<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:01:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the surrendered singles</title><subtitle type='html'>cause we're always here :) drop us an email @ surrendered_singles@live.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1853546249477757631</id><published>2011-10-24T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:50:13.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zpBcLEk8o/TqWIIjqi2qI/AAAAAAAAAr0/yVnuT7Amqws/s1600/one-day-poster-version-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zpBcLEk8o/TqWIIjqi2qI/AAAAAAAAAr0/yVnuT7Amqws/s320/one-day-poster-version-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667085386709654178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 years, 2 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is not about dwelling when you are hopelessly waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is being sincere no matter how idiotic your partner is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is about breaking rules, set restrictions, but slowly breaking free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is all about patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is so pure when one treasure and know the true meaning of it. even if its gona take you a hundred years of wait, risk every opportunity to say how much you love or miss someone, coz u'll never know you are not able to say that to them the next morning you woke up from your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1853546249477757631?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1853546249477757631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1853546249477757631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1853546249477757631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1853546249477757631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-years-2-people.html' title=''/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zpBcLEk8o/TqWIIjqi2qI/AAAAAAAAAr0/yVnuT7Amqws/s72-c/one-day-poster-version-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5612767076948296141</id><published>2011-10-24T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:42:19.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Afternoon Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boy: Well, she..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His Friend:You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boy: I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;His Friend: You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The End.&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/7013890901719259782-5612767076948296141?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5612767076948296141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5612767076948296141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5612767076948296141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5612767076948296141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/10/short-afternoon-drama.html' title='Short Afternoon Drama'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6157459896148789526</id><published>2011-10-13T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:17:04.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just sharing~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdvp6nHU4sg/TpZJ0QWX9tI/AAAAAAAAAro/NkK3XcwISO4/s1600/tumblr_lrb2biWlBt1qazstso1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdvp6nHU4sg/TpZJ0QWX9tI/AAAAAAAAAro/NkK3XcwISO4/s320/tumblr_lrb2biWlBt1qazstso1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662794743555815122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REMEMBER THATTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's better to be single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT inspired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rather than committed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT confused.&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/7013890901719259782-6157459896148789526?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6157459896148789526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6157459896148789526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6157459896148789526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6157459896148789526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-sharing.html' title='just sharing~'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdvp6nHU4sg/TpZJ0QWX9tI/AAAAAAAAAro/NkK3XcwISO4/s72-c/tumblr_lrb2biWlBt1qazstso1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8258204634164014318</id><published>2011-09-26T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:47:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa0BdRrhS3I/Tn_1YChiIXI/AAAAAAAAArg/gOc5rPw-uRc/s1600/tumblr_lrz3sizdjS1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa0BdRrhS3I/Tn_1YChiIXI/AAAAAAAAArg/gOc5rPw-uRc/s320/tumblr_lrz3sizdjS1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656509450343817586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be single is not a tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now becoming the trademark of a superwoman, whose eyes are focused on the highest rung of the corporate ladder. She walks tall in her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;self confidence&lt;/span&gt; and is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;humorous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8258204634164014318?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8258204634164014318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8258204634164014318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8258204634164014318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8258204634164014318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa0BdRrhS3I/Tn_1YChiIXI/AAAAAAAAArg/gOc5rPw-uRc/s72-c/tumblr_lrz3sizdjS1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2467453030734591747</id><published>2011-09-18T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:12:24.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE Him/ Her Just the way they are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZCUz6MwY0g/TnWk0cK3_KI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQytM699f3A/s1600/lovebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653606128055483554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZCUz6MwY0g/TnWk0cK3_KI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQytM699f3A/s320/lovebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to know someone, all their physical characteristics starts to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That's why you can't really fall in love with beauty or looks. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body, but not your heart. That is why when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2467453030734591747?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2467453030734591747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2467453030734591747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2467453030734591747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2467453030734591747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-way-you-are.html' title='LOVE Him/ Her Just the way they are'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZCUz6MwY0g/TnWk0cK3_KI/AAAAAAAAArY/CQytM699f3A/s72-c/lovebeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7231222228254459590</id><published>2011-09-14T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:00:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Date Your Gf's Ex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_BKs8FPyqE/TnAYIL3LxHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aqicFRpklxw/s1600/tumblr_lrh30cbkOF1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_BKs8FPyqE/TnAYIL3LxHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aqicFRpklxw/s320/tumblr_lrh30cbkOF1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652044061252240498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can You? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes, of course you can date the ex-partners of your friends. Of course you can. The question should really be, is it possible to keep your friend in the process.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there. We've all had friends with failed relationships. And as good as the friendship is, sometimes that ex is just too tasty or sexy to resist. We all know there is no cut and dry answer to this dilemma. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; this is do-able. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And sometimes&lt;/span&gt; it isn't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are seeing her ex, remember how it felt to be in her shoes. One of the worst things about being dumped is that stupid feeling. And worst, is when you didn't even come to ask her personally and have the decency to ask at least, "How are you coping. I hope you are well. I heard about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's up to you though. But here are some point factors that may want to consider when you are seeing her ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not get dragged into and keep asking the guy of her failed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not compare.&lt;br /&gt;3. And do not ever imply that you can succeed where she failed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't play with fire if you yourself are already in a relationship with other guy and is seeing your gf's ex coz you are messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.. I do think it's possible to maintain your friendship while you go out with your gf's ex. As long as you do it with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog entry inspired from: Veronica Hubpages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7231222228254459590?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7231222228254459590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7231222228254459590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7231222228254459590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7231222228254459590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-date-your-friends-ex.html' title='Can You Date Your Gf&apos;s Ex?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_BKs8FPyqE/TnAYIL3LxHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aqicFRpklxw/s72-c/tumblr_lrh30cbkOF1qb6f1po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-283961109853862886</id><published>2011-09-13T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:55:34.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a little something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#JustSharing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Cc2mTD02E/Tm5D7efYYzI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZiQDPdmLBcM/s1600/perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651529271472579378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Cc2mTD02E/Tm5D7efYYzI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZiQDPdmLBcM/s320/perfect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I decide to give myself a chance,&lt;br /&gt;I text a short sms to someone whom I think I should give it a shot with.&lt;br /&gt;He's been there for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Years, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I gave him a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Or more to giving myself a chance, he almost express his love but a coward I am,&lt;br /&gt;I shrug and change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel the love but I know he's good for me.&lt;br /&gt;He's all the good except that he's a little tad too cocky.&lt;br /&gt;When man have everything, their confidence get a little overwhelming, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know he got everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical: Body maut beb!&lt;br /&gt;Career: I shall not go in details or people will find out who but it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Character: I can talk to him and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I know why it never worked out.&lt;br /&gt;He got character issues,&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I've got character problem as well!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SELFISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I decide to gamble my life away, &lt;br /&gt;(Chey?!)&lt;br /&gt;And text him!&lt;br /&gt;I bet he thinks someone stole my phone and type all those.&lt;br /&gt;Cause over years, I never text him first before.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that an egoist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of sharing with you girls.&lt;br /&gt;Random things but why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be daring sometimes, you see!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, girls should give yourself a chance as well.&lt;br /&gt;Let someone in, not that I ask you to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;But welcome someone in,&lt;br /&gt;Make friends,&lt;br /&gt;Share something.&lt;br /&gt;Broaden up.&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/7013890901719259782-283961109853862886?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/283961109853862886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=283961109853862886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/283961109853862886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/283961109853862886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/give-little-somerhing.html' title='Give a little something.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Cc2mTD02E/Tm5D7efYYzI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZiQDPdmLBcM/s72-c/perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8653378345894238834</id><published>2011-09-10T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T13:57:08.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M REJECTED, WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No one loves rejection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpZX6AiXMVk/Tmry4Nv96hI/AAAAAAAAArA/3YF5sE94yxM/s1600/rejected-stamp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650595730067155474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpZX6AiXMVk/Tmry4Nv96hI/AAAAAAAAArA/3YF5sE94yxM/s320/rejected-stamp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But you can always learn to handle it better, sort of. HA! &lt;br /&gt;What I mean by handling it better is that... &lt;br /&gt;You do not be a freak and text your crush a million time or keep asking him or her why things happen the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;And some might want to kill themselve due to rejection. &lt;br /&gt;It's just how you handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I'm going through this phase right now. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, the sharing. &lt;br /&gt;Told you, Surrendered Singles blog make me feel like I'm not alone. &lt;br /&gt;I always feel better after sharing it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through rejection. &lt;br /&gt;Not only in the romance department, &lt;br /&gt;Be it career, schooling or even circle of friends. &lt;br /&gt;But today, I'll focus on BGR, yah? &lt;br /&gt;BGR: Boy Girl Relationship. &lt;br /&gt;Romance department, yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a guy you've worked up all the courage to ask your crush out, and she declined you politely. &lt;br /&gt;Or another case would be, &lt;br /&gt;Everything goes well but after a meet up, he simply keep pushing you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to tell if it's a rejection to get out of their life or it's just plain coincidental that things happen the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Gut Feelings: I'm not saying you're a magician or some psychic but when you're in love, you usually paint all the pretty pictures. Maybe you should take time to slow down everything. Take a deep breath and think rationally, evaluate everything like you're the third person looking at the situation. And you know that gut feeling, sometime it tells the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Put yourself in the other person's shoes:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're in love, admit it...you turn into a freak. This little monster that never existed until you meet this one great guy/girl you've always wanted. WHY? But that's the thing, that always happen when you're in love. UGH! Maybe you should just take time to put yourself in the other party's shoe. Damn, I've got a very good example but I can say it or I'll be busted. HA! Cause then the guy will think, he's like an experiment which obviously he's not. But any oh how, let me think of another exmple. Okay maybe you're too pushy, keep asking him to go out with you. If you're him, you'll find it annoying too right? Or you keep pushing him with intrusive question, you might sound like a freak and scare the shit outta him. &lt;br /&gt;Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The "always busy" excuses: You know sometimes someone is really busy or it's just an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;But I know some girls/guys still cling on to the excuses. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we've got to learn to read in between the lines. &lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to tell you straight: I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU! &lt;br /&gt;Take me as an example, I don't know how to say no. &lt;br /&gt;I'm bad with rejection. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, I always use busy as an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;But this guy cling on to that excuse for years. &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in poly and up till now that I've switch job twice. &lt;br /&gt;See, you need to read in between the lines. &lt;br /&gt;Life always has its hidden meaning. &lt;br /&gt;A is no longer A. &lt;br /&gt;And B is no longer B, it can stand for Bitch or Baby. &lt;br /&gt;Get it? &lt;br /&gt;Me tryin' to be funny there, if you don't get it, I'm a loser! &lt;br /&gt;Basically, some could really be busy and want so much to meet you but have not chance. &lt;br /&gt;Or he/she is really not that into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ASK!: Sometimes if everything else fail, look for help. &lt;br /&gt;The next best thing will be your friends. &lt;br /&gt;They'll help you out but don't take everything too hard cause they're not the guy/girl you like so human thinks differently. &lt;br /&gt;If you need to know, you can always ask the guy/girl themselve. &lt;br /&gt;Why not? &lt;br /&gt;I know it takes alot of courage which I know I don't have. &lt;br /&gt;But just get it over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;But after knowing the truth, take it like an adult. &lt;br /&gt;Do not get cranky and turn into a creepy freak. &lt;br /&gt;Accept the fact and move along. &lt;br /&gt;Take of of this example from one of our SS girls, she actually thought the guy she liked is avoiding her. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, she thought maybe it's tim to move on. &lt;br /&gt;He didn't contact her for almost a week. &lt;br /&gt;Any normal human will think, maybe he's just not that into me. &lt;br /&gt;Turning cold what, true? &lt;br /&gt;But the two of us told her to call him. &lt;br /&gt;ASK! &lt;br /&gt;Then guess what? &lt;br /&gt;HANDPHONE SPOIL! &lt;br /&gt;So the both of them assume that the other party is not interested but the fact is, &lt;br /&gt;handphone spoil. &lt;br /&gt;See, sometimes assumption just kills. &lt;br /&gt;But it could also be a tool to decipher hidden meanings and save you from further heartaches. &lt;br /&gt;Use it wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Give it room and time to breath: &lt;br /&gt;Love is about luck and perfect timing. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you actually asked him or her out, &lt;br /&gt;She's having an important project to do. &lt;br /&gt;Or he's not having a good day. &lt;br /&gt;Never rule out such cases. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative, &lt;br /&gt;I don't rule out such cases, that is. &lt;br /&gt;I always take first rejection as a definite NO forever! &lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I need to take time to let it breath. &lt;br /&gt;Give more time to it. &lt;br /&gt;You all should learn as well. &lt;br /&gt;While writing this, &lt;br /&gt;I learn as well. &lt;br /&gt;Make me a little positive, that is. &lt;br /&gt;I need it! &lt;br /&gt;HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any oh how, I hope this helps! &lt;br /&gt;And you can drop us your comment below. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't played around with it yet, &lt;br /&gt;I hope I know how it works. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kinn for the help! &lt;br /&gt;We just want to make the blog simple. &lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the email. &lt;br /&gt;Real sweet of all of you. &lt;br /&gt;Thought Surrendered Singles are extinct. &lt;br /&gt;If you still want to email us, here's the email... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:surrendered_singles@live.com"&gt;surrendered_singles@live.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can follow us on twitter as well: Singlebabes. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if we're not that active cause everyone's busy with work. &lt;br /&gt;But know that we're an avenue for you to rant and express anything. &lt;br /&gt;We do not judge. &lt;br /&gt;Cause you know what? &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I read your email, I feel you so much. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I read this email, I almost teared. &lt;br /&gt;And I was smiling as well cause I'm so able to relate to her. &lt;br /&gt;Eh same same, but I cannot be too open about it. &lt;br /&gt;Cause guys might think if I date them, &lt;br /&gt;I'm just using them as an experiment to write in Surrendered Singles. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm also secretive like that. &lt;br /&gt;But through emails, I'l like your sister and your bestfriend. &lt;br /&gt;I'm more personal there. &lt;br /&gt;Just sharing! &lt;br /&gt;Hope you girls have a good weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now out there, &lt;br /&gt;There's a girl being dumped and treated badly. &lt;br /&gt;You know you have us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8653378345894238834?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8653378345894238834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8653378345894238834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8653378345894238834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8653378345894238834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-rejected-what.html' title='I&apos;M REJECTED, WHAT?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpZX6AiXMVk/Tmry4Nv96hI/AAAAAAAAArA/3YF5sE94yxM/s72-c/rejected-stamp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-260060938327939601</id><published>2011-09-09T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:01:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks and firework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS THERE FIREWORK OR SPARKS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CU8M1LtMR4c/Tml9hP4m1ZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/q_abwVLNSL0/s1600/Heart%252520Shapped%252520Sparkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650185217666110866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CU8M1LtMR4c/Tml9hP4m1ZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/q_abwVLNSL0/s320/Heart%252520Shapped%252520Sparkler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just goin' to share my dating scenes. &lt;br /&gt;Just for the fun of it, that is. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I don't date that much, &lt;br /&gt;It always freak me out going for a date. &lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime before a date, &lt;br /&gt;I always feel that I'm never good enough. &lt;br /&gt;Not pretty, won't be as fun as what he wants and all the insecurities just popped like wild mushrooms by the road side. &lt;br /&gt;Wah Wah... I use metaphor like writing composition back in sec sch! HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never enjoy dates! &lt;br /&gt;I don't really go for dates but everytime when I say so, &lt;br /&gt;I'll start thinking of the dates I go out to. &lt;br /&gt;Eh quite a handful. &lt;br /&gt;So let's share. &lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I sound like a weirdo but sharing is caring. &lt;br /&gt;And one thing I love about Surrendered Singles is that, &lt;br /&gt;I will never feel that I'm alone. &lt;br /&gt;There's someone out there that feels me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About dates, &lt;br /&gt;I thank god cause I don't usually get awkward dates. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can just talk with anyone and whoever and I can just blend in. &lt;br /&gt;That's my plus point. &lt;br /&gt;No quiet boring dates for me. &lt;br /&gt;But the problem with me is that, &lt;br /&gt;I get too comfortable easily. &lt;br /&gt;And it might just send the wrong signal. &lt;br /&gt;Either he thinks it's easy to bed me or he thinks I'm treating him like just another guy friend. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I always have this problem and most guys I date will say this... &lt;br /&gt;"I know uh, I'm just another guy friend." &lt;br /&gt;Or is it a norm for all guys to say that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I watch details when I date. &lt;br /&gt;That's creepy uh? &lt;br /&gt;I may make you feel comfortable to the extend you can be yourself, and I can make you tell me all your secrets. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I'll take advantage of it but I'll take notice little details like your body language, your hidden expression. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, the problem with me is that I have a checklist. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to dump that away but I have it mentally written on my head: WRONG! &lt;br /&gt;I don't judge but can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;I quit playing games though, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that from the first date, you can see if someone the one. &lt;br /&gt;See, I watch too much movie?! &lt;br /&gt;So everytime if I go out with a guy and there's no spark, I won't want to label him boyfriend material anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I'll place him in the buddies rack. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of which, I think I'm the heartless bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, not proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in life, you'll meet this one person that will change everything. &lt;br /&gt;And since then my dating scene simply change. &lt;br /&gt;I met him, and he walked too fast. &lt;br /&gt;Like literally too fast. &lt;br /&gt;Considering he's hot, I thought hw didn't like me. &lt;br /&gt;Not considering that he might be nervous and to think again now, yes he is. &lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not a turn off. &lt;br /&gt;It's cute. &lt;br /&gt;My surrounding is fill with confident, calm and gentlemen so when I see things like this, I find it interesting and attractive. &lt;br /&gt;I never expect perfect dates with candle lit dinner and all that, &lt;br /&gt;I just expect fun, real fun. &lt;br /&gt;And you being yourself. &lt;br /&gt;And he's so nervous, he's just so cute. &lt;br /&gt;But me with my self-esteem issue thinks he don't like me and he didn't click inctantly with me so I thought there's nothing about us to pursue. &lt;br /&gt;And guess what? &lt;br /&gt;He's that one guy I can't forget till today. &lt;br /&gt;We've been in contact for almost 5 years now. &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me the drama behind it all.&lt;br /&gt;But I know he left an impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so narrow minded and too fairytale. &lt;br /&gt;Talking about spark and firework. &lt;br /&gt;I guess you need to make time to know someone better. &lt;br /&gt;No such thing as love at first sight and all. &lt;br /&gt;There is, but not everyone has that kind of story, you see. &lt;br /&gt;Love can build up after years as well. &lt;br /&gt;That's what happen to me. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you thought he's just another buddy, but one fine day it just light up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-260060938327939601?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/260060938327939601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=260060938327939601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/260060938327939601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/260060938327939601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/sparks-and-firework.html' title='Sparks and firework.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CU8M1LtMR4c/Tml9hP4m1ZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/q_abwVLNSL0/s72-c/Heart%252520Shapped%252520Sparkler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8206333767482744731</id><published>2011-09-08T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:32:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendered Singles REUNITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAgEgroFhow/Tmg8RQrhilI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2TlibfHV2WM/s1600/307348_10150790280390537_838660536_20481079_1755455353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649831999769250386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAgEgroFhow/Tmg8RQrhilI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2TlibfHV2WM/s320/307348_10150790280390537_838660536_20481079_1755455353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you miss us? We miss you all,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7013890901719259782-8206333767482744731?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8206333767482744731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8206333767482744731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8206333767482744731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8206333767482744731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/surrendered-singles-reunite.html' title='Surrendered Singles REUNITE!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAgEgroFhow/Tmg8RQrhilI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2TlibfHV2WM/s72-c/307348_10150790280390537_838660536_20481079_1755455353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4881597343479357100</id><published>2011-09-08T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:45:52.