breathe. Take one step at a time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the way Jordin Sparks sings it ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's no need to rush..It's like learning to flyyyy....la la dee laaaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles, my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signorina Q (inspired by gossip girl..keke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6854614884897493470?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6854614884897493470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3326048073686594099</id><published>2008-07-31T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:45:29.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's important to me right now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't got the slightest clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I screwed or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need direction...can you please be that kind person so as to direct me to the right path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3326048073686594099?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6961647104420671737</id><published>2008-07-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:31:02.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things you just can't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;by Britney Spears&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want it that way &lt;/span&gt;by Backstreet Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;by 98 Degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying without wings &lt;/span&gt;by Westlife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nottinghill, She's All That, Never Been Kissed, 10 Things I Hate About You....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these things will always remind me of you..of us when we were one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were many other songs that helped create an emotional connection to you but these are the few that stick so strongly, like super glue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I have let you go...but somehow I am still holding onto those memories and anything that can associate me with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not expecting or hoping for a second chance but somebody asked me a question and it got me thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I had to choose between my close girlfriend or you to meet up, I would outrightly say my close girlfriend" &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but I would only be lying to myself because my heart says otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could rewind back to that year..to those months...and change what happened between us and treated you better...but what's the point right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least something good came out of us - even though we didn't fit together as a couple - and I am glad that we're closer now than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*winks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6961647104420671737?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6961647104420671737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=6961647104420671737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6961647104420671737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6961647104420671737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-you-just-cant-forget.html' title='Some things you just can&apos;t forget'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-1452335849665081229</id><published>2008-06-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:06:28.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say "Never".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Don't you agree with this phrase? Never say, "Never". I'm sure you have heard tons of people who say, "I will never do this" or "I will never be like that person" or "I will never be caught dead wearing that". All of this sound awfully familiar? I feel that when you incorporate "never" in an important statement that you're about to proclaim to the rest of the world, at the end of the day, you always tend to eat up your own words. In turn, the word "never" kinda has the effect of jinxing yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have often heard many people said that they would never do/don that and it sounded like they were gonna uphold the promises they made to themselves forever. Yea, maybe they did keep those promises for a month or two, or for a year. They were weakened by some special force that was far more powerful than their own willpower. And thus, they succumbed to that formidable force and became what they initially vowed never to become, or wore what they previously thought was gaudy and inappropriate in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have to concede that I am one of those people who have let their arrogance to cause their own downfalls. I have learnt that one has to be very cautious about using the right words when intending to make a point or to convey a message across - you wouldn't want the other party to misconstrue your words now do you? Only then people won't misjudge you or have the impression of you as being a liar. As long as we think before we say aloud our thoughts and are aware of the consequences, we should have no qualms about saying "never" to things that are harmful to us. However, don't use "never" frivolously.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-1452335849665081229?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1452335849665081229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=1452335849665081229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/1452335849665081229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/1452335849665081229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-say-never.html' title='Never say &quot;Never&quot;.'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6288985782172056293</id><published>2008-05-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:25:36.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Relish Life</title><content type='html'>Certain experiences or events happen for a reason. In life, there is bound to be ups and downs, highs and lows. Only then we can improve ourselves, to become better characters which the world is lacking at the moment. Only then we can appreciate what is in front of us or be able to distinguish right from wrong, good from bad. We all have different lessons that we must learn from life itself. If we treat life as our teacher, then I suppose we won't be so disgruntled and resentful towards life. Instead, we start to look forward to tomorrow or to the next hour, with delight. Why hate when you can love? Why be selfish when you can find joy in being selfless? Why be angry and impatient when you know very well that anger only leads to more anger and eventually violence? Why be depressed and distressed when you can be happy and unfettered? Just let all the negativities that have been bottling up inside to dissolve and set yourself free. You just won't know what life has in store for you if you incarcerate yourself in the four-walled room, brooding in the corner and detesting LIFE.