<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556</id><updated>2009-10-13T13:39:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FlutteringPurplish.Blogspot.Com - Flutters Of A Butterfly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-3533233430468066966</id><published>2009-01-15T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:50:51.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all that you've given me, and then took away.&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/18759556-3533233430468066966?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-6826019710613279757</id><published>2009-01-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:16:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take a little breather&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately all we do is fight&lt;br /&gt;And every time it cuts me deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something’s changed&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And its taking its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;Its safe to say that I’m ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I’m seeing myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you up cause’ it’s been long enough&lt;br /&gt;And you said that you were so much better&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot of growing up&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And it’s taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;It’s safe to say that I’m ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I’m seein’ myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;And it’s taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;It’s safe to say that I’m ready to let you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I’m seein’ myself so differently&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t wanna believe it then&lt;br /&gt;But it all worked out in the end&lt;br /&gt;When I watched you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Well I never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine,&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take a little breather.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-6826019710613279757?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/6826019710613279757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=6826019710613279757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6826019710613279757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6826019710613279757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-8023236418703209748</id><published>2009-01-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:43:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who we are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lawyers are often obstacles. An obstacle is a problem when it is preventing you from getting something you want. But it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a solution&lt;/span&gt; when it is protecting you from others' attempts to take what they want&lt;/blockquote&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/18759556-8023236418703209748?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/8023236418703209748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=8023236418703209748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8023236418703209748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8023236418703209748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-we-are.html' title='Who we are.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-9000652716705183476</id><published>2008-12-26T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:05:56.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics!</title><content type='html'>Still feeling a bit lazy to bang out a decent post. It's been too long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a collage of pictures taken during the Christmas dinner at my house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/banner.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the food was awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-9000652716705183476?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/9000652716705183476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=9000652716705183476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/9000652716705183476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/9000652716705183476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-5885679752651257896</id><published>2009-01-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:10:07.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn's Wish List for 2009</title><content type='html'>*whheeeee*!!! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly a week to the most important day of the year&lt;/span&gt;!!! And as per tradition, i have created a site with compiled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures and names&lt;/span&gt; of the stuff that i want &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but nobody will ever get)&lt;/span&gt; and created a special link to it! &lt;a href="http://flutteringpurplish-wish.blogspot.com/"&gt;*cLicketyCLick*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, this site is available for your viewing pleasure all year round. Just click the link on your right side that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wish List"&lt;/span&gt;. It (should) be updated from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/wishlink.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-5885679752651257896?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/5885679752651257896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=5885679752651257896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5885679752651257896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5885679752651257896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2009/01/robyns-wish-list-for-2009.html' title='Robyn&apos;s Wish List for 2009'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-5732458521701230660</id><published>2008-12-24T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:01:18.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself A Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/tree.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style,&lt;br /&gt;In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile,&lt;br /&gt;And on every street corner you hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Silver bells, silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time in the city&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ling, hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be Christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Strings of street lights, even stop lights&lt;br /&gt;Blink a bright red and green,&lt;br /&gt;As the shoppers rush home with their treasures.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch,&lt;br /&gt;This is Santa's big scene,&lt;br /&gt;And above all this bustle you hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Silver bells, silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time in the city&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ling, hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be Christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-5732458521701230660?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/5732458521701230660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=5732458521701230660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5732458521701230660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5732458521701230660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-yourself-merry-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself A Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-4145507174703204887</id><published>2009-01-08T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:59:56.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new layout.</title><content type='html'>I have been out of the blogsphere for more or less a year and a half. And that year and a half was really very excruciating, full of tension and tiring. Explains why i have no time to blog at all! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my story, and i'm sticking to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you may have noticed by now, my blog's layout looks quite different since the last time you visited. I know it's been long, so let me refresh your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/old-layout.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old, very purple but boring layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new one- still very purple, but with more pictures and cooler links!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm still quite lazy to blog, so this one will be short. But &lt;a href="http://www.inadamsgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;, i kept my promise to start blogging again. Now time to do what you had promised. And Adam, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it better be a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-4145507174703204887?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/4145507174703204887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=4145507174703204887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/4145507174703204887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/4145507174703204887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-layout.html' title='New year, new layout.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-9159907547947323978</id><published>2007-07-18T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:31:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down south</title><content type='html'>For months, i couldn't shut up about how much i want to visit Melaka again. It's been about 3 years since i was last there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I MISS THE CHICKEN BALL RICE!!&lt;/span&gt;(Or chicken rice ball, whichever you call it.) So last weekend, an Australian couple, who's a family friend, stayed over. They've been in KL for a week before they came to my place, so they've pretty much been everywhere they need to go. So, where else to bring them, but Melaka? =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 2 hours to get to Air Keroh from PJ. But thanks to the good company, and the perfect weather, we didn't really feel the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0289.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunny day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Taman Mini Malaysia. Here's a piece of advice - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT GO THERE!!&lt;/span&gt; I mean, ofcourse you can go there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you don't mind paying RM12 to see 13 different kinds of kampung houses of different states who basically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looks the same&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and not to mention, be bored out of your freakin' mind. For people who like to take pictures, it's not a good place to go either because the decorations in these wooden houses are very badly maintained. It's all very crappy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0298.