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back, yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tryin' to post Avril Lavigne song: Stop Standing There. &lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the song is about not knowing where the bond between a girl and a boy is heading. &lt;br /&gt;Its like not knowing whether you're a friend or more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every girl get this kind problem. &lt;br /&gt;You're too shy to express your feelings, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, if I'm stuck in such situation, I'll wait for the guy to make the first move. &lt;br /&gt;But I heard youngster these days so daring uh? &lt;br /&gt;Chey, I talk as if I'm some old aunty. &lt;br /&gt;But my generation, most of us so shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was at SCAPE. &lt;br /&gt;Just love to go there cause I feel young. &lt;br /&gt;This guy came over and ask me,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey wanna join us, it's my friend's birthday?" &lt;br /&gt;I was like, WHAT?! &lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell this small kid, so daring uh please. &lt;br /&gt;He can be like 5 to 6 years younger than me please. &lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I look young. &lt;br /&gt;But so daring uh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decline nicely, awkwardly to a 17 year old. &lt;br /&gt;How can I be intimidated by a 17 year old. I'm 23, HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;Then he goes with his: Oh come on, just for him. It's his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! &lt;br /&gt;Daring uh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story is about drugs. &lt;br /&gt;Nowadays the youngster so "cool" uh? &lt;br /&gt;Take drug and fell so WOW about it. &lt;br /&gt;During my time, drug was OMG! &lt;br /&gt;If you're a drug addict, my mum confirm chop don't allow me to be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;And everyone will look at you in a weird way. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, maybe it's cool for some other people. &lt;br /&gt;I forget, I was a nerd back in school. &lt;br /&gt;HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm just writing random thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;Hope there's still people reading. &lt;br /&gt;Oh I write not cause I want people to read, but I just want to share. &lt;br /&gt;Surrendered Singles, REUNITE! &lt;br /&gt;We, girls just had a good catchin' up session yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Want to sneak peak a photo? &lt;br /&gt;HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4881597343479357100?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4881597343479357100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4881597343479357100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4881597343479357100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4881597343479357100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-back-yes.html' title='We&apos;re back, yes!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8734724100837676930</id><published>2011-06-29T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:59:09.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpWhEOS4UM/TgrNMhrs3ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c8QK-xuBpTM/s1600/253120_151715698232647_100001826531756_322885_5972881_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpWhEOS4UM/TgrNMhrs3ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c8QK-xuBpTM/s320/253120_151715698232647_100001826531756_322885_5972881_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623532699809275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned&lt;/div&gt;Mistake overturned&lt;br /&gt;So I call it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;My soul has returned&lt;br /&gt;So I call it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson learned".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lesson Learned, Alicia Keys&lt;/i&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/7013890901719259782-8734724100837676930?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8734724100837676930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8734724100837676930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8734724100837676930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8734724100837676930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-life.html' title='good life.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpWhEOS4UM/TgrNMhrs3ZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c8QK-xuBpTM/s72-c/253120_151715698232647_100001826531756_322885_5972881_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2277244909926343601</id><published>2011-04-25T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:16:29.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single, not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was waiting for my boyfriend the other day at Somerset, then 2 guys came and approach me. I think they saw me standing at the control station for quite some time. and so maybe they also thought i was waiting for a friend. sooo... they approach me. and 1 of the guy asked my number for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hello, my friend yang tu nak kenal-kenal boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (shock cum blur face but my face got maintain lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Boleh mintak number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: hmmm huh? (still blur. ok fine, action blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy 1 to Guy 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: dia tak paham ah macam mane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(question mark face. i think he thinks i bisu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; takpelah.. (walk away membawa hati yg pasrah.. boleh gitu? hahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sorry yah (he said and smile at me and walk away with his friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i smile to myself. hahahaha! dah lama pe org tak approach and mintak number like that in public. well yeah even when i was single back then, no one lor do that to me. coz i think last time i super ignorant and i have the "Don't talk to me if you are a stranger. Don't even bother to smile at me" like that kind of face. but i swear, i am very friendly. now biler dah ade bf, baru ade org kat public mintak number eh. hahaa! ape sajelah. of coz i don't bother lah. i think the guys think im not malay lah. takkan dorg pikir im bisu kan?? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, bila takde org nak kenal-kenal, takde teros. bila ada, lepas satu-satu datang. i realise that it does not only happen to me. but to others too. notice the pattern anot? im not sure about any of you. but ya there will be a season of time, bila ada.. hahhhh lepas satu-satu dtg balek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what will you do if a guy ask for your number in public? What will you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Pretend you dont hear anything and act blur (like dats what i did. hehh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: entertain him and give him a fake number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: ask for his' instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: give him ur email address/ fb instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: say: sorry, but im actually waiting for my bf (i shud have said that!! hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: give him an arrogant look and bolayan (not encouraged to do this eh girls. cannot lidat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: exchange. i mean, why not, u're just widening your circle of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno mann. there's no right or wrong way to this. i mean, there's no harm making friends. but somehow, to me lah. if you're single, for the fun of it, ask for his fb instead. hahahaha! then the rest is up to you whether u want to add him and go on to the next stage of being his friend. it's all about the instinct? you might never noe, he might be the one ure looking for? jodoh tak kemana kan? hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday blues everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Will try and update the blog more yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2277244909926343601?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2277244909926343601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2277244909926343601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2277244909926343601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2277244909926343601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/04/single-not.html' title='single, not!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3084051947746961557</id><published>2011-04-08T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:28:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on tight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMra7DzZ8k/TZ5yKPEB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QCznE--NYG8/s1600/tumblr_lbwcsk2Ox01qdbbywo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMra7DzZ8k/TZ5yKPEB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QCznE--NYG8/s320/tumblr_lbwcsk2Ox01qdbbywo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033307408431506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I guess, if anything, it’s about taking chances, even when you think you’re all out of chances. It’s about giving forgiveness and unconditional love, even when it seems like you should only do the opposite. It’s about trusting that God puts people in your life at certain times so that you can capitalize on the opportunity. It’s all about the possibility. It’s all about what you do with those possibilities. Life is short, but it moves so fast. Hang on and enjoy the ride. And when someone comes along with whom you enjoy spending the ride with; hold on tight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samantha Mott&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/7013890901719259782-3084051947746961557?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3084051947746961557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3084051947746961557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3084051947746961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3084051947746961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/04/hold-on-tight.html' title='hold on tight!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMra7DzZ8k/TZ5yKPEB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QCznE--NYG8/s72-c/tumblr_lbwcsk2Ox01qdbbywo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5715915944296178979</id><published>2011-03-07T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:08:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This song was on a repeat mode for the past few hours. Such a sad song based on a true life story of Chris Medina. I'm sure many of us already knew who he is now. Such an awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What are words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;When you say them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What are words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Then they don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;When it's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And I'm gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What are words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;When you say them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What are words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Then they don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;When it's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still many good guys around. girls, stop complaining or saying that u r giving up on love coz there's no more such guys in this world. okay maybe not a lot, but im sure there's always a soft spot in every guy's heart. and to have someone like Chris Medina in your life, is truly a blessing. His fiancee is the most luckiest lady in this world. indeed love is about accepting and sticking through each other's side come what may. and i know it's so hard to find. can't deny. but well, must never stop believing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this also apply to our daily life. always say what you mean, mean what you say. love is not always about the good times. and never leave someone when that's the moment of time when he/she need you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy working everyone!&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-5715915944296178979?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5715915944296178979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5715915944296178979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5715915944296178979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5715915944296178979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-words.html' title='what are words'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-363661693641822749</id><published>2011-02-28T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T03:29:19.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Singlerette,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoOMV7WzBQg/TWqkH7InogI/AAAAAAAAAqI/dOkZq2ha8Nk/s1600/180818_186972974674801_100000862986866_428285_75015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578451544491663874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoOMV7WzBQg/TWqkH7InogI/AAAAAAAAAqI/dOkZq2ha8Nk/s320/180818_186972974674801_100000862986866_428285_75015_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this blog alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause everytime I feel sad regarding love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I read or write for Surrendered Singles Blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't feel alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know someone out there is feeling me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blame my screwed up body clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish it's Saturday today so that everyone is hyped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Sunday, everyone is forcing themselve to sleep for workin' Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While right now, I'm wide awake and I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I suppose to do at this hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squeeze my blackhead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch DVD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I feel lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm usually occupied with so many things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have lots of company but tonight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply feel lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A boyfriend will make a good use,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sadly I'M SINGLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At some point of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just need that man to comfort you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shower you with love and warm, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been fooling around alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attracting all the wrong man, but they're hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's hot, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need someone that trully loves me for who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that will stick by till the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the play around for fun kind, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to know that great guy is actually your close buddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worst still he's actually starting to date someone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW MORE PATHETIC CAN LIFE BE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being surrounded by boys is no big deal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being with the one that trully loves you is THE BIG DEAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's very hard to find a guy that trully loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like ONLY love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some just wants sex out of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some wants money and blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I feel down to the ground now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on a positive note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's look up to other better things that I've acquired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again, LOVE plays a big role in a girl's life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-363661693641822749?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/363661693641822749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=363661693641822749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/363661693641822749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/363661693641822749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/02/am-i-alone.html' title='Am I alone?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoOMV7WzBQg/TWqkH7InogI/AAAAAAAAAqI/dOkZq2ha8Nk/s72-c/180818_186972974674801_100000862986866_428285_75015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6325149344970427627</id><published>2011-01-26T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:05:05.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang Sayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO &lt;em&gt;SINGLE &lt;/em&gt;LADIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TT_LDSsdfII/AAAAAAAAAp8/qNCAllEmJoo/s1600/SAM_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How you've all been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just here for a short one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all those singlerette that woke up feeling shitty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please Please...know that you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I felt the exact feeling last 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like what I dream for is not what I really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You chase for someting all your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got it and you suddenly feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But worry not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I tell myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a phase in everyone's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self-comforting much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give myself more time and you all should to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give yourself another chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't be too hard on yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self-advice much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're not alone, Dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling the same way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while you're focus chasing after your dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the day, you know you need someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you miss having that man that will be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT'S A GOOD REALIZATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't be independent and alone all your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Realization uh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must settle down one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot be self-centered and live life alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUST GET MARRIED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take time to loosen up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self-advice again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any oh how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have my bestfriend for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're amazing, don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How come friends can ligten your burden like magic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COOOOOL EH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any oh how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Singlerette...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know that you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright to just sit down there and cry your heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ever forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're human, We're a woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fail and we cry our heart and sometimes feel like giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright to make mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't let this goes to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand up, chin up, walk on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easier said than done, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm experiencing it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But let's give it a try, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come, give me a hug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't need it, I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayang sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6325149344970427627?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6325149344970427627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6325149344970427627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6325149344970427627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6325149344970427627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/01/sayang-sayang.html' title='Sayang Sayang.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6832563092208982779</id><published>2011-01-14T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:19:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You DON'T NEED A Boyfriend To Feel Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You DON'T NEED A Boyfriend To Feel Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMFpZRDYha4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMFpZRDYha4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHA! dis guy above is damn funny! enjoy watching it guys! my colleague showed me the video and i burst out laughing while watching this. hahha! but 1 thing i hafta agree, You DON'T NEED A Boyfriend To Feel Good!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love, kin.&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/7013890901719259782-6832563092208982779?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6832563092208982779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6832563092208982779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6832563092208982779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6832563092208982779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-need-boyfriend-to-feel-good.html' title='You DON&apos;T NEED A Boyfriend To Feel Good!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5876925898112177886</id><published>2011-01-05T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:24:50.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ladies and gentlemen! It's the NEW YEAR already! Happy 2011 to all the readers. Don't think there are anymore readers who read this dusty anak daras punye blog. Boohooo. hehee. anyway i'm back for a rant! hehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2010. it's just like any other year for most of us. but surrendered singles felt very honoured to be invited to be covered in the Sutra Magazine. if you can still remember lah. hehee. like paisey also coz we are shy girls u noe *hahahaha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nahh. tadaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126096365894914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzlguKvQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/R7olqxfMIGY/s320/125411174.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh wells. let's leave 2010 sweet memories and let's now create a new memory for 2011! if you are waiting for a day to start things all over from ground zero, this is the perfect month! the start of something new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realise, as i grow older, whatever my mama or papa said, is right. their advices are the best. the only problem is, they tend to nag and drag when they give you useful advices when the topic is about love and sex! this can be applied to anyone who is in a relationship also lah. not only for the single ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like for example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Advice #1: "Don't call the guy-play hard to get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or in malay people say,"Jual mahal." hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TSQnqzC1WhI/AAAAAAAAAps/Pbe1Z911jX4/s320/SDC13963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558611456292117010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think in someway or another, it's true. A guy get challenged when you treat them that way. IF the guy is really interested in you lah. Coz then you will know if he is really into you or just plain infatuation. But notice that my parents always reminded me to not play around too much. Coz he'll get tired of it and that will change his impression on you. He might think that you-are-mana-nye-big-shot-je-nak-step-jual-mahal. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Advice #2: "Always have a stash of your own hard earn money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or in malay people say,"Jangan nak harapkan duit org lelaki je."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TSQpaEWETWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qoFXzMe_Zdo/s320/duit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558613367901670754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inilah pesan org-org tua. girls nowadays dah tak macam dulu-dulu lagi. we should be independent. have a career so that when you are in a relationship, and if anything bad were to happen, you get to save your butt financially. mama always tell me jangan makan budi org sangat. jgn susah kan org. nanti bila dah biasa, apa-apa terjadi, you will fall flat on the ground with nothing to support you. so yes, kena ada savings sendiri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Advice #3: "Don't need to marry pilot, lawyer, or doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they won't have time for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or in malay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"cari org yang sederhana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hidup ni biar sederhana."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's true. sekarang semua org nak pangkat tinggi. nak gaji tinggi. oklah i understand. the standard of living in singapore is very high. but then again, if we know how to compromise and share financial decisions, im sure things will be okay? maybe yes? no? haha up to individual lah k. yg penting kena cari org yg pandai layan and pandai mengambil hati anda ye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so betol tak cakap org tua. ada part boleh agree ade part susah nak agree. but these are the few advices that my parents always remind me. kadang-kadang kata-kata org tua ni ada berkat nye kalau kita ikotkan. hehee.. anyway, till then! i'll blog more when i have more ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love, kin.&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/7013890901719259782-5876925898112177886?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5876925898112177886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5876925898112177886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5876925898112177886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5876925898112177886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzlguKvQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/R7olqxfMIGY/s72-c/125411174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4903769264915971813</id><published>2010-12-05T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:36:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten rule?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello &lt;em&gt;Singlerettes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPsHDWE93oI/AAAAAAAAApg/b-TwmG6YCRc/s1600/Slide13.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547035120084311682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPsHDWE93oI/AAAAAAAAApg/b-TwmG6YCRc/s320/Slide13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a long time, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How are all of you doin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just here to randomly talk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about girls dating their own good girlfriend's exbf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like an unwritten rule, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's your take on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And do you mind your exbf dating your good girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or do you care to date you good girlfriend's exbf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just something all of you can discuss and think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the 3 of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all hope you all are doing fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, my love life is mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm too busy with my work now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too tired to even flirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no phone calls after work cause I'm to sleepy when I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While texting at work is no where possible with how occupied I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm, what say dating a colleague?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAFE TIME, RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dating at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just kiddin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a Good Sunday, &lt;em&gt;Love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4903769264915971813?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4903769264915971813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4903769264915971813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4903769264915971813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4903769264915971813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/12/unwritten-rule.html' title='Unwritten rule?