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6288985782172056293?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6288985782172056293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=6288985782172056293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6288985782172056293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6288985782172056293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-to-relish-life.html' title='Learning to Relish Life'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5624388498030043036</id><published>2008-05-15T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:08:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:((</title><content type='html'>I am having such a bad day. I thought it was over but how wrong was I. I need a break. From everything. I am going away. I don't give a damn what that person thinks! I am still going!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5624388498030043036?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5624388498030043036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5624388498030043036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5624388498030043036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5624388498030043036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':(('/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-6352185237568560488</id><published>2008-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:13:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time to be selfless...</title><content type='html'>The world is in turmoil. Recently, calamities seem to be making headlines worldwide and in all forms of media. Natural disaster after natural disaster - they just keep rolling in as if there were no tomorrow.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I find it depressing reading the news about harrowing events, especially when thousands of lives are concerned. One can't help but wonder: what's the point of reading all this, other than being up-to-date about the world's affairs, if you can't lend a helping hand? On the one hand, I wish I could be there to offer my services or skills that the aid organisations so desperately need. On the other, I feel I am not ready to take on a task of such a magnitude. It is a huge responsibility to be a volunteer and a helper. There should be more people like Mother Teresa. She is such an inspiration to us all. But I am sure there are those who emulate her devotion and care for people, or at least they try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China seems to be getting the brunt of things this year. If it is not the protests by people who strongly support the Tibetan cause, it is Mother Nature intervening, giving China a harder time by throwing in an earthquake that has claimed 18000 lives now. The Burmese junta is also in the same predicament as China. First, the brutal crackdown in September of 2007, which wasn't handled properly, and just less than 2 weeks ago, the Cyclone Nargis struck the already-impoverished country, leaving a million people homeless and famished. In the wake of all these natural disasters that have been happening, my heart goes out to all those who died and to those who survived but lost their loved ones to the wrath of Mother Nature.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope all that has been obliterated be built again as soon as possible so that the survivors can move past the trauma and continue living again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-6352185237568560488?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6352185237568560488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=6352185237568560488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6352185237568560488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/6352185237568560488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-time-to-be-selfless.html' title='It is time to be selfless...'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5840531440109995886</id><published>2008-05-12T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:12:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling 14 all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You do everything I wish I did&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants you, everybody loves you&lt;br /&gt;I know I should tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone would disappear&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you call me, I'm too scared to be me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too shy to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you (crush on you)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've got a crush on you, a crush on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5840531440109995886?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5840531440109995886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5840531440109995886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5840531440109995886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5840531440109995886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-14-all-over-again.html' title='Feeling 14 all over again'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7532384895320416828</id><published>2008-05-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:27:10.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming harmless?</title><content type='html'>Anticipation is what gives us the thrill that we crave for. In anticipation of an event, we conjure scenarios that we wish for in our heads. This is called fantasizing. It is fine to daydream, to build castles in the air, but it can't be a routine, unless your dreams have the potential to become a reality. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard not to fantasize about the things you want but don't have and about a person you really like but who doesn't reciprocate. Having said that, if one fantasizes about a certain object or subject 24-7, this fantasy can turn into an obsession and it can lead one to dangerous grounds. Anyone has the capability to go mental if the person allows the mind to wander off away from the real world. The person wouldn't be able to distinguish between what is true and what is false. Majority of us do not realise how powerful the mind is. If we do not strengthen it, just like the body, it becomes weak and vulnerable to all kinds of psychological illnesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a limit to everything. As I mentioned earlier, it is ok to dream about being in a world where everything happens in accordance with your wishes. However, do not let your daydreaming go overboard and turn it into an act of hallucination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7532384895320416828?