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veranda of Negeri Sembilan's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a "cultural show" at 2pm, where a bunch of people basically just dance around in costumes. Boring. We sat around to watch it for about 10 minutes when we decided we should leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0321.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short - A waste of money, save it for the chicken ball rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we drove to town. Since it was about 3, i was hungry, so it was chicken ball rice time! (Yes, i'm obsessed.) There were many restaurants who sold it, so we went to the one with the most customers. It was obvious which was better (or more popular) because the one we went to had a long que at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0324.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took a stroll around Jonker Walk. It was still early so the street was still pretty dull and there weren't many people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0327.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we took a turn (to the left) and saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; shop. The shop who sells the best freakin' Nonya Cendol in Melaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0341.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy's kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really small restaurant that sells mainly nonya food. Only 10 minutes after we had our chicken rice, we went into Nancy's kitchen, sat down, and had more food! So, the cendol is definitely good, the otak-otak is good, the curry chicken is okay, the popiah is AWSOME, and the nonya "chang" is good. This place also sells nonya kuih and tarts and dodol (yum!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server2.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0337.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the chubby lady behind the cashier counter is really stuck up. Like, REALLY. But the food's good, so what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished, i was stuffed! So we walked back to The Stadthuys where my car was parked, took some pictures, and then walked up to St. Paul's hill to take more pictures, and then it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://server2.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-IMGP0378.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why we didn't check out the museums, that's because 3 years ago, while i was there with my parents, they spent the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE DAY&lt;/span&gt; walking all around town (dragging me along) visiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the museums, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;which was like three hundred of them&lt;/span&gt;, and do not want to go through that again. And it was already getting late, and i was sweaty, sticky and disgusting, i wanted to go home to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me, i'm not a bimbo. If you're sweaty and disgusting, you wouldn't care about Melaka's history too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'd excuse me, i have to go paint my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-9159907547947323978?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/9159907547947323978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=9159907547947323978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/9159907547947323978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/9159907547947323978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/07/melaka-laka-lakaka.html' title='A trip down south'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-113238103983393287</id><published>2005-11-19T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:59:00.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 years ago I was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chubby 8 year old who keeps peeping through a standard 5 class whenever i passed by because my first crush was sitting in there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 years ago I was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 and this was my little rebellious stage. I was stuck in the worst high school ever- Taman SEA. I've spent the entire year minding my own business and trying to enjoy my new teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 year ago I was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior in Catholic High. I was working my ass off for SPM, busy making PromNite2005 a success and enjoying the last few months of my high school life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday I was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my hair off trying to answer questions from my Law paper 2-English Legal System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolates! ~ Gets you higher than any drugs!&lt;br /&gt;2. IceCream! ~ Oh my gawwwd..!&lt;br /&gt;3. Fruit Yogurt ~ Mango, kiwi,peach...etc..&lt;br /&gt;4. Oreos! ~  Double Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;5. Lays ~ Any flavour is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Songs I Know All the Words to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We Belong Together ~ Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;2. A Moment Like This ~ Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;3. Endless Love ~ Luther Vandross &amp;amp; Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;4. This I Swear ~ Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;5. Livin' For The City ~ Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would do with a 100 Million Ringgit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Built a huge mansion with a swimming pool, a pool house and a tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy myself a whole cupboard of designer shoes and clothes and  garage full of  luxury cars.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my bro started with his guitar making business.&lt;br /&gt;4. Invest in properties, lands and some financial growth plan to ensure my family will be okay for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend $5,000,000 on charities and save the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Bad Habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;2. Talking myself out of stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. Saying "oh my God" at the beggining of all my sentences.&lt;br /&gt;4. Whining&lt;br /&gt;5. Procrastinating&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Biggest Joys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Receiving a bag full of chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan a successful event.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being stuffed with good food.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being loved.&lt;br /&gt;5. When driving down the highway, the perfect song is on, the perfect weather, and all of a sudden, everything seems to slow down and sync up with everything else. It's a nice calming rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 favourite "Toys" :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. My hair curler and crimper.&lt;br /&gt;3. My collection of teddy bears and Beanie Babies.&lt;br /&gt;4. PC?&lt;br /&gt;5. My car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Things I Would Never Wear :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ugg Boots - Not only their almost impossible to pull off unless you're adorably chic and thin,they look super ugly and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rabbit fur.&lt;br /&gt;3. Corset - I need to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Louis Vuitton Monogram Multicolore Flat Thong- Ew.&lt;br /&gt;5. Boyd's  lennon wire rim glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Favourite TV Shows :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joey&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. The O.C&lt;br /&gt;4. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;5. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Fictional Characters I Would Date :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Romeo..O Romeo..&lt;br /&gt;2. Joey..from Joey!&lt;br /&gt;3. Zach from The O.C 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Scottie from Eurotrip&lt;br /&gt;5. Van Wilder from Van Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 People I TAG :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Adam!&lt;br /&gt;2.Sze Yen!&lt;br /&gt;3.Melissa!&lt;br /&gt;4.Perng!&lt;br /&gt;5.Lucinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-113238103983393287?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/113238103983393287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=113238103983393287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/113238103983393287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/113238103983393287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2005/11/tag.html' title='TAG!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-113810013076300841</id><published>2006-01-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:49:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of making Love and having sex.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here bingeing on the 7th mandrin orange of the day. Because i'm such a good girl for staying at home today, i deserve to eat. Plus, it's just mandrin orange. Atleast it's not some cheesy and creamy pie that will turn me into a big blob of fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the other day a friend and i were talking, and we came to this topic - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the difference of having sex, and making love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm sure everybody knows the answer to it. But hell we were bored and this just came out. And what a coincidence, while i'm typing this, &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Boyz%20II%20Men%20Lyrics/I%27ll%20Make%20Love%20To%20You%20Lyrics.html"&gt;"I'll make love to you" by Boyz II Men&lt;/a&gt; started playing on my WM Player. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and thought about it (Just incase my kids were to ask me stuff like this in the future, i'd have a perfect answer). For me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are two types of sex : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Making Love : A partner usually make love to a woman/man they genuinely care about. There is alot of emotion involved. There will be lots of foreplay and also lots of laughter and smiling while making love. Making love to your partner will allow you to let go of everything. For a man, he will do much more and will treat her like a woman and not like some piece of trash on a one night stand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm not saying people usually treat one night stands bad but there will definitly be a difference.)&lt;/span&gt; People usually don't perform oral sex on one night stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sex : Usually one night stands or with a man/woman you haven't fully connected with. Usually these are the people you don't bother having foreplay with and the man will usually bang the hell out of the woman and then they will go to sleep. There will be no emotional involvement and the men pretty much just want to spread their seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; If you ask me, i'd definitly prefer making love than just having sex because i love the feeling of waking up to a man i love next to me in the morning. I love to be able to feel his body wrapped next to mine. Or even better, he'd make me breakfast while i'm still in bed. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm already on this topic, just thought i'd post some articles about foreplay and sex tips cos i've always thought that there has been a sex ed deficiency in my country. Curious kids always have the right to know what is sex all about. I mean, atleast, they'll be prepared for it when the time comes and will not get their brains blown out. They should all know that it's always better to practice safe sex and use a bloody condom. But ofcourse, if you'd like to be a 13 year old daddy/mummy, then okay, go ahead, feel free to do it without a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read somewhere, before a couple make love, there will be foreplay and all. But how long should the foreplay last? Read to know :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foreplay is a fundamental part of the whole lovemaking experience. Most men and women experienced in sex will agree that the best sexual encounters should include long and sensual foreplay. A more attentive form of foreplay will bring increased pleasure to both partners, and make any sexual experience more satisfying. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both partners need a little extra spice to get fully aroused and achieve maximum pleasure. The man may need to prolong foreplay to get an erection and the women will usually need the same to become properly lubricated. There is no such thing as spending too much time on foreplay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The trick is to start intercourse when both partners are fully aroused and having a hard time controlling their desires from foreplay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foreplay includes a range of activities such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undressing, kissing, petting, and oral sex&lt;/span&gt;; but you can add your own thoughts to the list. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive foreplay is so important to good sex because it will help both partners enjoy sexual intercourse more, and it will especially help women reach orgasm more often.&lt;/span&gt; Most woman need prolonged stimulation in order to reach a complete arousal, and foreplay will provide them with the required encouragement. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no such thing as the definitive foreplay; it is not about pressing the right buttons in the right order. It is about understanding what makes your partner tick and supplying those things that make the experience exceptionally pleasurable. There are many ways to give your partner extreme pleasure, and it all begins in the brain. Compliment their appearance or other attributes, especially if they have a low confidence level; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show them that you care about them and what they enjoy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creating the right environment for sexual intercourse is all about paying attention to the details, which is especially important at mature stages in the relationship. For example, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make sure the room is warm, the lighting subdued, and the appropriate music is playing. Once the mood is right, take the time to undress each other slowly, because the act of removing your partner's clothes can be an important part of successful foreplay. &lt;/span&gt;Many find that undressing increases the eroticism - stimulating and intensifying the feeling. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During foreplay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go slow&lt;/span&gt;; begin by kissing and caressing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A kiss is usually the first physical expression of love and desire, but it is also often forgotten during sexual intercourse.&lt;/span&gt; During intercourse, kiss the different parts of your partner’s body, and don’t be restricted solely to the mouth. Most women complain that their partners don't kiss long enough and rush the movement directly to the genital area. Don't be shy to experiment on every part of the body (for example, many women enjoy particular kissing and nibbling attention to the neck and shoulders), and remember to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prolong the foreplay with more kissing and caressing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another reason foreplay is important is for the learning experience. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreplay is the perfect time to spend time understanding what your partner likes because without that, you will never understand what they really need to be fully stimulated.&lt;/span&gt; Don't be shy; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask for feedback and also give your own&lt;/span&gt;. Both partners gain from good communication during foreplay and lovemaking. If words fail you, either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOW or GUIDE&lt;/span&gt; your partner in the direction you want, and encourage them to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ofcourse, if you plan on just having sex instead of making love, don't bother reading. Because for poeple who just wants sex, they will most likely treat the car ride home as foreplay.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ofcourse, there will be lots of kissing involved. So here are some tips about how to be an amazing kisser! *smmmooooch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissing is a delicate art and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must be taken slowly with a new partner&lt;/span&gt;. A good kisser knows how to pace themselves, has an active imagination, and understands what their partner likes or may not expect, but will enjoy. When kissing, remember the following: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never slobber, don't stare, try not to belch, always pay attention with your non-visual senses (touch, hearing, ESP, etc.), and there is no such thing as too slow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are unhappy with a kiss then chances are your partner is going to feel the same way. The best thing you can do is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;, and not just in your body, but your face, lips, neck, everywhere. Be relaxed and confident with how you kiss. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let yourself go with the flow of the moment and savour every second of it.&lt;/span&gt; While you are kissing, remember to use your hands, nose, and breath to entice your partner's senses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone enjoys being touched and caressed while being kissed.&lt;/span&gt; Use your hands to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gently caress the cheek, the jawbone, the back, arms, and collarbone.&lt;/span&gt; A gentle exhalation of air, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not smell foul&lt;/span&gt;, can provide your partner with extremely light, warm feelings on their face, mouth, and neck that can be quite arousing. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never "attack" someone when you kiss them, unless they like that sort of thing, and most people don't.&lt;/span&gt; Treat their lips like you would a dangerous creature. Move in slow and prepare for the kiss. Initial contact should be lips only, firm, yet gentle. React to how your partner is kissing. If they speed up, speed up with them. If they slow down, follow suit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to synchronize your actions with one another and always pay attention to their body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soon after there will be all the penetration and stuff. He moans, she moans and then he ejaculates and he falls asleep. Yeah, that's great and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAIT.A.MINUTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He came. Ofcourse he did. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But did she??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See, this is the most common mistake men usually make. They often forget about their partner who's lying beside them that have yet to achieve orgasm.. Yes, woman do climax. As a matter of fact, woman can actually have multiple orgasms!! So don't fall asleep! Here's what you can do :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finger her, using the G Spot technique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your fingers approximately two to three inches in, move your fingers in even circles all around the inside of the vagina. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It generally feels best if you keep consistent, firm pressure along the entire length of the vaginal walls while fingering.&lt;/span&gt; You may wish to give a LITTLE extra pressure towards her belly as long as you don't break the steady rotational rhythm. Stop rotating your fingers and rest your fingertips on the (usually slightly ridged) area of the vagina just behind the pubic bone and exert pressure towards her belly (upwards). This is direct G Spot stimulation, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it usually feels best if the fingers are subtly moving.&lt;/span&gt; You can move your fingers in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;small, slow circles, or point your fingers more sharply and rock them back and forth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An advanced and very successful technique is a combination of the two. Trace the inside of her vagina with your finger(s), while moving in and out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make sure that your fingertip always hits the g spot on each rotation. &lt;/span&gt;Finding a nice rhythm is critical in this technique, and when you get it right, she’ll be asking you how you learned that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah, this post is exceptionally long. What to do? The government refuse to provide people with sufficient sex education.. Well somebody has to do it!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Ariel;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-113810013076300841?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/113810013076300841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=113810013076300841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/113810013076300841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/113810013076300841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2006/01/making-love-and-sex.html' title='Of making Love and having sex.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-114457978537417989</id><published>2006-04-09T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:47:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the government and their brilliant rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robyn is humming &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Michelle%20Branch%20Lyrics/Till%20I%20Get%20Over%20You%20Lyrics.html"&gt;"Till I Get Over You" by Michelle Branch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, the government turned displaying public affection into a big issue. A week later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Star&lt;/span&gt; prints a 2 pages tribute to the late &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose Chan&lt;/span&gt;, who's formerly well known for being the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first Malaysian stripper to open a coke bottle's cap with her vagina, and also, smokes a cigarette with it,too. &lt;/span&gt;(How does someone do THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/6.