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPsHDWE93oI/AAAAAAAAApg/b-TwmG6YCRc/s72-c/Slide13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4873347933787720152</id><published>2010-12-03T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:43:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy december!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPhX76odF2I/AAAAAAAAApY/zX5nnM_7Iyo/s1600/tumblr_lclg73sBhz1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPhX76odF2I/AAAAAAAAApY/zX5nnM_7Iyo/s320/tumblr_lclg73sBhz1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546279627969599330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey all. we are sorry if we haven been updating the blog for quite some time. all 3 are currently busy with their work commitment. we will keep sharing more topics in time to come okay? do email us if you need any help or if u have any ideas on what topic we shud talk about. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope everyone is doing well. email us okay? and hey if you're feeling down after a break up, cry as much as you want. no one can understand the situation you are going through so much better than you. and remember, "Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again. This time, more intelligently. -Henry Ford".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheers to happy and smiley faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get your back up if you're at ground zero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come on girls, there's so much more to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo!&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/7013890901719259782-4873347933787720152?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4873347933787720152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4873347933787720152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4873347933787720152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4873347933787720152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-december.html' title='happy december!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TPhX76odF2I/AAAAAAAAApY/zX5nnM_7Iyo/s72-c/tumblr_lclg73sBhz1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7381532054202460805</id><published>2010-11-09T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:54:50.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rainboww-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/rainboww-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi single or not so single ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How's everyone doing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope everyone is doing just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember the keyword: Life goes on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be and get excited! It's coming to the end of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Party here and there. Party hard, party smart yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zoom off for a short getaway trip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even if it's JB, go have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you fulfill all your 2010 resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not, better do it fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smile always, and the world will smile with you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7381532054202460805?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7381532054202460805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7381532054202460805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7381532054202460805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7381532054202460805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-287716476759884397</id><published>2010-10-22T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:45:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you for REAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW IF A GUY IS A REAL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GENTLEMEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TMFa5Bhml-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilrtGlaMmao/s1600/55227764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530801753096099810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TMFa5Bhml-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilrtGlaMmao/s320/55227764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the kind of girl who rarely trust a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And usually my instinct is always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until of course, when you find your match...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errr, more that I found someone of a better capability to deceive my instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say he's a &lt;strong&gt;perfect jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend of mine told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't played the game long enough cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he know you have a blog that appear on the mags, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you're too smart for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can always blackmail him to publish your story and post his photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say I don't waste my time on thrash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know he's capable of making up stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's new when guys a sore loser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll say they dumped you and you weren't good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or worst still, claim that he've used you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW TYPICAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, just ignore and lead your own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't bother to look into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know not everyone is as ignorant as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But do yourself a favour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LET IT BE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting go takes a little longer time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But let it be is slightly more possible to be done right now as we talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know he's a mess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why bother waste your time on him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you see he plays his trick on other girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LUCKY I'M SAVED NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LUCKY! I found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be a freak and stalk the other girl and start trying to play miss nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUST IGNORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad that the new girl is the new target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterall, don't be in-denial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside you're all broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're actually envious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel really sad that he played the same trick on other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought he's really sweet until you know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAYMN, He did it to every other girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't brag and curse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead THANK GOD you found out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Takes time for the reality to sips in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Painful as hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But lesson as heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, it's scary isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know which to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh heck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say love is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like taking a risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-287716476759884397?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/287716476759884397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=287716476759884397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/287716476759884397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/287716476759884397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-you-for-real.html' title='Are you for REAL?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TMFa5Bhml-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ilrtGlaMmao/s72-c/55227764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-398455124573228117</id><published>2010-10-19T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:13:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO PROUD OF MY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TL0LoQPdobI/AAAAAAAAApI/h--5QuifzVc/s1600/68084_10150097517958362_627693361_7365726_3346460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529588703663333810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TL0LoQPdobI/AAAAAAAAApI/h--5QuifzVc/s320/68084_10150097517958362_627693361_7365726_3346460_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I haven't been spending much time with you, both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm so proud of the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinn is doin' well with her boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which I'm so happy for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm so proud of Zah cause it's her 3rd graduation now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how far you've gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinn is so wise, she deserve a pat on her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While my Zah is so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korang dua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE'VE GROWN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how we used to handle things back then as compared to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE ALL DESERVE A PAT ON THE BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'm sad that I wasn't at Zah's graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I'm there every year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It brings goosebump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it's like a reminder how the 3 of us have evolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And girls, I have good news to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please! Please! Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Significant person in my life, know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-398455124573228117?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/398455124573228117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=398455124573228117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/398455124573228117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/398455124573228117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-girls.html' title='I love my girls!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TL0LoQPdobI/AAAAAAAAApI/h--5QuifzVc/s72-c/68084_10150097517958362_627693361_7365726_3346460_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-9161682862068538922</id><published>2010-10-10T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:29:39.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love, Surrendered (not so!) Singles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="342" height="281"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0toCy9S1kak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0toCy9S1kak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="342" height="281"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-9161682862068538922?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/9161682862068538922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=9161682862068538922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/9161682862068538922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/9161682862068538922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-love-surrendered-not-so-singles.html' title='With Love, Surrendered (not so!) Singles.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4395580407409329011</id><published>2010-10-06T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:29:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$ make the world go round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO SINGLERETTES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Or the &lt;em&gt;not so single&lt;/em&gt; too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TKtsImLiccI/AAAAAAAAApA/J9LHMvHdmWI/s1600/Slide11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524628262843740610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TKtsImLiccI/AAAAAAAAApA/J9LHMvHdmWI/s320/Slide11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've nothing particular in mind now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just watched a malay movie: Pisau Cukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STATUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that what all girls look for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personally as a girl myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do look for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not exactly status but money is a major YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again to the boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get too excited if you're rich enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to the not so rich ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't run under you mom's armpit just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause other that financial stability girls look for other aspects as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SECURITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotionally, financially and physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls need to know that you will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's the only girl in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, other than you grandmama, mama and sissyter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like durh, she wants you close if possible and again financial security too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way, money is important but maybe for some girls the percentage varies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some may need emotional security more than the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about financial support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still a young girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not open to marriage preparation or anything along that line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe all this while I'm just plain ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But once recently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met a guy that work really hard for his marriage preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Financially, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took OT, work extra hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seek advise from senior how to manage his cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, how sweet can that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Discuss about decor, food and blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just think it's adorable when boys seriously think about marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh money money make the world go round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's already 2.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the single girls who's going to get married soon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENJOY THE PLANNING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get too uptight and expect lesser so everything will be above the expectation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't forget to have fun while you're on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4395580407409329011?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4395580407409329011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4395580407409329011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4232075546029743893</id><published>2010-09-28T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:20:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Project 101: Burning the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TKHN249mFHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jmty08VaxT4/s1600/Slide8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521920961020302450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TKHN249mFHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jmty08VaxT4/s320/Slide8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So how do you girls doing with the &lt;em&gt;burnin&lt;/em&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is coping well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more love and warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Email us @ &lt;a href="mailto:surrendered_singles@live.com"&gt;surrendered_singles@live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been coping rather well.&lt;br /&gt;And why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISTRACTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it works?&lt;br /&gt;It actually source out your attention away from him.&lt;br /&gt;The past, the one you want to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;In my case,&lt;br /&gt;I distract myself with my dream.&lt;br /&gt;The things I never dare to do, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause what's more painful than another failure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determine to make this work cause I don't want another failure.&lt;br /&gt;I tried, and I got it.&lt;br /&gt;One of my dream almost gonna come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source out that energy.&lt;br /&gt;Do something to distract yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe start goin' to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;To spice it all up,&lt;br /&gt;Go with someone you find hot or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go with this guyfriend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think he got hot arms.&lt;br /&gt;That's effing random,&lt;br /&gt;But why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Rule No. 04:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DISTRACT YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY TRYIN' SUNSHINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7013890901719259782-4232075546029743893?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4232075546029743893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4232075546029743893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4232075546029743893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4232075546029743893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/burnin.html' title='Burnin&apos;...'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TKHN249mFHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Jmty08VaxT4/s72-c/Slide8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4416998284428787073</id><published>2010-09-24T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:49:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn it yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Project 101: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Burning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the Bridge. (UPDATES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJuOh7Km05I/AAAAAAAAAow/G5uBzKHADKY/s1600/superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520162481741681554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJuOh7Km05I/AAAAAAAAAow/G5uBzKHADKY/s320/superhero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just in case,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You girls have read the previous entry and motivated to try some of my suggestions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How things goin' on honey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what happen to mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got myself burnt instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I contacted him back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I need a clear explanation to the matters before I walk off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you girls can do so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depend on the situation, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rule No. (02) Don't stoop too low and hurt your pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rule No. (03) Don't be pushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to be clear that you've tried your very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that you know there's really nothing that can be helped between you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you can leave and burnt everything peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No rush, think before you act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cause this will be the last time you clear matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should do it in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And something that you'll never regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've done my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot deny the fact that along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt like mad, please thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG HUG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to walk this slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this might sound like a sore loser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if it helps you...why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm deleting him off my facebook list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause a freak, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe everyone else is as freak as I am but won't want to admit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll check his profile 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember Rule No. (01):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything got to do with him, got to GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I make this sound like some experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just cause I make it sound easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That does not mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm good at getting over a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I make it sound easy so that I'll be a supportive girlfriend to all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't know how it hurts in here, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ergh, nah every heartbreak has it fair share of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're on the same boat, Honeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's hold hand and make this less painful, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you crying like a baby now like I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sayang Sayang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll find happiness soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2627191065657856103</id><published>2010-09-23T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:05:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Raya Visiting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether it bothers you, me or anyone...I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But let's just discuss it since I'm awake early today before work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CAN'T JUST LET THIS BLOG COVERED WITH DUST, RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMeJyHoPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GaTCrFFLPDc/s1600/60620_441301984390_527134390_5006658_495419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519949111690240242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMeJyHoPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GaTCrFFLPDc/s320/60620_441301984390_527134390_5006658_495419_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First and foremost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the 3 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very bad with Hari Raya greeting so try to put up with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always end up crying even before I seek for forgiveness, so pardon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan batin if any of us do offend any of you intentionally or unintentionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all the guys out there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might hurt your ego, we're sincerely sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to all the girls that got hurt my our harsh words sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We meant well cause a hrad knock will help you wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're sorry if we pose like REM, yes the hate tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's cute but we're sorry if anything we do offend anyone in any ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're seeking for duit raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can kindly queue up at Kinn's &amp;amp; Zah's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're rich people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can ask their address from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm more than willing to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm (Icka) still 17 so I'm still carrying a big handbag with pockets on my baju raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still doing &lt;em&gt;Raya Collection Loh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMdp95sTI/AAAAAAAAAog/he0fLmfIV98/s1600/57896_1415800191296_1121315568_31006494_5585149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519949103149723954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMdp95sTI/AAAAAAAAAog/he0fLmfIV98/s320/57896_1415800191296_1121315568_31006494_5585149_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I'm on makcik-makcik rantings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can all view the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMRD0p7tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YWdxufuue5o/s1600/59476_435019393810_657318810_5313762_7366758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948886751964882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMRD0p7tI/AAAAAAAAAoY/YWdxufuue5o/s320/59476_435019393810_657318810_5313762_7366758_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frequent questions you get when you're on Raya Visiting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're almost graduating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makciks will ask: DAH HABIS SEKOLAH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Makciks, do you know that it stress us when you ask that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We have an exam to study and here we are beraya-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't reminf us, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've graduated: DAH KERJA? &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Makciks, Do you know it's hard to find jobs these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not only you keep asking me this but my whole family do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enough of nagging from mum at home, now you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STRESSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've got a job: DAH ADA BOYFRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wah seh, dahlah aku sorang je yang single mingle in the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Must stress me that I'm tak laku meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then they'll go on and on making you blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Cik ada calon-calon tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Makciks on matchmaking service 101! What's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you already have a boyfriend: BILA NAK KAHWIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another 101 stress situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAAHHH, this part don't know what to comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then when you married: BILA NAK ADA ANAK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let say, if she can't give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you spare a thought, makciks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or do you know there's such things as FAMILY PLANNING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you already have a child: PSLE DAPAT BERAPA POINT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aiseyman, kalau anak nya ada kurang pandai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tak stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mak encik...Mak encik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your son grows older: ANAK KAU DAH ADA GF EH? NAMPAK KELMARIN DEKAT 7ELEVEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mak Encik...Mak Encik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMQ5dbLrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vNTdaoOb62I/s1600/60120_1415805751435_1121315568_31006524_5937543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948883970174642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMQ5dbLrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vNTdaoOb62I/s320/60120_1415805751435_1121315568_31006524_5937543_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is random, but as a child do know how to take care of your family's reputation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember how you can easily tarnish your parent's good name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not putting all the blame on Mak Enciks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes they're just out to start off a topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Mak ciks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rather you start off a topic like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) Dah makan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2) Baru balik kerja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3) Wah baju raya tempah ke? Lawa lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(4) Dah berapa banyak rumah pergi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errrm, actually there's no use suggesting cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they'll end up talking about the same old Raya Questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one I listed above with red fonts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAAAA! HAAA! HAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMQcYIQDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JDJ5QouRsm0/s1600/60887_496383658361_627693361_7090484_4672929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948876163334194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMQcYIQDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JDJ5QouRsm0/s320/60887_496383658361_627693361_7090484_4672929_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMP-2vo_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/urOrHA94Ij0/s1600/61411_441304639390_527134390_5006704_3465696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948868238681074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMP-2vo_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/urOrHA94Ij0/s320/61411_441304639390_527134390_5006704_3465696_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LIVE WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;That's the Raya Culture,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know you'll miss it after the culture's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So makciks,&lt;br /&gt;Keep asking and stress our generations!