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7532384895320416828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7532384895320416828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7532384895320416828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7532384895320416828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/05/daydreaming-harmless.html' title='Daydreaming harmless?'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-749076628482106671</id><published>2008-04-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:05:02.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to all</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in time where one realises that there are people who matter and there are those who don't or never did. Don't worry about those from the past because there is a reason why they didn't make it to the present.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-749076628482106671?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/749076628482106671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=749076628482106671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/749076628482106671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/749076628482106671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminder-to-all.html' title='A reminder to all'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-2760485585715825159</id><published>2008-03-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:22:16.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I</title><content type='html'>look forward to the future if I continue to hold onto the past? Especially when my recollection of the past consists of unhappy memories. Why can't I remember the good times instead? Because there weren't many to begin with. Those unwarranted experiences were fuelled by anger, selfishness, ignorance and also laziness. But at the end of the day, it all boils down to the "I". "I" wanting to put the blame on the other and not on myself for my misdemeanour because "I" am PERFECT; "I" having high expectations and expecting my wishes to be fulfilled because "I" am so GREAT; "I" not bothering to help appease the madness because "I" am just too indolent; and "I" getting impatient and irritated for plans that didn't happen because "I" just can. Now I realise that I am NOT that PERFECT; NOT that GREAT; and I can be QUITE LAZY and IMPATIENT and IRRITABLE. After all, I am only human and we were not born as flawless creatures - but really we were brought into this world equipped with our own special talents and unique shortcomings. Why? To make the best with what we are endowed with and to continuously improve ourselves until we achieve our own version of perfection. At least, I know my weaknesses and I willingly admit them with dignified humility - a little bit of that quality comes a long way. The important thing is that I take away something valuable - a lesson or a few - from the past and use it to my best advantage. I have learnt something. Have you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to MY future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; has just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-2760485585715825159?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2760485585715825159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=2760485585715825159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/2760485585715825159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/2760485585715825159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-can-i.html' title='How can I'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3910365962568320354</id><published>2008-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:54:01.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newfound Fighting Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230);   font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I AM A FIGHTER NOW...THANKS TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all that you put me through,&lt;br /&gt;You think I'd despise you,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I wanna thank you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've made me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, that you were true&lt;br /&gt;guess I, I couldn't trust&lt;br /&gt;Called your bluff, time is up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You were, there by my side&lt;br /&gt;Always, down for the ride&lt;br /&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating&lt;br /&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you&lt;br /&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how just how capable I am to pull through&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you, cause it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;All of, your backstabbing&lt;br /&gt;Just so, you could cash in&lt;br /&gt;On a good thing before I realized your game&lt;br /&gt;I heard, you're going around&lt;br /&gt;Playing, the victim now&lt;br /&gt;But don't, even begin&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanted to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;but that won't work anymore&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this man I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Turn out to be unjust, so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Could only see the good in you&lt;br /&gt;Pretended not to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself&lt;br /&gt;Through living in denial&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fighter and I&lt;br /&gt;I ain't goin' stop&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I've had enoughhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would forget&lt;br /&gt;But I, I remember&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/52178.jpg" width="1" height="1" /&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 48px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3910365962568320354?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3910365962568320354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=3910365962568320354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3910365962568320354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3910365962568320354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-newfound-fighting-spirit.html' title='My Newfound Fighting Spirit'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5281403078313588362</id><published>2008-03-16T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:40:15.