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/5.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The late Rose Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, by publishing such article, calling her a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Legendary striptease queen"&lt;/span&gt; who made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"stripping and art form"&lt;/span&gt;, does that mean we are encouraged to follow dear 'ol Rossie's footsteps? So what's the big  hoo-ha about DPA earlier? Are they trying to tell us it is okay to be stripping in public, but we can't hold or kiss our partners that we love so dearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, let's convert Batu Ferringgi's beach into a nude beach then! And let's not leave out a little bar by the beach so that the girls could buy a bottle of beer and open the caps with their..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, what is so wrong about holding hands and kissing in public?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's an expression of Love that should be emphatically encouraged.&lt;/span&gt; Ofcourse, we shouldn't get too carried away and end up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to begin telling you how wrong it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetalkingsense.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt;, you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="message"&gt;"but the point is why do u people wanna display ur affection in MALAYSIA's park?not like they r nice or anything fancy,as far as i know they r filled wif dunks n rubbish!see my point?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;KLCC's park is quite clean incase you haven't noticed. Why do you think couples go to the parks for? We're living in the 21st century, honey. You think people's intentions to be walking in the park, which is beside a shopping mall, is to be just sitting on the benches and look at the scenary (which are all buildings,anyway)? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. It is not. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;And you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="message"&gt;"look at the bright side of it k .. don get too upset over some stupid rules..anyhow life still goes on !!! cheers robyn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;My dear, you are 19. You are one of the little seeds of Malaysia. And you will be one of the little seeds of this country that will be contributing for a better future. For you, for me, for all of us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By agreeing to these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ludicrous rules that the government have laid down for all of us, you will be one of the causes of this country being stuck in the past,while every other countries are moving forward.&lt;/span&gt; We'll be like a frozen clock. And it will partly be your fault. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is no bright side of it.&lt;/span&gt; Life will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; go on if we remain stuck in the past. So, no cheers at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.inadamsgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;, i will not go to the park and do some of my own &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"displays of affection"&lt;/span&gt;  just because i should &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"show them who's the boss"&lt;/span&gt;. First of all, whom with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You?&lt;/span&gt; =op I'll look like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/4.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they won't throw me into jail for that (kissing my own son).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?!&lt;/span&gt; A couple will have to face charges for showing their affection in public, it is all over the papers. And you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*i*&lt;/span&gt; should make waves by repeating their actions, just to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"show them who's the boss"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hate to point it out, but there are many muslims out there who does the same thing (hugging and kissing in public). Don't get me wrong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not a racist&lt;/span&gt;, but isn't it their law that they are not even supposed to touch in public? And we see so damn many muslims around displaying public affection. &lt;span&gt;And what about that malay girl who faked her own abduction so she could stay with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of days? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have to face charges?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="abs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/7.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kean Thong and Ai Wei&lt;/span&gt;, i guess you guys were just the unlucky ones,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-114457978537417989?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/114457978537417989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=114457978537417989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/114457978537417989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/114457978537417989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-government-and-their-dumb-rules.html' title='Of the government and their brilliant rules'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-115944250966520796</id><published>2006-09-28T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:46:13.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bulletin post</title><content type='html'>I came across this bulleting &lt;a href="http://e2wengetsrandomagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wen&lt;/a&gt; posted on her Friendster. And there was this particular part where i find to be so true that i just had to post it here. It says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's so funny when he claims an unsually&lt;br /&gt;close girl friend to just be his pet sister or&lt;br /&gt;whatever nonsense long lost relative. I believe in&lt;br /&gt;platonic relationships, but not when it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;to the world that the 'pet sister' has&lt;br /&gt;more-than-just-friends feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being extreme and say all guys think with&lt;br /&gt;their dicks. So let's assume this hero sees the pet&lt;br /&gt;sister as just a sister- She's partically throwing&lt;br /&gt;herself at him but he never thought of doing&lt;br /&gt;anything besides enjoying the fact that he has&lt;br /&gt;someone else &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(besides you)&lt;/span&gt; who adores him. That's&lt;br /&gt;okay 'cause he's human. But why is it unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;when you're in his shoes with your own admirers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think what i'm saying fits into your&lt;br /&gt;account, i'll say it's just coincidence. If you&lt;br /&gt;insist that I'm potraying you, go ahead and&lt;br /&gt;believe what you want. I'm just speaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;and hope that I can get a message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you are like that, do something about&lt;br /&gt;yourself. Otherwise, wake up and smell the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that you're not ready to be in a&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Stop breaking hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, if it's your case, don't cry yourself to&lt;br /&gt;sleep, confront him. If he changes, good for you;&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't, he's out the house. Stop letting&lt;br /&gt;other people break your heart."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct.. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great song, i love it. I love Kelly Clarkson. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where Is Your Heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;In the smile that you leave&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't expect&lt;br /&gt;The world to move underneath me&lt;br /&gt;But for God's sake&lt;br /&gt;Could you try?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're true to me&lt;br /&gt;You're always there&lt;br /&gt;You say you care&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't really feel you&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To give me what I need?&lt;br /&gt;I want your heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your love is so cold&lt;br /&gt;It's always me that's reaching out&lt;br /&gt;For your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I've always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;That love would be effortless&lt;br /&gt;Like a petal fallin' to the ground&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer followin' his dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't really feel you&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To give me what I need?&lt;br /&gt;I want your heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so much is left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;So much is left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;But you can say anything&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anytime you need&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're true to me&lt;br /&gt;You're always there&lt;br /&gt;You say you care&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't really feel you&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To give me what I need?&lt;br /&gt;I want your heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't really feel you&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What I really want is to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To give me what I need?&lt;br /&gt;I want your heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-115944250966520796?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/115944250966520796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=115944250966520796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/115944250966520796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/115944250966520796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-bulletin-post_28.html' title='Good bulletin post'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-8012811181639355623</id><published>2007-05-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:44:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='o(</title><content type='html'>A million words would not bring you back,&lt;br /&gt;i know because i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;And neither will a million tears,&lt;br /&gt;i know because i've cried.&lt;br /&gt;To your resting place i go,&lt;br /&gt;flowers are placed with care.