&lt;br /&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMPRdxuOI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YvD9vPFKuWg/s1600/61411_441304654390_527134390_5006707_3723191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948856054364386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMPRdxuOI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YvD9vPFKuWg/s320/61411_441304654390_527134390_5006707_3723191_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLz7briYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SUSnUmwQY9s/s1600/62079_435018138810_657318810_5313719_2454099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948386283522434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLz7briYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SUSnUmwQY9s/s320/62079_435018138810_657318810_5313719_2454099_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzgT05vI/AAAAAAAAAno/aWxXRBljz6U/s1600/62083_435019953810_657318810_5313782_7831084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948379002824434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzgT05vI/AAAAAAAAAno/aWxXRBljz6U/s320/62083_435019953810_657318810_5313782_7831084_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzuB0lSI/AAAAAAAAAng/eTD9aGEcFiM/s1600/62083_435019983810_657318810_5313788_7695052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948382685402402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzuB0lSI/AAAAAAAAAng/eTD9aGEcFiM/s320/62083_435019983810_657318810_5313788_7695052_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzCvsrKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ePT5B0nVFSw/s1600/63018_496383608361_627693361_7090481_5814705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948371066662050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLzCvsrKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ePT5B0nVFSw/s320/63018_496383608361_627693361_7090481_5814705_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLytAO7bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DGxAixYaf5o/s1600/63835_496383623361_627693361_7090482_3311638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519948365230435762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrLytAO7bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DGxAixYaf5o/s320/63835_496383623361_627693361_7090482_3311638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you have a blissful day ahead, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2627191065657856103?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2627191065657856103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2627191065657856103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2627191065657856103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2627191065657856103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/hows-raya-visiting.html' title='How&apos;s Raya Visiting?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrMeJyHoPI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GaTCrFFLPDc/s72-c/60620_441301984390_527134390_5006658_495419_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6993188832869034289</id><published>2010-09-23T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:37:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 101: Burning the bridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Project 101: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Burning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrGbmeTEZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q4mKZhwb37c/s1600/SDC14600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519942470782357906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrGbmeTEZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q4mKZhwb37c/s320/SDC14600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't care what your reasons are to burn the bridge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you decide to forget someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COME JOIN ME ON MY SCOOTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pssst, not mine. Aksyen only!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's not enough seats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can stroll...alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Pelan-Pelan Kayuh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gettin' over someone you used to love is hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worst still if you still love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your brain says: I WANT TO LET GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the heart says: I STILL WANT TO BE HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, we always keep our readers close to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like OUR OWN GIRLFRIENDS/SISTERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am with you walking this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, it's not going to be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in this with all of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm close to being a heartbroken-&lt;em&gt;hati remuk sudah pecah liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This entry is not for us to brag about what happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither is it to gain attention nor sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're here reading this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're ready to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO BURN THE BRIDGE...as said from the starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the kind of person that rarely falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you put Taufik Batisah infront of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll shriek but I won't fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I do, I'll fall deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess there's many out there like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIGH 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of that it freaks me out when I'm falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decide to just give it a go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I've been single for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the sis-in-law told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should seriously think about boyfriend when you're 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked like I don't give a huu hee about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But secretly I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you don't go for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I accepted the guy for who he is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But shit happens along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again, I'm not going to blame anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I've said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about getting over, remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the flow will go like all of yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just that I PRETEND that I'm fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the EGO starts to speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gives out alot of pretentious lies, agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start finding other distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to date and try to FORGET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nothing seems to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again, you will visit his site a million of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading in between the so called lines on every shout out he wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIRLS, WAKE UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, including me WAKE UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rule No. (01) when you decide to forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anything that remind you of him got to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I started of with my cellphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deleted the past messages and his contact out of my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more photos and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's no need to rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLOW &amp;amp; STEADY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't do it and regret it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it makes you think of him even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You do it step by step and let it burn slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No rush, No pressure, Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do it on your own will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't stress yourself with the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just focus on what you think you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bit by bit, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope there's a continuation to this entry cause like I've said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll walk this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not strong, girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you all, that's why I'm here writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all give me strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me a valuable lessons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope yours did the same thing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we'll take this slow and steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We'll all be fine, &lt;em&gt;yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6993188832869034289?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6993188832869034289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6993188832869034289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6993188832869034289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6993188832869034289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/project-101-burning-bridge.html' title='Project 101: Burning the bridge.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJrGbmeTEZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q4mKZhwb37c/s72-c/SDC14600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-724963638464206104</id><published>2010-09-20T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:54:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak of this year raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJc8XPhs9SI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r_nt6ops32o/s1600/60466_496383128361_627693361_7090453_1275163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518946238368380194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJc8XPhs9SI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r_nt6ops32o/s320/60466_496383128361_627693361_7090453_1275163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends are the family members we choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bring joy and laughter in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singlerettes, you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will share more photos soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAVE A GOOD ONE, LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do send us views on LOVE &amp;amp; MONEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything got to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can send it through:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrendered_singles.live.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through our individual emails/FB message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowin' you truckloads of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-724963638464206104?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/724963638464206104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=724963638464206104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/724963638464206104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/724963638464206104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/sneak-peak-of-this-year-raya.html' title='Sneak Peak of this year raya.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TJc8XPhs9SI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r_nt6ops32o/s72-c/60466_496383128361_627693361_7090453_1275163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6659106852002454995</id><published>2010-09-16T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:46:51.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey all! Selamat Hari Raya to all our readers. How's Hari Raya this year for you this year? Eat alot? Drink too much F&amp;amp;N? hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ickaicka.multiply.com/photos/album/217/Raya_Monyet#100"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://multiply.com/mu/ickaicka/image/1/photos/217/500x500/100/SDC10570.JPG?et=RD4uw5AIOY0E6sxUnp5RzA&amp;amp;nmid=287740245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On behalf of the other 2, i would like to take the opportunity to minta maaf zahir dan batin for any wrongdoing the 3 of us have done to any of you. Who knows right sape-sape yang terasa ke time baca ni blog. hehee.. sorry banyak-banyak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/184/monkeys_iftar_2010#28"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://multiply.com/mu/syikinhartnett/image/1/photos/184/500x500/28/DSC-0752.JPG?et=JtlvN8LDvy2lL4dJqwnGEA&amp;amp;nmid=361786302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ampunkan kami ye! Hehe... Anyway, kin here. I really miss the 2 of them lah! Im so sorry if surrendered singles.blogspot.com is abit stagnant lately. excuse us ladies and gentlemen, we will try to update more often with more hot and sizzling story yeah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy your raya people! It's only the 1st week of raya and the mood is dead right? Well, i can't wait to meet my friends for raya visiting this weekend. Hopefully this makcik atikah can make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ickaicka.multiply.com/photos/album/217/Raya_Monyet#28"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://multiply.com/mu/ickaicka/image/1/photos/217/500x500/28/SDC10499.JPG?et=afELSfGqHDTCxncXVArjLw&amp;amp;nmid=287740245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7013890901719259782-6659106852002454995?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6659106852002454995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6659106852002454995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6659106852002454995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6659106852002454995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1236683976232660487</id><published>2010-09-13T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:11:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stop by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TI3qcHWhuyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DGkrP6eZFUE/s1600/a_walk_in_the_clouds_by_missunfortunate-d2yf4rx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TI3qcHWhuyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DGkrP6eZFUE/s320/a_walk_in_the_clouds_by_missunfortunate-d2yf4rx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516322887329495842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pertemuan, ajal dan jodoh ditangan Tuhan. Jika hitam kataNya hitam juga hasilnya. Kita tidak menolak apa jua yang Dia berikan kerana sesungguhnya hanya Dia yang Maha mengetuhui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Epilog Syurga Cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1236683976232660487?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1236683976232660487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1236683976232660487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1236683976232660487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1236683976232660487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/09/stop-by.html' title='a stop by.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TI3qcHWhuyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DGkrP6eZFUE/s72-c/a_walk_in_the_clouds_by_missunfortunate-d2yf4rx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2582256615623281566</id><published>2010-08-31T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:09:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINQ TUITION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGLERETTE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes a perfect girl to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errm, not only a girl is pretty inside out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She've got to have brain as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not like I'm asking all of you to be perfect, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one is but hey, anything close to perfection is sugaa sweet, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall cut down on my blabbering and get straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet there's a lot of you taking your O levels this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHO WANTS TO BE COOL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like those cool phrase like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not only pretty but I have brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Macam dang cool right when you can say that! LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhVBLUpTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YY399U1bdY4/s1600/emailblast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246320227362098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhVBLUpTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YY399U1bdY4/s320/emailblast1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're growing pimples on your face and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're stressing your mind out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COME COME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sayang Sayang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worry not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we have THINQ Tuition on your doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It helps prepare you for your BIG O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG O sound scary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let this superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teach you how to handle it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhUtFtc5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/mbyuG-hS5WU/s1600/teamthinq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246314835112850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhUtFtc5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/mbyuG-hS5WU/s320/teamthinq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, not only you can master your English Olevels paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll get to oogle at gorgeous teachers as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your tuitors are attractive enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even boring english can turn into some fun class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they're both smart girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's not get too boring over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall share a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's my primary school friend, Filzah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always thought she's a smart girl and she have brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's a kind hearted girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice people deserve nice things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, I decide to publicise her tuition service for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At a young age, she accomplish so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So proud of you, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what you're waiting for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhUUMRt_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ahNWRfUjDZY/s1600/blogheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 66px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246308151769074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhUUMRt_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ahNWRfUjDZY/s320/blogheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Come join!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can visit the website to know more about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinqtuition.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2582256615623281566?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2582256615623281566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2582256615623281566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2582256615623281566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2582256615623281566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinq-tuition.html' title='THINQ TUITION.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THvhVBLUpTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YY399U1bdY4/s72-c/emailblast1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8448353508287563887</id><published>2010-08-27T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:42:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're in doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we've said before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blog is not only for Singles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet there's girls that's been single for over a decade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, they're attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get used to your single life, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, please give her time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will do things that will hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But give her more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to adapt to her new lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, when a girl decide to truthfully commit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll try to make her man the happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have my times when I'm in doubt of the man I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like when you sent him a long text expecting him to assure you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll reply you a short "Okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he's out with his buddies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He totally ignores you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even after his soccer match,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He don't even bother to text you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just feel that he don't love you as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or he's just not serious about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some singlerettes that just got attached might feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been skeptical about relationship for long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might be doubtful of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Dear Kinn actually shared with me this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's soothing after reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it might help those that's in the same boat as me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So read on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdqa_fvlvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2b7Ob3S6Uls/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509989681064810226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdqa_fvlvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2b7Ob3S6Uls/s320/love.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idareyoutoclickthis.tumblr.com/post/986203128"&gt;http://idareyoutoclickthis.tumblr.com/post/986203128&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got it from the above page.&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope it helps you all, as much as it helps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Icka &amp;amp; The Surrendered Singles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8448353508287563887?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8448353508287563887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8448353508287563887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8448353508287563887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8448353508287563887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-in-doubt.html' title='When you&apos;re in doubt.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdqa_fvlvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2b7Ob3S6Uls/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6606161953206145632</id><published>2010-08-27T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:11:15.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing and catching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT SAY YOU BROWN COW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdiSqL_zsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c0gmSr4Gkdg/s1600/n838660536_2989027_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509980741812866754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdiSqL_zsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c0gmSr4Gkdg/s320/n838660536_2989027_4322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you missing us as much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reading the messages through our Inbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then this one caught my eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really cute cause undeniably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been through this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have a crush on a guy and it happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He message you through FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you'll shrieked and since then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FB will be your bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll check your inbox 24/7!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAAA! HAAA! HAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then the guy pass you his number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys, if you like a girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please be nice enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ask for her's instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause there's 3 group of girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) The one that will just ignore your message cause she's not interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2) The one that will excitedly text you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3) The one that will think too much, nothing wrong! Cause we're girls, it's normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The type (3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why they think too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't want to appear needy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls shouldn't make the first move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't call them narrow or old fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO, You can't help it but to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most girl still believe in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOYS SHOULD MAKE THE FIRST MOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make life easier just be a gentlemen, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That if you like the girl, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girls, don't be dissapointed if he don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can try as well, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRYING is not only for boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls can TRY too, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A simple HELLO will do, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What say you brown cow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I am put in the position,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If a guy pass me his number and asked me to text him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mine is 896589768."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He better be smart enough to text me instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime less is more, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY COURTING, SINGLERETTES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fun, enjoy the chasing and catching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Icka &amp;amp; Surrendered&lt;em&gt; (not so)&lt;/em&gt; Singles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6606161953206145632?