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAM STEAM STEAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I cannot take this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm saying everything I've said before&lt;br /&gt;All these words they make no sense&lt;br /&gt;I find bliss in ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Less I hear the less you'll say&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that out anyway&lt;br /&gt;Just like before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the answers aren't so clear&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find a way to disappear&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts they make no sense&lt;br /&gt;I find bliss in ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to go away&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up when I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Shut up, Shut up&lt;br /&gt;Shut up when I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Shut up, Shut up&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I'm about to break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THAT'S HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5281403078313588362?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5281403078313588362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5281403078313588362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5281403078313588362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5281403078313588362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/03/steam-steam-steam.html' title='STEAM STEAM STEAM'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-4965762084036063479</id><published>2008-03-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:24:56.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!!</title><content type='html'>I have let YOU go. I won't let MY emotions be controlled by YOU. I won't waste MY time and effort on YOU. Why should I, when all I get is nothing but hurt and ungratefulness? It is blatantly clear that  YOU do not know what gratitude is and how to reciprocate care - only YOUR needs are what you know best. How can YOU call yourself MY FRIEND if YOU can't even, for a moment, be happy for ME? Be proud of ME? Be accepting of ME for all that I am? Instead, I sense vibes of jealousy and resentment emanating from YOU. YOU can deny all that YOU want but vibrations don't lie.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried. And, I am tired of it all. What's the point of trying when all my efforts go unappreciated? Instead, they backfire and I start to doubt myself. My other friends can attest to the fact that I am a good listener and advisor but I can just as easily flush their testimonies down the toilet bowl as one could with urine and faeces. Only YOUR words would ring incessantly in my head, like an irritating buzzing noise. I don't even know why or how YOUR comments can have a gripping effect on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is all in the past. It's over. I am moving on. I am walking in the direction of the door to inner peace and joy, and YOU are NOT going to stand in MY way.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-4965762084036063479?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4965762084036063479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=4965762084036063479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4965762084036063479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4965762084036063479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-had-enough-of-this.html' title='I&apos;VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!!'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3496853621330023290</id><published>2008-02-24T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:09:38.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one chance you'll ever see Zan Li make a fool out of herself. Enticed yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/R8Jo0h_j6XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SxMKvDhZuX4/s1600-h/I+still+Love+Tushita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/R8Jo0h_j6XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SxMKvDhZuX4/s400/I+still+Love+Tushita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170810573862201714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="box clearfix "&gt;&lt;table class="info_table" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;I still love Tushita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Tagline:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Lunch is on us! Bring your friends and family to watch this hilarious skit! A fun(d) raising lunch cum play cum auction to complete the building of the Tushita Meditation Hall (gompa) in McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala, India&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Host:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=7066055758" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;I STILL Love Tushita!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Type:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=400000010&amp;amp;c1=2" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Causes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=400000010&amp;amp;c1=2&amp;amp;c2=24" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="info_table" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;Time and Place&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Saturday, March 1, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;11:30am - 2:15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;72 Keng Lee Road, Kim Mui Hoey Kuan Association&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Street:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Opposite KK Hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;City/Town:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: -3px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=Opposite+KK+Hospital%2C+Singapore" id="global_maps_link" title="View a map for this event" target="_map" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;View Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=20464505586&amp;amp;ref=share#" onclick="return optional_drop_down_menu(this, ge('global_maps_link'), ge('maps_options_menu'), event);" class="maps_arrow" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="info_table" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;Contact Info&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Email:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:istilllovetushita@yahoo.com" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;istilllovetushita@yahoo.co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Description&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="box clearfix description"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;CAST: &lt;br /&gt;The Oracle on her meditation rock, Ma Jieh..............Cecilia Tsong&lt;br /&gt;News reader, Bracelet model, Softo Tofu.......................Elizabeth Lee&lt;br /&gt;Blur Reporter, Farah Melwani, ......................................Tara Melwani&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala, Awards Host &amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;Construction Worker.................................................Lilian Lai&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala, Shitake &lt;br /&gt;Whatanassiam &amp;amp; Construction