&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows the heartache i feel,&lt;br /&gt;as i turn and leave you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-8012811181639355623?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/8012811181639355623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=8012811181639355623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8012811181639355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8012811181639355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/05/million-words-would-not-bring-you-back.html' title='=&apos;o('/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-5742273711090632375</id><published>2007-05-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:31:16.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVA!</title><content type='html'>Was feeling down in the dumps, but &lt;a href="http://www.szeyen7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Yen&lt;/a&gt; being a good friend as he is, sent me this video to cheer me up. It really helped! So check this out people! It's really cute and too darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-5742273711090632375?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/5742273711090632375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=5742273711090632375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5742273711090632375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5742273711090632375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/05/whateva.html' title='WHATEVA!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-8871129271152593509</id><published>2007-05-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:28:44.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Road</title><content type='html'>For those who watch American Idol :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploadit.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-m.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.szeyen7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Yen&lt;/a&gt; in Melbourne who took the trouble to get down of the car to take this pic for me =o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-8871129271152593509?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/8871129271152593509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=8871129271152593509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8871129271152593509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/8871129271152593509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-road.html' title='My Road'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-6053465041956957979</id><published>2007-05-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:16:44.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uploadit.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://server3.uploadit.org/files/thefp1-heartbroken_web.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by UploadIt.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing that you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldnt give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep running down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling crazy (crazy)&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is &amp;amp; it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does you pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afriad of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;Thats not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-6053465041956957979?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/6053465041956957979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=6053465041956957979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6053465041956957979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6053465041956957979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/05/wait-for-you.html' title='Wait for you'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-5609783345767460429</id><published>2007-04-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:49:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should you tell your partner about your past?</title><content type='html'>When it comes to honesty and relationships, hypocrisy is rampant. We preach the importance of the truth but we cut corners with our own partners. Failure to divulge the entire story behind a past sexual encounter to your current mate, for example, does not exonerate you as a liar. There is no gray area: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you honest or dishonest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be clear about my objective, I want to help men (and women) on the brink of a special relationship that has potential marriage implications. The serial daters and the players are hereby exempt from my advice. The reason is simple: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you date or have sex on a casual basis, the goal is not the same.&lt;/span&gt; The emotional investment is absent. You hold back. You share less about yourself. The person is a diversion, not a life partner. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have yet to introduce him/her to your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that man/woman is around the corner. You may know him/her and not realize the potential you have as a couple. Or, he/she may be years away from your life. You have to prepare now, however, to accommodate him/her and maximize that potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men date a woman they know is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the One,"&lt;/span&gt; they take advantage of the situation in order to "misbehave." Women are not immune to the practice either. Chalk it up to simple human nature. For men, they fail to call. They date other women. They focus on sex and the physical. They disrespect without hesitation. The bottom line is when men (and women) fall into the cycle of serial courtship, we all cease to care. We become numb to the process and date more out of custom than purpose. But then we fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is on a quest to find a soul mate, no matter how vehement our claim otherwise. We want to feel love. But when we do, we forget that the rules of the game are new. In fact, the term "game" is no longer suitable. Emotions are at stake and you now "care." But how far do you go to cement the bond? How honest do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very. That is my advice. Couples should open up, with one condition: Mutual confidence in the potential of the relationship. Given a common sense that the bond is exclusive, come clean with each other. Divulge your past and grant each other full disclosure. Do not leave a sole detail to chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth do I advocate couples to follow that counsel? Simple. I have seen countless couples break up as a result of skeletons in the closet. I now know that pain and decisive separation can be averted with honesty from the outset. The problem is that most of us lack the courage to face our demons and risk our relationships. But that is the chance you must take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous advice may sound extreme, but think about the implications. For example, you may not have a major scandal in your past. You must, however, have some personal experiences of relevance to your current flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dysfunctional family background or a turbulent past relationship will have an impact on your rapport with the man/woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your experiences shape you. He/She has to know what affects you and what has made you the woman/man you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your brother smack you around? Tell him. You say you stole cars as a teenager? Tell her. You have a "diverse" sexual history? You have to tell him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any man/woman you commit to has a right to know about the woman/man he's/she's fallen in love with. Who are you in his/her eyes? The real, "genuine" you or just a façade and an image you project to protect yourself? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Because men do that and it frustrates the hell out of their girlfriends and wives.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on the defensive and hide what turn out to be innocent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or less harmful than we thought)&lt;/span&gt; details about our past. But when they come up, often years after the fact, they don't seem so innocent. This is to be expected. When you hide something from your man/woman or just "forget" to mention it, you'll look guilty when it comes out down the road. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And trust me, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine prevented this trap by taking preventative action the minute he realized he was in love with a woman he had been dating for two months. One night, while he was watching an exciting football match on television, he had an epiphany and it dawned on him that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was the one&lt;/span&gt;. This was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; for him. No more casual dating. Always the man to shy away from commitment, he was suddenly open to the idea and even welcomed it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That's what happens when you find the right woman.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a problem though. This friend of mine was involved with three other women at the same time. Each one served a different purpose in his life, as most men reading this can relate to. One was a sexual freak, one had a beautiful apartment and the other was a fantastic cook. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's a man to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might stay, she might go, but nevertheless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she deserves to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lucky for my friend, he found a woman who gave him everything he needed and more, in one package. Plus, she really loved him. That was the major difference between all the others. He had pretty much written them out of his life but it wasn't enough, because the women didn't know about his life-altering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't nip this situation in the bud, he could expect a random phone call from any one of them at any time. Even worse, he could bump into them in the street while hand-in-hand with his new woman. Realizing this and dreading it, he picked up the phone and called these three women, one by one. He explained to them that it was over and that he had met a special woman he wanted to spend all his time with. Although it took almost three hours, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the deed was done and he felt free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what im writing is about honesty with your current flame; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not past flings who meant nothing to you&lt;/span&gt;. The beautiful part, though, is that my friend did not end it there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I want my male readers to take notice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than pick up the phone and call his girlfriend, he met her for coffee. He sat down with her and told her for the first time about his simultaneous relationships. Although he had not had sex with the women since he had met her, he did not use that as an excuse to gloss over the truth. Instead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his focus was the fact that he had made not just a symbolic gesture, but also an active signal to everyone that she was his woman now and his commitment was to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a million questions, of course, and he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honest to the end&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't want to play around anymore or fake who he was. This woman was "it" for him and he wanted her to see him for everything he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple strategy of full disclosure was the best thing that could have happened to my friend and his now wife. That's right, they married a year later. It set a precedent in the relationship of honesty and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, that is the message here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you come clean in a new relationship where the emotional investment is great, you start fresh.