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6606161953206145632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6606161953206145632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6606161953206145632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6606161953206145632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/08/chasing-and-catching.html' title='Chasing and catching.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THdiSqL_zsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c0gmSr4Gkdg/s72-c/n838660536_2989027_4322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8698916674867855443</id><published>2010-08-26T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:59:28.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still alive! hehee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THX6fo2eiaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HJUzgix1Mbg/s1600/3289_88659313361_627693361_2442134_4004580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THX6fo2eiaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HJUzgix1Mbg/s320/3289_88659313361_627693361_2442134_4004580_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509585140606470562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(picture above is irrelevant to quote below. hehehe.. i just feel like putting up our pics. hehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“ Be thankful for every heartbreak, for they were planned. They come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. Their purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. And you do. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8698916674867855443?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8698916674867855443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8698916674867855443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8698916674867855443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8698916674867855443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-still-alive-hehee.html' title='We&apos;re still alive! hehee..'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/THX6fo2eiaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HJUzgix1Mbg/s72-c/3289_88659313361_627693361_2442134_4004580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1424749359919269741</id><published>2010-07-28T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:09:29.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just sharing~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_7oPRnewBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_7oPRnewBw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1424749359919269741?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1424749359919269741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1424749359919269741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1424749359919269741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1424749359919269741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-sharing.html' title='just sharing~~'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2408438247384967870</id><published>2010-07-26T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:39:31.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, what say you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW HAVE YOU ALL BEEN, SINGLERETTE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this Apps from my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's damn WAAHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 100 things you need to know about girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTacVlhMI/AAAAAAAAHKI/sWT1lpW9EfU/s1600/x2_1ffe637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497931327605146818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTacVlhMI/AAAAAAAAHKI/sWT1lpW9EfU/s400/x2_1ffe637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls think too much, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you don't call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll think of all the wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll think you're out with your exgf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your boys are flirting with other girls and you're joining them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You find us a nuisance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTaMlmdmI/AAAAAAAAHKA/7aQpcWtJHVA/s1600/x2_1ffe563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497931323377350242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTaMlmdmI/AAAAAAAAHKA/7aQpcWtJHVA/s400/x2_1ffe563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This part is so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we, girls meet up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can talk about the guy we like for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll secretly stalk you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have a FB or anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We, girls will browse through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTZpktdvI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/CLTgOtI6lYE/s1600/x2_1ffe67c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497931313978373874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTZpktdvI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/CLTgOtI6lYE/s400/x2_1ffe67c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm, so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls will be girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love to be chased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTZKzY3hI/AAAAAAAAHJw/oIvELwI0wOs/s1600/x2_1ffe5ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497931305718439442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTZKzY3hI/AAAAAAAAHJw/oIvELwI0wOs/s400/x2_1ffe5ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And girls are you guilty for shrieking or showing your girls the celly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when his name appear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when you picked up the call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sound like you don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I do load the 100 things I need to know about guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will post it up and boys, tell me if it's true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2408438247384967870?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2408438247384967870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2408438247384967870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2408438247384967870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2408438247384967870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-what-say-you.html' title='Girls, what say you?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TEyTacVlhMI/AAAAAAAAHKI/sWT1lpW9EfU/s72-c/x2_1ffe637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7433982677455665595</id><published>2010-07-20T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:36:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope it helps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="342" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zm6i-C0p1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zm6i-C0p1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="342" height="286"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand the lyrics, it's helpful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With Love, &lt;br /&gt; Icka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7433982677455665595?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7433982677455665595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7433982677455665595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7433982677455665595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7433982677455665595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope-it-helps.html' title='Hope it helps.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6078864074081973403</id><published>2010-07-20T10:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:04:52.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from our Fellow Girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; SINGLERETTES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or just some aliens that happen to drop by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recruit Atikah report on duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's with me and NS shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still in the midst of reading emails from the kind hearted sweet people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the email talks around NS boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I'm just random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all are just too sweet, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're all really touched by the emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for trusting us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll try to be a good girlfriends as well, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we're kinda busy with work but worry not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll always be near to the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walawei, I damn cheesy please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't kill me lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the emails we got that actually made me teared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I feel her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like I share the same feeling and BINGO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This lady over here who's first I called Kakak and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She &lt;em&gt;naik pangkat&lt;/em&gt; to makcik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's worth the read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on, check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I add up photos cause like I've said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm random like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;==============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if its a smart thing to publicise one's particular status on a social network site. Because people will be curious to know why one go from "married/engaged/in the relationship" to "single/widowed" (vice versa) or the mysterious ones that let others play with their "curiosity" will choose "It's complicated" (ya, neither separated or together). I couldn't find a status that reflects my state of self/mind. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUNfEZVigI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KZUbwVTK9uc/s1600/Relationship+Status.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495813747682675202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUNfEZVigI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KZUbwVTK9uc/s320/Relationship+Status.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be easier if they have a variety of status-es to choose from like: 'single and not interested'/'single and cynical'/'single and hoping'/'single and still soul-searching'/'single and commitment phobe'/'single and broken-hearted.' So I chose not to have any status at all. I am a woman, maybe a free woman perhaps for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my status as a single woman, some friends believe I'm in dire need of self re-invention. Believing in love part II and how would they address this, try going on dates for the search of the ONE. I have technically lost the ONE. But because I'm a believer of self-improvement, this sanity restoration process is vital and it has to work within me. No dates. No new applications. Nothing. And I'm no longer 17, telling me I'm gorgeous or hot won't work because at 25, trust me - gorgeous and hot couldn't save relationships sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'altered' life from having to rely on someone to practically doing stuffs on your own may take time to sink in. Take today for example, my craving for 'Geylang cendol' is so bad and if you are in a relationship, this is what you normally do - "take your phone, text 'I cam nak makan ni la bie'" and your knight in shining armor will help you in satisfying your cravings (oh well, probably not all the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUNRlJtc4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/WsXYWHbfcUU/s1600/knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495813515957334914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUNRlJtc4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/WsXYWHbfcUU/s320/knight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad I have my Bieber (dating my car more than usual), I took off alone to Geylang, went for a short nap in Bieber, ate and observed people around me. And it drilled into my head, this is it - this is what you wanted. Live with it. And sanity restoration Day 1 was pretty cool. Being alone maybe not so bad afterall. (At least for now, I could get used to this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we chose singlehood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, bless their single souls, have always been there for me. And tonight I had to randomly asked, "Okay now,what's so good about being single?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom to just do whatever you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly my crazy friend thinks that singlehood doesn't disturb your "masturbating time" (I choked on this). And that you can try a million outfits before going out and no one tells you how neurotic you are. You can save money on dutch, birthday and anniversaries. You can fart, snore, be fat, wet your bed, mess up your room and no one would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, a good friend of mine who recently lost her father thinks single hood is best because she likes spending time with her mum and if she has other commitment, quality time with Mum is cut short. And being a jeans and t-shirt person that she is, she wouldn't have to worry about dressing up when she goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there's the usual catch, according to a good friend that if you are single you are free to date anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is a pause. Nothing in life is too good to be true. It has its ups. It has its downs. And probably for us to embrace single hood in such a nonchalant manner would be seen differently from people in relationships. And the biggest headache, what would society think of us (or at least if we care about what our parents think of us). Never mind society, whether you are single, married, divorced - people will talk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know deep down our parents' hearts, its a wish for them to see us happily building a family. It is after all required and encouraged in our religion -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Dan di antara tanda-tanda kekuasaan-Nya ialah dia menciptakan untuk kalian dari anfus (jiwa-jiwa) kalian sendiri, azwaj (pasangan hidup), supaya kalian ber-sakinah kepadanya dan dijadikan-Nya diantara kalian mawaddah dan rahmah. Sesungguhnya pada yang demikian itu benar-benar terdapat tanda-tanda bagi kaum yang berfikir.” (Q.S. Ar-Ruum : 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a nagging feeling, are we then going against our parents or religion for our current refusal to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand our parents worries. Mak is often concern with how I will be when I'm old. Do you have someone to take care of you? What if you fall sick? I told Mak, "I am prepare to enrol myself in rumah orang tua if my job didn't warrant me a place in Institute of Mental Health, that is." And Mak while attempting her 'sex education talk' with me, "Won't you get lonely?" Oh well Mak, I will get used to sleeping with my Doraemon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUMjxC39TI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OT2emD3s0ng/s1600/doraemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495812728875906354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUMjxC39TI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OT2emD3s0ng/s320/doraemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus by not wanting to settle down, we have dashed our parents' hope to what they called "timang cucu." I told Mak, it would be fun to have another younger brother/sister, which of course was received by instant glare of Mak and a cheeky grin from Abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things we are not sure about, we leave it to destiny. And again I'm not so sure if its a superficial crutch to make us seem less lazy about putting in effort. We let ourselves go with the attitude, come what may. Again, its a battle of overcoming the powerful question "what if?". I may get lonely walking&lt;br /&gt;down Orchard road and hibernating in Borders but if it makes me happy, I'd take it. And maybe some of us are made to just be guardians of 'unwanted babies.' Or that our time should be utilized doing charity work. Or that we are that selfish to just be with ourselves at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I believe in 'as long as it makes you happy.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEULs_RjlOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OYEOLSNcazY/s1600/n838660536_2989101_8028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495811787802776802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEULs_RjlOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OYEOLSNcazY/s320/n838660536_2989101_8028.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Can't help it, I need to put this shot! HAPPY STRAWBERRY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to all my single ladies, single mums, happily married wives/mums friends, here's a toast to the road of relationship you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you technically have to sleep with err, Doraemon and a bunch of monkey toys. Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;==============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all have a good read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want to share your stories with us or need an open advise from everyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do email us @ &lt;a href="mailto:surrendered_singles@live.com"&gt;surrendered_singles@live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to those who've sent us sweet emails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're so grateful to have you all close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like sharing love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will try to reply and share the stories soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work's been occupying my time alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just want to give this shout out to my workmate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE MY TEAM CHARLIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're so cute, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was on holiday with my team to Batam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of them brought along Sutra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shy ah so I didn't tell my friend about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they were making fun of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wah seh, I very the segan you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thanks for not being judgemental,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I very nice girl one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't whack me hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a love guru,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a girlfriend to be there for fellow heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-BIG HUG!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dear My Fellow Surrendered Singles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zah &amp;amp; Kinn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glad that this blog ties us tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pat on the back for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;==============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG REPLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;20 Jul 10, 11:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TSS&gt;&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL! Kpo lama-lama pun takpe! HAAA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 Jul 10, 11:01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TSS&gt;&gt;Zak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey thank you so much, Zak! Glad you like it. We're scared people might bash us up but you're nice! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Jul 10, 11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TSS&gt;&gt;Rina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, Hope she'll be fine. It's sad, eh? Life Ohh Life! Got to stick through positivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20 Jul 10, 10:59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TSS&gt;&gt;Sue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hey we've replied to the email. Check it out! Hope it will atleast make you smile and lighten the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GOOD HAPPY &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STRAWBERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6078864074081973403?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6078864074081973403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6078864074081973403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6078864074081973403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6078864074081973403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-from-our-fellow-girlfriend.html' title='Story from our Fellow Girlfriend!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TEUNfEZVigI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KZUbwVTK9uc/s72-c/Relationship+Status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3720346087842181392</id><published>2010-07-16T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:55:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look so good without you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so hard to let go of yesterday memories. And even after 2 years, you still refuse to go and commit for a new relationship because somewhere somehow over the rainbow, you secretly still have feelings towards the ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You secretly have hopes that the 2 of you could be together as one again. And hope that the ex have changed for the better. You pretended not to pay any attention towards the ex but secretly each time you log in to any social networking sites, you still do check the ex profile out and keep yourself updated with the ex current activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will feel stupid for doing so for a while but will keep checking the ex out secretly because you miss the ex. And when you saw the ex current status with a new partner, you secretly felt disappointed and decided to move on. you try to get over it and keep yourself occupied with many errands so you can put the ex away from the mind. coz the ex finally moved on and you're not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hence, one fine day, you receive a notification! you get so nervous and excited when you saw the ex's name! you slap yourself thrice, hoping that it was not a dream. you have been secretly waiting for this day to happen. the day where the ex say at least "hi, how are you doin? Whatcha doing?". It was real. You decided to accept the request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You then think twice, should you even reply his PM. If you don't, you might miss the chance of not contacting the ex again. And if you did, what will happen next. You decided to take the risk and then the both of you started to contact and communicate back again. You have doubts coz you finally get to see the ex's full access profile after adding. You decided to say this to yourself, "You never change. You are still the same..." But this time, you were strong. You ensure that no feelings get attached. the both of you are just friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ex asked you out for a random outing together. The ex look very keen this time. Then, you both met. In between the journey, the ex brought back sweet memories the both of you spend together. Even before the date, the ex gave you many missed call. While sms-ing each other, the ex keep bringing back the old memories together. You try not to get affected coz the ex is such a sweet talker. But somehow deep inside, you are happy for once that the ex is sitting next to you now. Coz you miss the ex so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ex decided to borrow your iphone to check their facebook account using the browser. The both of you enjoyed every second that day. It's a good day of catching up after years of not meeting each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day after, you accidentally go to your safari. the browser was on a facebook inbox (messages) page. thinking that it was your account, you went scrolling the interface. then you wonder, "since when do i have many messages from all these people???". OH NO! It was the ex's account. You shouldn't be doing this, you thought. But then again, sometimes, it's better to know the truth now than later. And its better to figure out things on your own with your own eyes than to know from others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's many flirtatious messages going out with ladies and there is even a serious conversation going on in related with the ex last ex gf. you felt bad. you felt so down. for all the times, you thought the ex is someone new now. for all the times when the ex was trying to get your attention back again, the ex was actually doing the same thing to other victims too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You told the ex you don't want to be in contact again for some reason. The ex get irritated and blame others for influencing you. The ex didn't know the truth that you've found out. Let it just be between you and God. it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so you thought you were special in the ex's eyes. all the years you waited go down the drain. You finally know the answer. Goodbye, ex im over you. You moved on and is happpy with life now. Even more happier to not thinking about him. In fact, you finally realise that you look and is doing so much better without the ex. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Based on a true story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credits to an anonymous lady who wants to share her experience here. &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/7013890901719259782-3720346087842181392?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3720346087842181392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3720346087842181392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3720346087842181392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3720346087842181392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-look-so-good-without-you.html' title='I look so good without you!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-26020797836486492</id><published>2010-07-10T12:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:40:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing our joy with you all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (not so!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; MORNING,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzmT0lRqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c14QiGevCTw/s1600/n838660536_2989125_4681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126110083008162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzmT0lRqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c14QiGevCTw/s320/n838660536_2989125_4681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've always share our sadness and joy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so we thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not share our joy with all of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope all of you will smile along with all of us like you all always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you, girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ooops, boys too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you, Singlerette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like we're sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or like a buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharing everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope we've been a good listening ears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're all not perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've atleast made you laugh a little or take the load off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I long winded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAAA, Shuttup Miss Atikah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126096365894914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzlguKvQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/R7olqxfMIGY/s320/125411174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words been lingering around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And question asked which magazine we appeared in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAAAA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspend Suspend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all shy ah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126091744390034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzlPgUK5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/rFJPs8UHkdg/s320/34594_409105513810_657318810_4669501_4270176_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should not forget this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we first realised about the Formspring we got from Kak Haryani,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were suprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay blame us for being ineffiecient for not checking the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, the 3 of us were surpised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a pleasant suprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Kak Haryani for giving us the FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Kak Hasleen the editor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Maya for getting us pretty clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Sha for the make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know I'm a kpo! I asked her alot of questions! And nak nose macam PIE-CTE eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course, Hazami for handling us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abang Taufik for taking nice shots of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what Kak Hayani said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pakcik Taufik Baitisah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Bukan Taufik Batisah but BAITISAH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, She disturbed me cause you know my obsession with Taufik Batisah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope you had fun just as much as we had fun during the shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughter and everything sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the experience, you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzmO02W3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/LvoMT732n6g/s1600/x2_1d7b7d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492126108741950322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzmO02W3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/LvoMT732n6g/s320/x2_1d7b7d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all of you readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO GET SUTRA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a local malay magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you enjoy the read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Surrendered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(not so!