Worker.........................Danny Chu&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala,Construction Worker........Graeme Goh&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala,Construction Worker.......Grace Tan&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala,Construction Worker...........Lynda Tan&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Citizen of Dharamsala,Construction Worker...........Zan Li Kiew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS SPECIAL APPEARANCES BY: &lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Nadya Hutagalung, Desmond Koh and Drolkar McCallum (specially airflown from Dharamsala, India, who plays herself - the frustrated director of Tushita Meditation Centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND THE SCENES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Tara Melwani &amp;amp; Sua Ee Jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTED/PLAYWRIGHT: The Star of Singapore's hit TV Sitcom, "ACHAR" - 'Mrs Uma Chhabria' aka MALTI LALWANI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds and Visuals...Shirley Ong&lt;br /&gt;Props........................Kennedy Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ARE WELCOME! PLEASE INVITE YOURSELF IF YOU HAVE STUMBLED UPON THIS PAGE &amp;amp; WOULD LIKE TO ATTEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP by 26 Feb 2008 to any of the names above or email us at: istilllovetushita@yahoo.com or post a message on our FB wall to let us know how many people you are bringing so that seats can be reserved for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do inform us if you would like a closer look at the e-invitation cum poster, we'll send you a copy by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3496853621330023290?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3496853621330023290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=3496853621330023290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3496853621330023290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3496853621330023290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/02/name-i-still-love-tushita-tagline-lunch.html' title='This is one chance you&apos;ll ever see Zan Li make a fool out of herself. Enticed yet?'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/R8Jo0h_j6XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SxMKvDhZuX4/s72-c/I+still+Love+Tushita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5270444246231691693</id><published>2008-02-22T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:31:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't we all love scandals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Did you hear&lt;/span&gt; about the latest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hong Kong scandal&lt;/span&gt; involving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Edison Chen&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; other women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you haven't, then you must either be aversive to gossip or just outdated. All you have to do is google it and you'll find an array of links relating to the scandal, with incriminating photos included. Even wikipedia serves as a good resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now pose a question to you: What makes this kind of story so scandalicious? 1. We enjoy being a "kei-poh" (a busybody); and 2. Our lives are so humdrum that we need such news to excite us. Ok, jokes aside. This scandal has highlighted the dangers that women can encounter when caught off guard. We need to be aware, especially young girls, that there are men with an ulterior motive - to exploit the female body for their own desires. Women are widely known to be the embodiment of vulnerability and men perceive that trait as something inferior. Hence they believe it is their right to take advantage of their vulnerability. I know it is difficult to see through that thick layer of epidermis and these are the guys who appear innocuous and nice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; are the ones the ladies should be wary of. But just for the record, not all men are as nasty as some portray themselves to be - there are genuine chivalrous guys who would treat a lady like she's the queen - his one and only queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to my fellow female friends, be on the lookout for such people and don't lose your guard. This event may have caused many heartaches, disappointment and anger - and even exposed a shocking revelation about some of the victims - but the positive thing that arose from the ordeal is that it has brought a sense of awareness to the world. Who would have thought we live in a perfectly safe world, devoid of peril? If you did, you're either naive for you've been sheltered from all the malice by those who have good intentions at heart, or you're in the protection of your loved ones. At least you now know the existence of amoral people and the atrocity that entails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5270444246231691693?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5270444246231691693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5270444246231691693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5270444246231691693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5270444246231691693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-we-all-love-scandals.html' title='Don&apos;t we all love scandals?'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7658239493267070321</id><published>2008-02-03T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:00:22.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interplay of Heaven, Earth and Man</title><content type='html'>Recently, I attended a feng shui talk and I wouldn't say that I'm an avid feng shui reader or practitioner but I thought it wouldn't be harmful to leairn a few things about Chinese metaphysics.  For the uninitiated, feng shui is a traditional Chinese practice believed to utilize the Laws of both Heaven, (astronomy), and Earth, (geography), to help improve one's life by tapping positive energy (chi, in Chinese). Tempting, isn't it, when your life is at its lowest point and you want to turn it around? Yes, to a certain extent, feng shui may help to bring a positive change into your life, provided you apply the correct feng shui methods and act on them. You may have a feng shui consultant do a reading for you and recommending remedies to overcome whatever obstacles you are facing at this point in time but they may work or may not, depending on your own karma. If you have bad karma, regardless of how impeccable that consultant is, the person may provide the wrong advice or suggest a cure that instead, exacerbates the predicament. Therefore, it is extremely vital that one seeks help from the Divine and one does prayers sincerely for oneself so that one day you will better equipped to help yourself and benefit others. You may not believe in the powers of prayers right now but speaking from experience, it would be foolish for any one to underestimate its powers. Of course, at the end of the day, you alone can only create your own happiness and transform your life. Feng shui and other avenues of improving one's life can play a part in allowing the positive energy to flow into your life but with the help of prayers, you can be sure that, with the right application of such means, you will succeed in changing your life, for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7658239493267070321?