&lt;/span&gt; You put the past behind you and convey who you really are. If he/she loves you more as a result, you have a winner and potential soul mate in front of you. Don't let go of him/her and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse, get rid of all sorts of ex girl/boyfriend(s)' memorabilia. You really don't need your partner stumbling upon it any fine day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-5609783345767460429?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/5609783345767460429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=5609783345767460429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5609783345767460429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/5609783345767460429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-you-tell-your-partner-about-your.html' title='Should you tell your partner about your past?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-2549293728523182148</id><published>2007-04-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:43:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertorial Post</title><content type='html'>Anybody interested to rent a single room? Please &lt;a href="http://www.pjnet.com.my/ftopict-5011.html"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt; for details!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, im auctioning off my PDA in &lt;a href="http://lelong.com.my/"&gt;Lelong.com.my&lt;/a&gt;. It's obviously in really good condition. Click &lt;a href="http://www.lelong.com.my/Auc/List/2007-04DeStd5581539_AUCTION_HP_IPAQ_rx_3715_PDA.htm"&gt;*here*&lt;/a&gt; to bid for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HP IPAQ rx 3715 PDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-M8aqQbRlE/Rhp-JYSp42I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dG6PnNDyQYU/s1600-h/PDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-M8aqQbRlE/Rhp-JYSp42I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dG6PnNDyQYU/s400/PDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051488631654048610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-2549293728523182148?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/2549293728523182148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=2549293728523182148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/2549293728523182148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/2549293728523182148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/04/advertorial-post.html' title='Advertorial Post'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X-M8aqQbRlE/Rhp-JYSp42I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dG6PnNDyQYU/s72-c/PDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-6482909733267480173</id><published>2007-03-22T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:18:33.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy pics!</title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;a href="http://www.szeyen7.blogspot.com"&gt;Sze Yen&lt;/a&gt;, you can stop complaining now. Here are the pics from Adam's farewell @ Italiannis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/Italiannis_2ablog.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the next pic, it's as if we called each other up the night before to tell each other to wear either white or blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/Italiannis_1ablog.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/Italiannis_3a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most lovable person i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/szeyen_1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the one who complains alot about not getting pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/adam_1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's boy =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the pics we took in Chillis about a year+ ago. (There, SY, you have it now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/1h.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/1e.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/1d.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right click on the pic to save it to your own pc okay? =op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new addition to my life. The cutest hamster ever- Stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/stitchblog.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super active and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/Image000blog.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" Why do all my pets sleep like that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-6482909733267480173?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/6482909733267480173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=6482909733267480173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6482909733267480173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6482909733267480173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-pics.html' title='Happy pics!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-6440680987681243175</id><published>2007-03-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:17:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready to make nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Forget, i'm not sure i could.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still waiting.&lt;/blockquote&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/18759556-6440680987681243175?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/6440680987681243175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=6440680987681243175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6440680987681243175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/6440680987681243175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='Not ready to make nice'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-4971240141496094436</id><published>2007-03-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:14:55.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To You</title><content type='html'>If you were still here, you'd be 60 today.&lt;br /&gt;There'd be a huge celebration, and all our friends and family would be here too.&lt;br /&gt;I'd bake you your favourite chocolate fudge cake that i promised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're so many things i want to tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;Like,i can finally fry the egg the way you like it.&lt;br /&gt;And each time i have roti canai, i'd think of the mornings that you used to fetch me to the mamak stall to buy some home, and i'd re-fry it, adding butter and sugar and you'd tell mom to try some cause it actually taste good.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're so gonna kill me for this, but i have a pet hamster, again. I know, i know. Rodents have all kinds of diseases that some which i can't even pronounce, but Stitch is really cute!&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could see your smile again. Actually, i don't even mind the angry face anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than willing to play you that chinese oldies with the piano again, the one that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every single day. All the great times we had. It puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, it hurts me so bad, because things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Your baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e292/fpgallery/rose.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, quietly, he walked through my mind&lt;br /&gt;As I lay searching for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;His soft hand reached out, he whispered my name&lt;br /&gt;As he brushed a tear from my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings&lt;br /&gt;started walkin' all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful for the good times we've had&lt;br /&gt;for without them I could not go on,&lt;br /&gt;With all these funny familiar forgotten feelings&lt;br /&gt;walkin' all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I must go on, be strong,&lt;br /&gt;though a million teardrops may fall,&lt;br /&gt;Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings&lt;br /&gt;stop walking all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-4971240141496094436?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/4971240141496094436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=4971240141496094436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/4971240141496094436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/4971240141496094436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday To You'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-117251187001478523</id><published>2007-02-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:11:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick question- Why is it that some people know they're not good enough, but yet they don't put any effort in improving themselves, or make up for the stupid little mistakes they did? What could be worse than to just sit around and whine about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jewel - Drive to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So i drive to you tonight, i was blind, now i have sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't leave you even if i tried, your heart beats inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a star in the dark of night, like birds lost in flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clouds in the sky are so blue, i belong to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/18759556-117251187001478523?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/117251187001478523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=117251187001478523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/117251187001478523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/117251187001478523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-help.html' title='Self-help'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-117198984107100215</id><published>2007-02-11T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:44:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>I suppose that by now, all my readers would've concluded that i only update my blog when something that hardly(or never)happens to me, happened to me. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone has been stolen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, i am not about to point my finger at people from certain ethnic groups who might had something to do with it. But i can distinctly say that whoever who did it has no bloody brains, taste, knowledge on the latest technology, or any knowledge at all. I'm not only saying this because he/she stole my phone, but also because he/she wasn't smart enough to steal the good stuff. Well for those of you who knows me, you'd probably know i'm using a phone with the least functions. No camera, not even MMS. Just a great colour flip phone with polyphonic ringtones (WOW!). Anyway, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what went along with the phone? ALL MY CONTACTS! Personal, business, everything! =o( So incase you guys didn't receive my e-mail, please text me (at my original number,because i managed to retrieve it) and tell me who you are, so that i can save it in my phonebook again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759556-117198984107100215?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/117198984107100215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=117198984107100215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/117198984107100215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/117198984107100215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-116868621752061265</id><published>2007-01-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:04:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just might make me believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can look in my eyes, and tell me we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;If you promise never to leave, you just might make me believe...&lt;/blockquote&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/18759556-116868621752061265?l=flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/feeds/116868621752061265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759556&amp;postID=116868621752061265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/116868621752061265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759556/posts/default/116868621752061265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flutteringpurplish.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-might-make-me-believe.html' title='Just might make me believe.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006194177996136454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052786105628115322'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759556.post-116835328134990610</id><published>2007-01-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:34:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Morality Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Moral Parsimony Score is 42%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral frameworks can be more or less parsimonious. That is to say, they can employ a wide range of principles, which vary in their application according to circumstances (less parsimonious) or they can employ a small range of principles which apply across a wide range of circumstances without modification (more parsimonious). An example might make this clear. Let's assume that we are committed to the principle that it is a good to reduce suffering. The test of moral parsimony is to see whether this principle is applied simply and without modification or qualification in a number of different circumstances. Supposing, for example, we find that in otherwise identical circumstances, the principle is applied differently if the suffering person is from a different country to our own. This suggests a lack of moral parsimony because a factor which could be taken to be morally irrelevant in an alternative moral framework is here taken to be morally relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to interpret your score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher your percentage score the more parsimonious your moral framework. In other words, a high score is suggestive of a moral framework that comprises a minimal number of moral principles that apply across a range of circumstances and acts. What is a high score? As a rule of thumb, any score above 75% should be considered indicative of a parsimonious moral framework. However, perhaps a better way to think about this is to see how your score compares to other people's scores.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your score of 42% is significantly lower than the average score of 65%. This suggests that you have utilised a noticeably wider range of moral principles than average in order to make judgements about the scenarios presented in this test, and that you have tended to judge aspects of the acts and circumstances depicted here to be morally relevant that other people consider to be morally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Parsimony - good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make no judgement about whether moral parsimony is a good or bad thing. Some people will think that on balance it is a good thing and that we should strive to minimise the number of moral principles that form our moral frameworks. Others will suspect that moral parsimony is likely to render moral frameworks simplistic and that an overly parsimonious moral framework will leave us unable to deal with the complexity of real circumstances and acts. We'll leave it up to you to decide who is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your score calculated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score was calculated by combining and averaging your scores in the four categories that appear below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geographical Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This category has to do with the impact of geographical distance on the application of moral principles. The idea here is to determine whether moral principles are applied equally when dealing with sets of circumstances and acts that differ only in their geographical location in relation to the person making the judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score of 83% is somewhat higher than the average score of 73% in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, it is a high score, which suggests that geographical distance only plays a marginal role in your moral thinking. To the extent that it does play a role - even if only a marginal one - the parsimoniousness of your moral framework is reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Relatedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this category, we look at the impact of family loyalty and ties on the way in which moral principles are applied. The idea here is to determine whether moral principles are applied without modification or qualification when you're dealing with sets of circumstances and acts that differ only in whether the participants are related through family ties to the person making the judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score of 18% is a lot lower than the average score of 54% in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems then that family relatedness is an important factor in your moral thinking. Normally, this will mean feeling a greater moral obligation towards people who are related to you than towards those who are not. To the extent that issues of family relatedness form part of your moral thinking, the parsimoniousness of your moral framework is reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts and Omissions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This category has to do with whether there is a difference between the moral status of acting and omitting to act where the consequences are the same in both instances. Consider the following example. Let's assume that on the whole it is a bad thing if a person is poisoned whilst drinking a cola drink. One might then ask whether there is a moral difference between poisoning the coke, on the one hand (an act), and failing to prevent a person from drinking a coke someone else has poisoned, when in a position to do so, on the other (an omission). In this category then, the idea is to determine if moral principles are applied equally when you're dealing with sets of circumstances that differ only in whether the participants have acted or omitted to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score of 18% is much lower than the average score of 60% in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggests that the difference between acting and omitting to act is a relevant factor in your moral framework. Usually, this will mean thinking that those who act have greater moral culpability than those who simply omit to act. To insist on a moral distinction between acting and omitting to act is to decrease the parsimoniousness of your moral framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This category has to do with whether scale is a factor in making moral judgements. A simple example will make this clear. Consider a situation where it is possible to save ten lives by sacrificing one life. Is there a moral difference between this choice and one where the numbers of lives involved are different but proportional - for example, saving 100 lives by sacrificing ten? In this category then, the idea is to determine whether moral principles are applied without modification or qualification when you're dealing with sets of circumstances that differ only in their scale, as in the sense described above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score of 51% is significantly lower than the average score of 73% in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggests that scale, as it is described above, is an important consideration in your moral thinking. To insist on the moral significance of scale is to decrease the parsimoniousness of your moral framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India and Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Question 13 you were asked the following: You see an advertisement from a charity in a newspaper about a person in severe need in India. You can help this person at little cost to yourself. Are you morally obliged to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, fifty percent of people undertaking this activity are asked a slightly different question, where the country Australia is substituted for the country India. The idea is to determine what kind of impact "culural distance" has on the moral judgements that people make. The important point here is that the vast majority of people who visit this web site are from the United States, Canada and the United Kingdom. Consequently, in a comparison of the lives and lifestyles of TPM Online visitors, residents of India and residents of Australia, there will be bigger cultural differences between TPM Online visitors and residents of India than between TPM Online visitors and residents of Australia. Of course, whether a perception of cultural differences will enter into moral judgements, and if so, what its impact will be is entirely a matter of conjecture at this point. Indeed, whatever results we find here, they will only ever be suggestive of further avenues of enquiry. This aspect of the activity is simply not rigorous enough that it will be possible to draw definitive conclusions. It will nevertheless be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 26% of respondents who were asked about a person in severe need in Australia responded that they were stongly obliged to help compared to 25% who responded this way when asked about a person in severe need in India.