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-26020797836486492?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/26020797836486492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=26020797836486492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/26020797836486492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/26020797836486492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/sharing-our-joy-with-you-all.html' title='Sharing our joy with you all.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDfzmT0lRqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c14QiGevCTw/s72-c/n838660536_2989125_4681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5369827528394276919</id><published>2010-07-09T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:19:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDbGb8gKLwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdCAjntCUcs/s1600/dsc1985u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDbGb8gKLwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdCAjntCUcs/s320/dsc1985u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491794979024678658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Make no apologies for following your heart. A woman on a mission needs no permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-quoted from The Single Women @ http://twitter.com/TheSingleWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is your mission in life, singlerettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-5369827528394276919?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5369827528394276919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5369827528394276919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5369827528394276919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5369827528394276919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/mission.html' title='Mission?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDbGb8gKLwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdCAjntCUcs/s72-c/dsc1985u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3256641345477545403</id><published>2010-07-07T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T03:32:59.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TDOEnrVMRkI/AAAAAAAAGzY/Hzl4Bc7q45k/s1600/520note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490878187876140610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TDOEnrVMRkI/AAAAAAAAGzY/Hzl4Bc7q45k/s400/520note.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3256641345477545403?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3256641345477545403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3256641345477545403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3256641345477545403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3256641345477545403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-up.html' title='listen up.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/TDOEnrVMRkI/AAAAAAAAGzY/Hzl4Bc7q45k/s72-c/520note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-293651037047969804</id><published>2010-07-06T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:14:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brake or step on the engine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the guy you like shrug you off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it time to step on the engine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just brake and forget about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WONDERING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDKskxHjI1I/AAAAAAAAAko/xmjy4ta_63s/s1600/sweetie-pie-mittens_thumb_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490640643378324306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDKskxHjI1I/AAAAAAAAAko/xmjy4ta_63s/s320/sweetie-pie-mittens_thumb_350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thin line between giving your best shot or being plain psychotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you know you're not pushing it too far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I know that I'm not giving up too soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a narrow line to differentiate this 2, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like we've always said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not some expert so we're thinking as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get this alot of time when it comes to relationship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh Atikah! Kau ni ignorant ah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Atikah, You're ignorant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I get, "You're giving up too soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes you can believe in jodoh (fate) but you need to put some effort too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I've put my very best effort, errr...no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay fine, I'm a coward like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just know that everyone's level of giving varies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you, you might think what the other give is so small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to him/her it might mean alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take an egoist like me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes alot of courage to lower down this block of ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even simple things like ILoveYou is big to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't just say it cause it's just a goddamn three words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say it only if I really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it comes rarely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even I miss you is hard to let it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't show my soft side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even a simple gesture is big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's not an excuse for an egoist to swim their way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still need to put in effort in a relationship I want to work on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm just saying that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just cause you think the person you love is not giving you enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That does not mean him/her is not giving you the best he/she can offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe his/her best is just inadequate for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dump him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when I feel you should lower the expectation down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expectation kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having it is good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atleast there's something to anticipate for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But having it too high up the sky just kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to expect alot out of something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it only dissapoint you at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why keep hoping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make it happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't always expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not you give in return?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving is Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Giving makes you feel better that receiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's more fun than expecting and waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, let's learnt to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's the question comes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How far can we give?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we give too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might be taken as annoying, psychotic or in fact, BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever met any girl/guy that gives too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it irritate the hell out of your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And those that shower you with gifts everyday that it appear psychotic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or those that look needy and boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When to stop and when to give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when the light buld lights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE LAW OF ATTRACTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do we use it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chey, I'll go read about it and share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't expect anything like Dr Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a failure myself so join my club and let's have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who cares about perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as we're happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life flows people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-293651037047969804?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/293651037047969804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=293651037047969804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/293651037047969804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/293651037047969804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/07/brake-or-step-on-engine.html' title='Brake or step on the engine?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TDKskxHjI1I/AAAAAAAAAko/xmjy4ta_63s/s72-c/sweetie-pie-mittens_thumb_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7326170075606297125</id><published>2010-06-08T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:18:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The picture perfect boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The picture perfect boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TA0jMFWD1YI/AAAAAAAAAkg/g3jK_O6IF4w/s1600/outloveisperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480075012079867266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TA0jMFWD1YI/AAAAAAAAAkg/g3jK_O6IF4w/s320/outloveisperfect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do I mean by picture perfect boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the kind of guy that look so good that when you take a photo with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just look so good together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or in fact, he over shadowed you cause he's just too good looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLUERGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's awesome to go out with good looking boys cause everyone will have their eyes on you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or should I say on&lt;strong&gt; him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the best part is when he's with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or the even better part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hold you close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(So atleast yu get a little limelight, LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Imagine Taufik Batisah walking with me!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errgh, that will be a disaster cause I'll end up having makciks throwing stone at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically my point is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look for a picture perfect boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm, okay I'm wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can have a picture perfect boyfriend but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not the reason why you commit and decide to be together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause looks brings you no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls, trust me on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During bad times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're not going to just stare at his face and make problems turns to rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more in him that makes the relationship works,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just the pretty eyes and killer smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or the perfect abs and the to kill for arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point of having a very hot boyfriend but he treat you like thrash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot deny that when I was younger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only date good looking boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES, I'm that particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if he's an average,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He've got to have a high profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not like he's Zac Efron but atleast little things like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's a good soccer player in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the officer in NCC or just anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he've got to be popular among the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that atleast I'll feel like I've achieved something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm that dorky last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a kid,&lt;em&gt; sorry lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not some professional counsellor&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I don't even know whether I spell professional correctly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but every girls have girlfriends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming to them to share boy-girl problems, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a few that contemplating between hot rude boys and nice fugly boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say follow your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not on Team Ugly or Team Hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, what makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people are happier with nasty good looking people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And some choose to appreciate inner beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO FOLLOW YOUR HEART!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, some just love to be treat badly and acting like a dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I sound unfair but cannot deny the fact some girls are STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like to be fool and they find the thrill in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes you happy girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sarcasm language above.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to sound so cliche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose Fugly Nice Boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not damn fugly but atleast when I see him, he's adorable in my eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now...Now...You'll say...Argh Miss Atikah damn macam Miss Universe answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait till you date some nasty hot boys then you'll realise how&lt;em&gt; Buay Tahan&lt;/em&gt; thay can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again, not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm saying some HOT BUT TEROK PERANGAI BOYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not saying all good looking boys are bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get that straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I have boys complaining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's either you're stuck up enough to claim you're hot or you're just intellectually challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B L U E K S!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't be defensive, will you boys?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I don't date that much, errm...no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know but most of the picture perfect boys are usually stuck up, self-centered, have more than one girl they cling on, they talk too much about themselve or they have unattractive personality...err, and they're BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay now I sound judgemental and BLUERGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someone got to say this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it happen to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah...something you can think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But isn't it fun when you go out with them and you have people saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"hey you're dating blah blah blah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bumped into someone at Causeways Point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Were you at Causeway Point, you're with your bf? He's cute!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the use of what people think when cause at the end of the day when you choose to commit with someone, it's just about the two of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're thinking about marriage or even a relationship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when you two appreciate each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not having some of your bitchy girlfriends to judge your the other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to sound like a loser and blame my self-esteem or it's really just the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually very hot boys will make you feel that you're never good enough for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like their skin is more flawless than yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They yack about the girls that chase after them and make you insecure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you're going to be part of that psychotic fan club he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You simply do your best and not to be like the rest of the girls but end up feeling dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're being treated like thrash and yet will forgive him just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause he got a killer smile that melts you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only date a hot guy if he makes you feel like a Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not like you'll control him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I mean is that he'll treat you right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not in kindergarten, so I'm hoping you'll understand what RIGHT means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He don't end you up with Makciks throwing stone at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hah, ;D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7326170075606297125?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7326170075606297125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7326170075606297125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7326170075606297125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7326170075606297125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-perfect-boyfriend.html' title='The picture perfect boyfriend.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TA0jMFWD1YI/AAAAAAAAAkg/g3jK_O6IF4w/s72-c/outloveisperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2585354212060414545</id><published>2010-06-06T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:12:40.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the loser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is taken on Zah'z Birthday Suprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(But this entry has nothing got to do with Birthdays, HEH!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TAt7_PxzFNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DYop2lm07JQ/s1600/SDC11839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479609698123715794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TAt7_PxzFNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DYop2lm07JQ/s320/SDC11839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to break from the norm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't care if people think it's silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLUERGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By now, you should know how silly we all can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let's hang loose and celebrate life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's my topic about today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALL FOR SOMEONE YOU USED TO DISLIKE VERY MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I mean by this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay take this example alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess many will encounter this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 01)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Eee, look at that matrep! Dahlah cap floating then wear skinny jeans! Eeeyer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 02)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Location: Wedding Banquet under the block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Ish, kau tengok lah mat naik moto yang tonggeng tu...pheewit pheewit kat aku! Pakai baju racing-racing, geli seh aku tengok!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 03)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Location: Youth Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Mak oooi, tengok lah tu mat hip hop..kental seh! Pakai seluar, nampak seluar dalam! Topi macam gitu abeh bling bling macam mak aku pakai emas beli from Golden Chance!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 04)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Alamak, mat handsome-handsome sekali ada tattoo...What a turn off?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 05)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"God, look at that guy! He's shorter than the girlfriend. I swear I will never date a guy shorter than me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 06)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Look at that guy. Freak?! Gamers seh...I'll go for soccer player but never a kental boy from IT Club. Eeeh, main flute pulak tu. Selenge seh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Example 07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I will never date the typical mat motor lepak at Bedok Corner everr! Mat kereta baru ah, I loikeee!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you atleast given out such comment just once in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't deny, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not all of the ones listed above but I do atleast say one of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT TELLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No offence, boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read on then you'll get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you stereotype a guy before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like one good example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EH Tengok ah tu mat KFC delivery gatal seh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you realise one day, you met this very sweet guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you ask him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh awak kerja kat mane?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He answered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kita kerja as Mac Delivery Guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay MacDonalds and KFC is different but they're riders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that goes "Pheewit!" when girls walked by the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEEEEE, STEREOTYPE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not all delivery riders behave like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm, actually I can't deny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have such mindset as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riders = Mat gatal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until one day, I met this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not saying he's all the perfect and he's the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You girls know me better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think I like him...erm...slightly more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's all the I-USED-TO-DON'T-LIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Or maybe, still is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to be open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if I end up with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to accept him for who he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, I so can't imagine...I SWEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Love...ergh, not that I really LOVE him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm attracted in some weird way, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you used to hate a certain kind of guy like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those mat motor that wear those racing shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or those skater boys with baggy pants or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you end up falling for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you explain that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like eating back your own words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S CRAZY, RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is teaching you a valuable lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LEARN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you've got to take time to appreciate someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not label them and chuck them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course, never ever look down on people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you're not perfect either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it when malay girls go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Alah ITE Boys...bluergh! O Level pun cannot make it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yah, O level cannot make it but what if marriage/relationship he can MAKE IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some OLevel CAN make it but respect girls TAK BOLEH MAKE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I can't stand some malay girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the smarter ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT ALL but some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes you think your degree can actually gurantee you a perfect lover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, there's a course on Love Guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Degree on Relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLUERGH, Girls like this are the turn offs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUMBLE, get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu pasal sekarang yang pandai lagi banyak anak dara tua, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW, OUCH eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't deny sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but to condemn some boys until &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met someone recently and it open up my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't shut your doors until you know someone better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never ever look down on people as if you own the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life doesn't evolve around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is, why are you still single now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't say things like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There's alot of guys that want me..!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, alot of guys that wants you...but can you hold a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PROVE TO ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold a happy healthy relationship, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to soul search, my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those that goes for Boyfriend cum Transportation Assistance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please call 1900-SBS-BOSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're out to deceive boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might as well go to the fullest extend, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on, girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm being sarcastic over there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't judge people's worth until you know you're good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It could be that...You're the loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2585354212060414545?