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7658239493267070321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7658239493267070321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7658239493267070321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7658239493267070321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2008/02/interplay-of-heaven-earth-and-man.html' title='The Interplay of Heaven, Earth and Man'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7576925646354422834</id><published>2007-12-13T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T04:03:04.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E...LOVE and...One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>Great songs are only heartfelt when the singer's/composer's own personal experiences are translated into musical notes and befitting words to accompany with them; and the singer sings from the heart. You know how a particular song can mean something to a person at one point in time. And, when it is difficult to put your feelings into words, the lyrics, the tune - the whole package - can do that task easily for you in just a few minutes, without all the fuss of racking your brain to search for the right words that represent how you feel towards the other person. Well, this song has no special meaning to me but I feel that it strongly symbolises what love really is - that when you truly love someone, you accept that person for who she/he is, the good and the bad. Real love should be unconditional. Otherwise, what is love when it comes with conditions attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxB5LiQI7Fg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxB5LiQI7Fg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halo - Haley James Scott (OST - One Tree Hill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never promised you a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;I never promised there’d be sunshine everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything I have&lt;br /&gt;The good the bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you put me on a pedestal?&lt;br /&gt;I’m so up high that I can’t see the ground below&lt;br /&gt;So help me down, you've got it wrong I don’t belong there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear I wear a halo&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t say so if you were me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I.. I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I.. I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;I always said that I would make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’m only human and that’s my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;I fall as hard as I try&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be blinded&lt;br /&gt;See me as I really am&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws and sometimes I even sin&lt;br /&gt;So pull me from that pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo&lt;br /&gt;when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;but standing from here&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn’t say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I know I am only posting these song lyrics because, other than the song having a nice tune, I have been glued to the idiot box, incessantly watching One Tree Hill in the last 2 weeks or so. Some life I have...just for now...Well, on a bright note, I am off to Melbourne this Saturday! Can't wait...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7576925646354422834?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7576925646354422834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7576925646354422834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7576925646354422834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7576925646354422834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/12/l-o-v-elove-andone-tree-hill.html' title='L-O-V-E...LOVE and...One Tree Hill'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5882152471616173601</id><published>2007-11-01T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:59:57.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>External Beauty vs Inner Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Whoa, check out those sexy legs!”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my gawd, what an eye candy!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the power of attraction lies in the external. Our eyes are easily enticed by the bodily and facial features of the subject. Why is that? Do you think we are innately drawn to people because of the way they look or has the media got a role in this matter? To some extent, the media may have influenced us to revere only those with good looks while casting away the ugly ones. On the other hand, I do believe that we enjoy idolising handsome people rather than those who are disfigured or wrinkly. Ask yourself this question: would you prefer looking at a blooming spring flower or the earthy ground on which it burgeons? Be honest now. Of course, the former, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my next question: so you think Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie (don’t ask me why I picked them but they seem to be the hottest couple in town right now) is hot at this point in time but are they gonna be remain just as good-looking in the next decade or so? Obviously not because age catches up with them. And, that applies to the rest of us. Once you’ve established that external beauty fades, like all things do, you’d find that the inner qualities that the person possesses radiate the person’s real beauty. Ideally, we would like to be admired for our personality, and not for our exterior. However, in this judgmental world, people tend to display discrimination because of our upbringing; or culture; or the media; or simply our inherent preference for perfect-looking people. For instance, the protagonist who starred in the Korean movie, “200-Pounds Beauty”, gained fame soon after the release of the movie and had probably been chosen because of her striking appearance. But did you know that she went to extreme lengths and great pains to transform her countenance and body? Yes, major plastic surgery! Should she had taken the risk to show up on the audition day looking the way she did before, I think she would have been the laughing stock of the year. It is really unfortunate that even when applying for jobs, you may have been given a chance on the grounds that you possess a pleasant-looking visage, and not based on your personality or skills. But nevertheless, that is not always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I would like to believe that we are not entirely superficial and even if we are, it is only momentarily because once you know the other person’s true colours, you will then be able to decide, with a rational mind, whether or not, he or she is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5882152471616173601?