&lt;br /&gt;   * 43% of respondents who were asked about a person in severe need in Australia responded that they were weakly obliged to help. This is exactly the same as the percentage who responded this way when asked about a person living in India.&lt;br /&gt;   * 31% of respondents who were asked about a person in severe need in Australia responded that they were not obliged to help compared to 32% who responded this way when asked about a person in severe need in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Depth Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, 32217 people have undertaken this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: You pass someone in the street who is in severe need and you are able to help them at little cost to yourself. Are you morally obliged to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Strongly Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 65% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 70% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 61% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 64% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: You have a brother. You know that someone has been seriously injured as a result of criminal activity undertaken by him. You live in a country where the police are generally trustworthy. Are you morally obliged to inform them about your brother's crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Weakly Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 39% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 37% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 32% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 33% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Do you think that assisting the suicide of someone who wants to die - and has requested help - is morally equivalent to allowing them to die by withholding medical assistance (assuming that the level of suffering turns out to be identical in both cases)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 51% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 52% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 48% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 49% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4: You are able to help some people. Unfortunately, you can only do so by harming other people. The number of people harmed will always be 10 percent of those helped. When considering whether it is morally justified to help does the actual number of people involved make any difference? For example, does it make a difference if you are helping ten people by harming one person rather than helping 100,000 people by harming 10,000 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 45% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 47% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 38% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 41% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5: You own an unoccupied property. You are contacted by a refugee group which desperately needs somewhere to house a person seeking asylum who is being unjustly persecuted in a foreign country. Your anonymity is assured. You have every reason to believe that no harm will come to your property. Are you morally obliged to allow them to use your property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Not Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 29% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 29% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 34% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 31% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6: A charity collection takes place in your office. For every UK£10.00 given, a blind person's sight is restored. Instead of donating UK£10.00, you use the money to treat yourself to a cocktail after work. Are you morally responsible for the continued blindness of the person who would have been treated had you made the donation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Not Responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 39% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 37% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 47% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 42% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7: Someone you have never met needs a kidney transplant. You are one of the few people who can provide the kidney. Would any moral obligation to provide the kidney be greater if this person were a cousin rather than a non-relative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 56% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 57% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 50% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 52% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 8: You can save the lives of a thousand patients by cancelling one hundred operations that would have saved the lives of a hundred different patients. Are you morally obliged to do so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 57% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 59% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 56% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 56% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 9: Are your moral obligations to people in your own country or community stronger than those to people in other countries and communities (assuming no unusual circumstances - for example, suffering because of famine - in either your own country/community or other countries/communities)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 52% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 51% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 52% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 51% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10: You deliberately sabotage a piece of machinery in your work place so that when someone next uses it there will be an accident which will result in that person losing the use of their legs. Are you morally responsible for their injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 92% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 95% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 93% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 91% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 11: You know the identity of someone who has committed a serious crime resulting in a person being badly injured. Are you morally obliged to reveal their identity to an appropriate authority so that they are dealt with justly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Strongly Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 70% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 77% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 70% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 71% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 12: You can save the lives of ten innocent people by killing one other innocent person. Are you morally obliged to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 67% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 73% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 69% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 69% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 13: You see an advertisement from a charity in a newspaper about a person in severe need in India. You can help this person at little cost to yourself. Are you morally obliged to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Weakly Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 46% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 45% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 42% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 42% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 14: You are required to send a person a gift, and you have bought a bottle of drink to send to them. However, you discover it is poison and if consumed will cause blindness in the drinker. To replace it with a non-contaminated bottle will cost you UK£10.00. You give the poisoned drink as a gift anyway. Are you morally responsible for the blindness of the drinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 92% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 94% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 91% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 90% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 15: A situation arises where you can either save your own child from death or contact the emergency services in order to save the lives of ten other children. You cannot do both, and there is no way to save everyone. Which course of action are you morally obliged to follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Save your own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 67% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 73% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 66% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 68% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 16: You can save the lives of ten patients by cancelling one operation which would have saved the life of a different patient. Are you morally obliged to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 51% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 53% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 53% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 52% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 17: You own an unoccupied property. You are contacted by a welfare organisation which desperately needs somewhere to house a person from a nearby town who is being unjustly persecuted. Your anonymity is assured. You have every reason to believe that no harm will come to your property. Are you morally obliged to allow them to use your property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Not Obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 27% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 26% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 33% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 29% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 18: You become aware that a piece of machinery in your workplace is faulty and that if it is not repaired then there will soon be an accident which will result in someone losing the use of their legs. Despite knowing that nobody else is aware of the fault, you take no action. Shortly afterwards, the accident occurs, and someone does lose the use of their legs. Are you morally responsible for their injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered: Partly Responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 31% of your age group agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 29% of women agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * 30% of men agreed with you.&lt;br /&gt;   * Overall, 28% of respondents gave the same answer to this question as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 19: You can save the lives of a million innocent people by killing a hundred thousand others. 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