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2585354212060414545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2585354212060414545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2585354212060414545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2585354212060414545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-loser.html' title='Who&apos;s the loser?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/TAt7_PxzFNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DYop2lm07JQ/s72-c/SDC11839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6520763420533171082</id><published>2010-06-01T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:49:58.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to share :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://idareyoutoclickthis.tumblr.com/post/621620696/everyones-heartbroken-nowadays-but-i-mean-we" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); position: relative; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(134, 133, 133); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(244, 240, 219); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;“ Everyone’s heartbroken nowadays, but I mean, we all just gotta move on. What’s the point of reminiscing when you know the person is no longer worth while; when they’re no longer who they used to be? When their heart is somewhere else? Do you think they still care for you, still sit there thinking about you? Because frankly, they don’t. ”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extracted from http://idareyoutoclickthis.tumblr.com/page/4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6520763420533171082?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6520763420533171082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6520763420533171082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6520763420533171082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6520763420533171082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-to-share.html' title='Quotes to share :)'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5563565923588769366</id><published>2010-05-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:48:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope everyone is doing well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S_Sw7tgb8kI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LSPG3XmORw8/s1600/tumblr_l2nkfr4gZQ1qz72oio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S_Sw7tgb8kI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LSPG3XmORw8/s320/tumblr_l2nkfr4gZQ1qz72oio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473193987036410434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-5563565923588769366?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5563565923588769366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5563565923588769366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5563565923588769366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5563565923588769366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-everyone-is-doing-well.html' title='hope everyone is doing well!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S_Sw7tgb8kI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LSPG3XmORw8/s72-c/tumblr_l2nkfr4gZQ1qz72oio1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3033684040355200819</id><published>2010-05-10T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:49:42.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why i is single..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found this online! So hilarious! hahahaha!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;THIS IS WHY I'M SINGLE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Location: mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted: surfer hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interruption: vibrating phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flips phone open*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! 3 voicemails; 5 text messages; 13 missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I’m single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3033684040355200819?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3033684040355200819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3033684040355200819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3033684040355200819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3033684040355200819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-why-i-is-single.html' title='This is why i is single..'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-804965136561428507</id><published>2010-05-03T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:48:17.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiiiieeeee everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey all singlerettes of the world! Oh God this blog is damn dusty right? Pardon our busy-ness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i don't really know how to start. Well, okay here i go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"OH GOD! OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARE YOU SURE KIN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT? U MUST BE KIDDING KIN?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IS THIS A JOKE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'M NOT SURE ABOUT THIS NEWS KIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY ARE YOU OKAY??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes.. that's the kind of remarks i get when my status at facebook officially change to in a relationship with Reveredd Syamil. Hahahaha.. I have like 21 likes to that activity (at the moment) and a wall post flooded with comments and well wishes. hahahaha.. amazing right? Yes, for real. I ain't single no more. But its pretty funny, i don't expect ppl dropping by and even text and congratulating me for this. But seriously, i appreciate it. Thank you! Hahahaa. Like woah! I have sooooo many people who are happy for me! Like WOAH seriously, it was an overwhelming response. hahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't notice how single-minded i was all this while until ppl thought i was even joking about it. I guess i was too independent that they got that perception that i don't need a partner to be with? ahaha.. and maybe becoz all this while, i don't really give a damn about this. I have this DON'T APPROACH ME OR I WILL KILL YOU kind of face. But this guy, was daring enough to be my friend. He break my chain. I don't know how to describe. Let's just say, there's a presence of chemistry, physics, history, geography and music in us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yes, im no single no more. After soooooooo many years being single, i realise that being in a relationship wasn't that bad though. I feel loved. But well, it's too early to say anything too. Honeymoon period is always the best right. After that, shipwreck? hahaha.. so sorry lah. I've been single for so long. So my mindset is still adapting to the new world of being in a relationship! hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually i have a lot in mind right now. But im not sure of sharing anything here. Surrendered singles blog should always remain as positive as it is! I don't wanna spoil the entry with a sad and teary entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But yeah here's something i wanna share.. Well, I was hold back and that stops me from believing in relationship. I've hated the commitments coz i'm always busy with work. I used to believe in term of "loving you in silence.." But it's heartbreaking. I learn to let go after I did something daring that i should have asked years ago. But it's better to be late than never. Hence, i was given an option to choose. And there's a famous quote saying, "Never Make Someone a Priority, When all you are to them is an Option". It was indeed a wake up call after i find out the truth and only truth. I open up myself to a new found love. Amazingly, i didn't ask myself if i'm unsure or not. I was so sure and no, nothing or no one rush or even pressure me to decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe(positively) is the keyword that i cling onto when i face this kind of situation. I did not put on hopes. Coz i know one fine day, having high hopes will just let me fall back on my face again. I took it slow and steadily.. I give it a thought. I mean, many thoughts. Why should i let myself be an option to others when there's someone out there who wants me to be their only exception. Right? I must give others and myself a chance to start believing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spend my time alone like i always do before i decided to give it a go. I asked myself. What do i want in life? Why should i just be a stupid girl and let fate decide without doing the right things and putting in effort to work things out for the better? Playing hard to get? Ohhh not to much ladies, you are so gonna regret playing hard to get with your egos up high. Yes, we all are a career minded woman, but think about it. One fine day, all we need is love and companion that can last us for a lifetime.. well, i have no idea what is ahead of me after getting attached. well, its a relationship im talking about. i should be getting a lil serious towards it. this is no more high school or poly dating me out season anymore. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it all depend on each and everyone of us. know what you want and what you don't. never question urself if he's the one or not. we all plan, God decides. Let it happen naturally &amp;amp; sooon you'll find it magical and so hard to believe. think love. think happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know, not all surrendered singles are selfish. But let's loosen up a little. Don't be hopeful, don't be too serious, don't be too negative. We are all human. Imperfect humans with many mistakes. Give others a chance, give yourself a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND NO, IM NOT LEAVING surrendered singles. haha.. im not married! so i'm still single by law. Hahaa.. i will always maintain this blog like i've always do. and i will always pray for the best for each and everyone of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wish me luck! ;)&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/7013890901719259782-804965136561428507?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/804965136561428507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=804965136561428507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/804965136561428507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/804965136561428507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/05/hiiiieeeee-everyone.html' title='Hiiiieeeee everyone!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3835126569613555796</id><published>2010-05-03T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:09:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to us. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell us why do you think you're still a single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S95LK0wnRjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M0-UNLIWg0E/s1600/Girl_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466889647007680050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S95LK0wnRjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M0-UNLIWg0E/s320/Girl_22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Begin you sentence with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'm single because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7013890901719259782-3835126569613555796?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3835126569613555796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3835126569613555796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3835126569613555796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3835126569613555796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/05/talk-to-us.html' title='Talk to us. :)'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S95LK0wnRjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M0-UNLIWg0E/s72-c/Girl_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3111384547477516354</id><published>2010-04-27T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T06:14:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the heart, mind and soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S9VEnJ4-vFI/AAAAAAAAF1o/zrmBeCTVxgg/s1600/1261655129_orig_80081SuviKoponenNum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464349162344463442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S9VEnJ4-vFI/AAAAAAAAF1o/zrmBeCTVxgg/s400/1261655129_orig_80081SuviKoponenNum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies! Don't let the last man, ruin it for the next man. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3111384547477516354?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3111384547477516354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3111384547477516354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3111384547477516354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3111384547477516354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-heart-mind-and-soul.html' title='Open the heart, mind and soul.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S9VEnJ4-vFI/AAAAAAAAF1o/zrmBeCTVxgg/s72-c/1261655129_orig_80081SuviKoponenNum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7713405080302090513</id><published>2010-04-21T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:03:19.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S CELEBRATE BEAUTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearest Kikin...I can't find photos of three of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is an outdated photos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO YEAH...Publish only lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g21nSH5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Cq0HLKOIE-M/s1600/SDC11215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462480262012215186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g21nSH5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Cq0HLKOIE-M/s320/SDC11215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's with the update this time round?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO! NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No cursing of exbfs, Dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LET'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CELEBRATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; BEAUTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g2U0hORI/AAAAAAAAAjw/a0ig5bY5jLw/s1600/SDC11218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462480253209360658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g2U0hORI/AAAAAAAAAjw/a0ig5bY5jLw/s320/SDC11218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; BEAUTY,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g1_k-DoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7UzjCG9w9So/s1600/SDC11216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462480247506996866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g1_k-DoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7UzjCG9w9So/s320/SDC11216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone of us are a beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we're special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wipe those tears, my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't waste that beauty on tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go out there and flaunt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay if his new gf is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fine if he's dating Siti Nurhaliza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright cause you need to know that you're a beauty of your own as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something about you that some other girls don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no point comparing cause it's a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g1TXqSdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vKZ8MaUDVlA/s1600/SDC11207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462480235640015314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g1TXqSdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vKZ8MaUDVlA/s320/SDC11207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you take 1 minute to compare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're wasting 60 seconds of your time not loving yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO I WANT ALL YOU GIRLS TO NOTE DOWN THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g0ad6imI/AAAAAAAAAjY/YaoL6mGS1dM/s1600/SDC11206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462480220365425250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g0ad6imI/AAAAAAAAAjY/YaoL6mGS1dM/s320/SDC11206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, go on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STARTS NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Share it with us if you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just click click,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we're on your service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know we love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Icka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7713405080302090513?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7713405080302090513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7713405080302090513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7713405080302090513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7713405080302090513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-celebrate-beauty.html' title='LET&apos;S CELEBRATE BEAUTY!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S86g21nSH5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Cq0HLKOIE-M/s72-c/SDC11215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2926008107931944038</id><published>2010-04-13T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:18:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If words can kill..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this online  IF WORSCANKILL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://ifwordscankill.tumblr.com/post/148660471&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Being chased feels good. Being hard-to-get feels good. But what if you’re the one chasing? What if you’re the one trying and still not getting what you want? It doesn’t feel any good, does it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2926008107931944038?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2926008107931944038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2926008107931944038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2926008107931944038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2926008107931944038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-words-can-kill.html' title='If words can kill..'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6943362594527644286</id><published>2010-04-12T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:21:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to share :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It makes me sad when people tell me that they have given up on love. And it’s always because they think love has hurt them when in actuality, it was a person, a thing, a wrong decision, a bad mistake, or an accident. So don’t let go of love - hold on, because it’ll always be worth your while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Runawaytrain (http://runawaytrain.tumblr.com/post/373517317/it-makes-me-sad-when-people-tell-me-that-they-have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6943362594527644286?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6943362594527644286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6943362594527644286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6943362594527644286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6943362594527644286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/quotes-to-share.html' title='Quotes to share :)'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2058292496125756171</id><published>2010-04-06T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:19:48.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god! We've grown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJSrmO-GI/AAAAAAAAFgA/3zF1KkDMzwo/s1600/pillowfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how much we've grown...&lt;br /&gt;(God, I've said this a million times!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJSdQrmPI/AAAAAAAAFf4/keNk42sV2xw/s1600/DSC03953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456965586186377458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJSdQrmPI/AAAAAAAAFf4/keNk42sV2xw/s400/DSC03953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRzG9P6I/AAAAAAAAFfw/LZu0jkUOois/s1600/DSC03864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456965574871302050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRzG9P6I/AAAAAAAAFfw/LZu0jkUOois/s400/DSC03864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRnZKh5I/AAAAAAAAFfo/SS6wKX3psvE/s1600/DSC03850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456965571726444434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRnZKh5I/AAAAAAAAFfo/SS6wKX3psvE/s400/DSC03850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRbxt2UI/AAAAAAAAFfg/l1Z8fPLncMo/s1600/DSC03811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456965568608196930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJRbxt2UI/AAAAAAAAFfg/l1Z8fPLncMo/s400/DSC03811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was taken like, what? &lt;br /&gt; I totally can't remember! &lt;br /&gt; Please enlighten me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What matter most is we've grown. &lt;br /&gt; I hope our readers have grown as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blowin' some warmth kisses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Girls should we do this again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2058292496125756171?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2058292496125756171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2058292496125756171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2058292496125756171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2058292496125756171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-god-weve-grown.html' title='Oh my god! We&apos;ve grown!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rqCH4hqvRg/S7sJSdQrmPI/AAAAAAAAFf4/keNk42sV2xw/s72-c/DSC03953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7388397982280771023</id><published>2010-04-06T16:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:51:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. I feel like blogging. Hehee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rejected and Rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So which one are you? The one who will always get rejected or the one who is so damn good at rejecting? Still, that makes the both rejected and the rejecting one, a singlerette right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 143px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/Elaughn/Zooey%20mood%20zdeschanel/rejected.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think some people are so good at rejecting because they don't want to let history repeat itself. But don't be such a loser people.. Things happen. Shit happen. Even if you fail, you will just have to get back up. Stop rejecting and open up to opportunities in life. Or are you rejecting because you can't seem to let go of your ex lover? Hmmm.. that's tough i must say.. but at the end of the day, you can't be rejecting anyone just because you are still stuck with your ex lover who doesn't even seem to care.. don't waste your time.. when you reject, you might missed the one who is just right for you! But i believe, everyone will have their own reason to this. im just sharing my opinion. hehehe peace no war! Or are you rejecting because you have no confident? low self-esteem? Its okay, take ur time. That i understand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/109/Photobooth_FREAKS#80"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 161px;" src="http://images.syikinhartnett.multiply.com/image/5/photos/109/500x500/80/Photo-79.jpg?et=SSbC%2BguWvqrY57hzI%2Bl1ag&amp;amp;nmid=95967912" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To the one who will always kena reject. Damn, i feel you. LOL! No, don't ever lose hope. Do a self reflect. Don't blame yourself for the things you are not good at. True love is all about accepting each other flaws. If he/she reject you for the way you are- lazy, stupid, too many boy/girl friends, always lepak, dunno how to cook, shy, tomboy, ugly, short, fat or watver is bad to you, work things out for the better. If it's the attitude problem, deal it with yourself. Love yourself before you could love others. I know sometimes it's very demoralizing for someone to be rejected. But then here comes the magic word, life goes on.. but again, it depends on different individuality. He/she may have her own reason to why he/she rejects you. take it lightly. i know it might affect you badly, but things will get better sooner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/119/Monyets_Iftars_Hajah_Esah_Cafe#114"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 120px;" src="http://images.syikinhartnett.multiply.com/image/4/photos/119/500x500/114/P1010984.JPG?et=ZWwBLqDHnsqHwl1kL3FIuA&amp;amp;nmid=116475034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still remember when the 3 of us were sharing our stories like in 2007 i guess? yess 2007.. we called each other the rejected. hahahaha.. i was dumped dats y! lol! but i noe it was my bad. i deserve it lah.. haiz, always kena reject. hahaha.. those were the days.. such an emotional girl. i was.. i think most of us were after break ups. i don't even wish to remember those days.. things happen for a reason right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/98/Zoom_Zoo#146"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://images.syikinhartnett.multiply.com/image/2/photos/98/500x500/146/DSC02680.JPG?et=VNYtNHv05GwqEACOAteiCw&amp;amp;nmid=83415934" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and just a reminder.. don't stay single for toooo long. it's unhealthy. im not telling you to go and get yourself a boy/girl friend now. but seriously, i saw a couple of people who is still single in their 40s. they are too independent, being able to stand on their own feet, so they are so the very arrogant! they are happy with their good job and friends and all, but the attitude ahh one kind.. i duno how to explain, but for example ah, their PMS level and tolerance level is bad. they are nice people, very thoughtful and all but i guess its very depressing when one gets lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay that's just my opinion. It's all about fate &amp;amp; believing in faith right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, one is better off single than being in a relationship which is full of shits.&lt;/span&gt; so yeah.. take it or leave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My opinion, im still not ready to leave my singlehood life just yet. Im happy with the way i am. Looking at the people around me, it makes me so hard to believe and trust. I don't even know what's real and what's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And of course, fear NOT of the word reject!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, being single is not bad afterall. And that's why we are here for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let's be happy-happy strawberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rejected&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being too good at rejecting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/110/Surrendered_Singles_1st_Photoshooot#13"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 234px; height: 311px;" src="http://images.syikinhartnett.multiply.com/image/3/photos/110/500x500/13/DSC03821.JPG?et=njIxv2ApsWJocZJj7gLH9A&amp;amp;nmid=96665570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;NO FEAR!&lt;/span&gt; Just stay the way you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and work things out for the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7388397982280771023?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7388397982280771023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7388397982280771023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7388397982280771023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7388397982280771023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-bored-i-feel-like-blogging-hehee.html' title='I&apos;m bored. I feel like blogging. Hehee..'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/Elaughn/Zooey%20mood%20zdeschanel/th_rejected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2372090868906716440</id><published>2010-04-05T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:33:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fishing, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDqbKmAhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/l68_lXdPs_U/s1600/IMG-0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456537188406002194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDqbKmAhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/l68_lXdPs_U/s320/IMG-0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDqHjyYMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MiG4xR08kJA/s1600/IMG-0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456537183142961346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDqHjyYMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MiG4xR08kJA/s320/IMG-0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDpujC8BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/X2n8CXgbu9U/s1600/IMG-0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456537176428965906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDpujC8BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/X2n8CXgbu9U/s320/IMG-0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDpTDOQBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A2KXzfgAXYo/s1600/IMG-0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456537169047732242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDpTDOQBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A2KXzfgAXYo/s320/IMG-0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDo6h5IRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/49OKAuGN7I8/s1600/IMG-0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456537162465485074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S7mDo6h5IRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/49OKAuGN7I8/s320/IMG-0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of fishes in the sea&lt;br /&gt;but I think there's a hole in my net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2372090868906716440?