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5882152471616173601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5882152471616173601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5882152471616173601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5882152471616173601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/11/external-beauty-vs-inner-beauty.html' title='External Beauty vs Inner Beauty'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-7070899702783601155</id><published>2007-10-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:29:05.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Peace = Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"In order to create world peace, we ourselves must cultivate inner peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-7070899702783601155?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7070899702783601155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=7070899702783601155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7070899702783601155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/7070899702783601155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/10/world-peace-inner-peace.html' title='World Peace = Inner Peace'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-4421334662436768170</id><published>2007-10-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:48:06.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Standpoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/RwyrRJ9YEPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZMi_ca5LDhg/s1600-h/P1013135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119655187632886002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/RwyrRJ9YEPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZMi_ca5LDhg/s320/P1013135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/Rwyq659YEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ij6CAEDoUMI/s1600-h/P1013135.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's pretty much self-explanatory but let me emphasise it again: FREE BURMA FROM FURTHER OPRESSION AND REPRESSION! Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-4421334662436768170?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4421334662436768170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=4421334662436768170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4421334662436768170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4421334662436768170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-standpoint.html' title='My Standpoint'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XFuvo_oCxU/RwyrRJ9YEPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZMi_ca5LDhg/s72-c/P1013135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-5523939083691350351</id><published>2007-10-04T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:07:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Compassion and tolerance are not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did understand this quote until now. With all the wars and demonstrations going on in the world, one would initially think that patience and love could never put an end to human suffering. "If you don't retaliate, you are letting the other person win.". Ponder on it. So yes, you think fighting back in the name of human rights/religion/pride/ego, whatever the asset is, will restore it back to its original position or improve the dilapidating situation, you had better contemplate again before you make the next move. Do you really think violence is the solution? If you had asked me before, I would have said, "Yes, we must fight for our rights! Don't waste a single second!" However, after stumbling upon this quote from His Holiness The Dalai Lama and analysing it, I've come to the conclusion that violence is not the answer. Take The Dalai Lama for example. His Holiness has been in exile for more than 4 decades and yet His patience has not run dry. Yes, it may take a longer time to resolve things and come to an agreement with the Chinese government by using this method but it is still a peaceful means, without hurting anyone. If violence had been used, more innocent lives, both of Tibetan and Chinese descent would have been claimed. His Holiness is always making decisions that are in the interest of not only His people but also others. His altruistic efforts are admirable and we can learn so much from such a being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that one day the Chinese government will return Tibet to its people and even become good friends with The Dalai Lama, after realising that 40 years of debating and tossing over where Tibet rightfully belongs have been a total waste of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grey skies of despair may be hovering above but if we keep praying and remain positive, the sun will eventually rise and its hopeful rays will melt away the darkness of hopelessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-5523939083691350351?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5523939083691350351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=5523939083691350351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5523939083691350351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/5523939083691350351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/10/rare-revelation.html' title='A Rare Revelation'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-4879904057069483681</id><published>2007-09-29T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:13:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Freedom</title><content type='html'>Do you really know what real freedom feels like? Yes, I guess to some degree, we have all experienced freedom in the general sense of the word – freedom from exams; freedom from work; freedom from parental restraint; freedom from abuse; freedom from oppression of a dictator and so forth. And what do you get out of it? A sense of relief? Immediate satisfaction? Yes and yes. Now, here’s the one-million-dollar question: Does it last long? This kind of freedom is transient in nature and that being so you’d only savour it for a few minutes and before you know it, you’re back to square one, experiencing the very feeling that entrapped you in the first place. For example, you go on a getaway holiday to elude work for a few days. Yes, the absence of work and 24-7 fun is a dream that is being fulfilled but when you return to work the next day and when you see the mountainous pile of work sitting comfortably on your desk, awaiting you to attend to it, you’ll only be reminded that that “freedom” is short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how do you break away from this false sense of freedom? How do you outsmart it? In a way, we are the victim here – a victim that has been toyed with by our very own delusional mind. Ask yourself: What is the very factor that is causing you to lead a life that is completely contrary to your dream. Once you unearth the source, you can analyse further and continue till you reach the end result – the current you. As a wise being said, everything is interdependent and thus nothing exists independently. Our minds have been moulded to believe that the external environment is the real reason behind our unhappiness and joy. Thus we continue to brood and whine and do nothing to change. That is where you’re mistaken and it is not too late to change. Yes, of course we all like to lead a fairly comfortable, luxurious life, problem-free. However, that can never always be the case. Some have it lucky; others are not as lucky. The important thing to learn and take away with you today is that you hold the power to transform your life. Yes, YOU! If you think that whinging and lamenting will get you somewhere, then, by all means, do it. And, I assure you that you will spend your entire life hating everything and everyone around you and you will become a cranky old grouch like Oscar the Grouch in Sesame Street. On the flipside of it, if you change yourself and your perception of things, you will be able to see that life itself is not always a pain in the arse, amidst the chaos and violence in the world. Sometimes we need the negative in order to appreciate the positive and something good will always inevitably come out of something bad. That is the natural order of the world. You will gain freedom not only from work, school and so on, but from your old destructive self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this: nothing remains permanent and the fact that you know now, you can then experience REAL freedom. Until now, you have yet to taste the sweetness of true freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatcha waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-4879904057069483681?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4879904057069483681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=4879904057069483681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4879904057069483681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4879904057069483681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/09/real-freedom.html' title='Real Freedom'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-3680582266414906242</id><published>2007-09-26T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:57:57.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you do?</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know (or not), I have an atrocious habit of creating new blogs and abandoning them later due to utter laziness and lack of motivation. But I can assure you that this time, it is going to be a different picture because I feel so inspired right now (and I hope it stays that way for a long time). I am going to make this my little project and I guess with that objective in mind, it will keep me going and motivated to maintain this blog. Otherwise, you have the right to tap me on the shoulder and say,"Excuse me, Signorina Q but er..YOU HAVEN'T KEPT YOUR PROMISE TO US!" Please, should I have ever abandon this for no reason, kindly remind me that I still have this baby to mind and nurture and this blog is only to serve as your benefit, really. And, comments and feedbacks would be much appreciated, sincerely. So, let's get the show on the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-3680582266414906242?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3680582266414906242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=3680582266414906242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3680582266414906242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/3680582266414906242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you-do.html' title='How do you do?'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758193649108153826.post-4467949058643617944</id><published>2007-09-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:45:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Mission(s)</title><content type='html'>Here's my list..you think you can help me fulfil it? Or at least have faith in me, olright?&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...the items are not in any particular order, except for the 1st one which is extremely covetous and urgent, I just type them out as they come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;1. OZ PR application to be successful&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy memories...only happy times...&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to start latin classes again...who wants to be my partner?&lt;br /&gt;4. Yoga...maybe even pilates...since I hate running and gym-ing...&lt;br /&gt;5. Socialise more and stop being a stuck-up&lt;br /&gt;6. Make tons of money without putting in so much effort..let money work for me is what I live by now...=))&lt;br /&gt;7. Expand and extend my knowledge on general stuff and politics...I'm no longer a kid now (tho I wish I was, never had much of a childhood) so I gotta be more well-versed and knowledgeable about the happenings of the world...&lt;br /&gt;8. Grow spiritually and be a stronger person...its stupid to let emotions get the better of me...&lt;br /&gt;9. Eliminate the ego and pride and instead focus on divine pride. The ego is not real and is created by the mind. And its all because of the ego that I've lost someone dear to me. I hope someday we can be good friends again, like the old times, and forget the past that just went by=))&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh yea..how can I forget? Lose at least 3 kilos! =PP&lt;br /&gt;11. Be happy and positive and confident always. Be more patient and tolerant and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;12. Must train the mind by meditating.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...this is not the end yet. Its only the beginning=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758193649108153826-4467949058643617944?l=signorinaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4467949058643617944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758193649108153826&amp;postID=4467949058643617944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4467949058643617944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758193649108153826/posts/default/4467949058643617944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signorinaq.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life-missions.html' title='My Life Mission(s)'/><author><name>SignorinaQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03687746094149150727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