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2372090868906716440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2372090868906716440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7574076783673653959</id><published>2010-03-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:30:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be over you (!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AYZ4U3vKrM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AYZ4U3vKrM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4894508321466739181</id><published>2010-03-17T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:11:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA BACK AT US!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How are you&lt;em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singlerette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DggnRWc8I/AAAAAAAAAio/zfo_QZzGbwE/s1600-h/SDC13134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602400020493250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DggnRWc8I/AAAAAAAAAio/zfo_QZzGbwE/s320/SDC13134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do somethin' new today, Dear Singles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just did and I'm so proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear no evil cause if you're sincere, it will glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DggEVX_xI/AAAAAAAAAig/fgO-7ecQl9g/s1600-h/SDC13120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602390642130706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DggEVX_xI/AAAAAAAAAig/fgO-7ecQl9g/s320/SDC13120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't let hatred overrule you life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you hear this all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just a reminder just in case you forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6Dgflux7OI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FU5t60eVYCg/s1600-h/SDC13123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602382427188450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6Dgflux7OI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FU5t60eVYCg/s320/SDC13123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes, it &lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt;-ed a little but please don't be too sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn to smile and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG HUG, SINGLERETTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DgfDtRhnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/phbI9ZFA9Tk/s1600-h/SDC13115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602373294065266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DgfDtRhnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/phbI9ZFA9Tk/s320/SDC13115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been awhile since we all had a chat, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YES,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you all be interested for a Singlerette Sugar High Party?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a small gathering for all of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To get together and have some girly fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, boys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Errm, or should we include the boys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're planning for somethin'...maybe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we just want to see if you all are interested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DgesvPxAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fvtkcIuEWAw/s1600-h/SDC13116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602367128323074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DgesvPxAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fvtkcIuEWAw/s320/SDC13116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do scream to us through the tagboard, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'm heartbroken now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm not human, I don't feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singlerette,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're down because of a heartbreak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONGRATS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU'RE HUMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU'RE NORMAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're still single with no boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN, You'll score one fine day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if still can't hook up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just enjoy the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is very random,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you think attractive people are nice to have on earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause everytime we see good lookin' people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It cheer us up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sad minutes ago while @ town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a good lookin' hunky boy smile at me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GO: OOOOOHHH LAAA LAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From sad heartbroken girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a hype up little lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyehk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be contented with the simple joy and you'll be a happier person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4894508321466739181?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4894508321466739181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4894508321466739181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4894508321466739181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4894508321466739181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/03/hola-back-at-us.html' title='HOLA BACK AT US!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S6DggnRWc8I/AAAAAAAAAio/zfo_QZzGbwE/s72-c/SDC13134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1711578194988965993</id><published>2010-03-12T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:09:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Icka!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S5m7fy4bKII/AAAAAAAAAiA/3LZpfzmseFk/s1600-h/happy_birthday_balloons-1706.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S5m7fy4bKII/AAAAAAAAAiA/3LZpfzmseFk/s320/happy_birthday_balloons-1706.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447591379190098050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday ICKA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/7013890901719259782-1711578194988965993?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S5m7fy4bKII/AAAAAAAAAiA/3LZpfzmseFk/s72-c/happy_birthday_balloons-1706.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5390381354122349211</id><published>2010-03-04T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:05:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend of mine lost someone who brought her happiness that no one can ever replace. If i were her, i don't really know what should i do. He's in good hands now. May his soul rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So you see, turning back to square 1 as a single is something that most of us don't ask for. some of us was dumped, some lost their loved ones forever due to accidents and many more. it's not a pity. i believe it's an obstacle in life that one must go through coz it's fated to be that way. but of course, don't leave everything to fate. Have faith, work for the things that you want in life that can benefit you for the afterlife too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so why not, take the opportunity now to tell someone that you love, like or care that you appreciate them and thank them for all the good times that you once had together. life is too short for hatred, jealousy and unhappiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and yeah i found something online. something interesting for ya'll to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S48wyQwPZFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3PENPXGgcyA/s320/tumblr_kycit0JM161qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444624114563114066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and of course, don't forget that things happen for a reason. And, don't frown! You might never know someone out there is falling in love with your smile from far. happy thursday everyone!&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/7013890901719259782-5390381354122349211?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5390381354122349211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5390381354122349211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5390381354122349211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5390381354122349211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-faith.html' title='Have faith!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S48wyQwPZFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3PENPXGgcyA/s72-c/tumblr_kycit0JM161qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3553155345321862453</id><published>2010-02-17T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:06:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3uG4c500WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gWt14eIsWbc/s1600-h/tumblr_kxq57p2zPd1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3uG4c500WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gWt14eIsWbc/s320/tumblr_kxq57p2zPd1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439089279369531746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing will come by when you wait and do nothing, except for waiting for the bus lah. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3553155345321862453?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3553155345321862453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3553155345321862453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3553155345321862453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3553155345321862453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/find-them.html' title='Find them!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3uG4c500WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gWt14eIsWbc/s72-c/tumblr_kxq57p2zPd1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4281477054206531066</id><published>2010-02-14T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:45:31.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday, what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3fFPGHYq7I/AAAAAAAAAho/TzDbxnjFBzU/s1600-h/SDC12774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438031938203462578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3fFPGHYq7I/AAAAAAAAAho/TzDbxnjFBzU/s320/SDC12774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're givin' you lots of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you smell love flyin' around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, HONEYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/valentines%20day%20movie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 646px" border="0" alt="valentine's day movie Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p192/Valliepix/valentines-day-movie-poster.jpg" width="493" height="751" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catch this! &lt;br /&gt; It's so good, you'll thank me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, Now... &lt;br /&gt; Me &amp;amp; Zah was sitting down. &lt;br /&gt; Zah told me about the tag at her blog. &lt;br /&gt; A good suggestion. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; If we were to do a get together, will you all be interested? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4281477054206531066?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4281477054206531066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4281477054206531066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4281477054206531066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4281477054206531066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/vday-what.html' title='Vday, what?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3fFPGHYq7I/AAAAAAAAAho/TzDbxnjFBzU/s72-c/SDC12774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5463786912022443371</id><published>2010-02-13T08:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:12:27.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody should be happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3X6Cpp6umI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jf2nqFS0Log/s1600-h/aw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437527048568093282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3X6Cpp6umI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jf2nqFS0Log/s320/aw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're single,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And someone you're going out with whom you're expecting to commit dissapoint you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you do the unthinkable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You party hard thinking that it can burn down the sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hooked up with other supposedly cuter guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the pain is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything about the new guy is just nothing as compared to the guy you're crazy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough you know if you ask a third party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so obvious that in every aspect he's way better than your major crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're around this new guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything seems to remind you of him; the major crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrendered Singles is about making you singles be positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't lie to you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being single can be hurtful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll feel lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you deserve a guy to give you flowers on Vday but why isn't there anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because you're not attractive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because I'm just not special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because I have problems with myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S SUCKY, ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I can be superficial and tell you to just smile, be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will only give you the temporary effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe just maybe, you really have problems with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But LIKE DURH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ARE STILL SPECIAL &amp;amp; YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...atleast to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, what's my plan for Vday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO SEE COUPLES GETTING GIFTS &amp;amp; MAKING OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm strong and still attractive, LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Kiddin'!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I just can't make myself see all those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, I don't want to be self-denial and tell the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm strong and who cares about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I care about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the things in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I care that I need to stand beside a couple happily attached while I'm single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that does not mean I'm not happy but I feel less complete around this people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which actually you're not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're just thinking too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm planning to watch Valentine's Day: The Movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll buy extra popcorns to throw to those couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, especially those that's kissing and hugging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make the snow effect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More romantic...no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So who's up for a date with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throwing popcorn moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or spoiling date time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Spoiling other's date, that is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that I'm planning to go Pulau Ubin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think there's an idiot celebrating Vday there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or if there is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's get the dog to bite them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh come on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheer up you people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point of getting envious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't lie, secretly you do right?...BLUEKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once, just be happy for those that's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the happiness will glow with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, being happy for someone else will indirectly make you happy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRY IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you're date-less,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That does not mean you're not special nor you're less attractive than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just that luck and love haven't met you yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's stuck somewhere up a tree or you forget to retrieve it from the mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't let situation take advantage of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you want to feel "complete."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just date out anyone even when you're not happy with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving chances to yourself and your date is okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not let it overrun your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And worst still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're totally hating the thought of going out with that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Commiting in a relationship is not all about holding hands and kissing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This I tell you if you have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO, you crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, sometimes life's unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it sucks to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But learnt to deal with it...shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; want any of my girls to actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just go out for the sake of feeling complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you girls to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you deserve to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you deserve to be with someone you trully love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls, please don't be cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause a girl with price worth more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The words says it all!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they're more attractive in all the right ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This part right here, I will elaborate another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy Vday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To simplify this day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a day where they sell alot of flowers and you see couple show public affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiya, that's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Singlerette,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you smile with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-HUGS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-5463786912022443371?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5463786912022443371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5463786912022443371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5463786912022443371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5463786912022443371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/everybody-should-be-happy.html' title='Everybody should be happy!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3X6Cpp6umI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jf2nqFS0Log/s72-c/aw3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3717772423893619895</id><published>2010-02-11T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:16:50.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helllllo thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3O7HjLBE2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/JQARqIJ_mvo/s1600-h/tumblr_kwm47vf4h01qztggxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S3O7HjLBE2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/JQARqIJ_mvo/s320/tumblr_kwm47vf4h01qztggxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436894913541247842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Love comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they’ve been betrayed; to those who still love even though they’ve been hurt before.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But hey hey hey, no high hopes okay people? Later who can save you if you fell off from the cliff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have a gooood long break okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watch out, the single awareness day is just around the corner!! hahaha! Any plans? Well i do! i'm off for chalet with my family this Vday! hey, who says going out with your family is uncool? catching up session with them, karaoke-ing, swimming... well, when's the last time you hug your daddy or mummy saying how much you love them? its nvr too late to say i love you to anyone you love. especially the one who have been there supporting you ever since u're born.. ur grandmother, grandfather, ur aunty, ur uncle, ur cuzen etc.. let's cherish every moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take care lovelies! Happy long weekend!!! let's treat everyday as if it's ur last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3717772423893619895?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3717772423893619895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3717772423893619895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1608391704348926895</id><published>2010-02-08T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:26:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't met you yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You saw him. &lt;br /&gt; You got stuck. &lt;br /&gt; You've got this very good feeling about him when you first lay eyes on each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HE'S THE ONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, the one. &lt;br /&gt; That feeling of TADAAA! &lt;br /&gt; Beam of lights appear from the back and hindustan song played on the background. &lt;br /&gt; It feels so heavenly that you smile in your sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too good to be true. &lt;br /&gt; Suddenly the only thing you remember after that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're crying and got your heart broken. &lt;br /&gt; Where's the positive vibe and the instinct that... &lt;br /&gt; HE'S THE BLOODY ONE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this bitchy feeling of HE'S THE ONE keep coming time and again. &lt;br /&gt; And, time and again you fail. &lt;br /&gt; Got your heart broken. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So can you ever believe that HE'S-THE-ONE feeling is true? &lt;br /&gt; Cause it's been deceiving you time and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So the next time that feelings pop up, &lt;br /&gt; Can I trust this feeling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You get scared and you hold back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Basically, you can't stop trying. &lt;br /&gt; Yes, Easy lah you want to say right? &lt;br /&gt; Miss Icka, you don't ya ya papaya... &lt;br /&gt; You also single and not experimenting so SHUT UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey, I do try okay. &lt;br /&gt; A pat on the back for me. &lt;br /&gt; Atleast now I'm more daring. &lt;br /&gt; I learn to make friends eventhough the transition from friends to serious relationship I'm yet a dugong but I know I try and you should to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never let failure hold you back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The reason to it is simply... &lt;br /&gt; YOU HAVEN'T MET HIM YET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listen to the song above. &lt;br /&gt; POSITIVE ENERGY FOR ALL OF YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'll fail too many time that sometimes you no longer trust your own gut. &lt;br /&gt; But maybe God just have something else in store for you. &lt;br /&gt; So stay positive, alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I won't have time to have karaoke session with all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; But let's all sing the song from Michael Buble together... &lt;br /&gt;  Pam...Pam..Pam! &lt;br /&gt; Traalaaalaaa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1608391704348926895?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1608391704348926895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1608391704348926895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1608391704348926895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1608391704348926895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Haven&apos;t met you yet.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8376134135151154990</id><published>2010-02-01T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:24:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/geek" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 551px" border="0" alt="geek Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab221/k0nX/36_111014.jpg" width="475" height="652" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY GOOD GUYS A TURN OFF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I feel and I know some might not agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been meeting a few good guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date some, ditch some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls will complaint if they meet the wrong ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the nature of being a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we're not asking for a saint as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I personally dislike good guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not all are like this but most good guys love to over-impress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that we, girls don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when you give too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls find it B O R I N G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When good guys always press the right button,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no thrill to the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gets monotonous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wants to fetch the girl from work to home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold her handbag for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy her sweet gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every little detail should be all perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls need thrills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She need to have some suprises along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something she don't expect to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also want to make an effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also want the guy to sometime get angry with her, scold her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every girl like a man to control her a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pull and let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guys always do things too perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're more like an assistant than a boyfriend material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls need some thrill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to feel jealous and knowing that the guy still love us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guys always stays under the girl's armpit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B O R I N G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never said it's a bad thing but it gets boring after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some girls want some adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some rollercoaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she always get what she wants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And knowing that the guy willing to do everything for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll take things for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knows whatever she do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, after awhile the feeling of: &lt;em&gt;I can afford to lose him&lt;/em&gt;...will rise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then the girl will take things for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guys should learn to inject some sense of urgency in the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To let them know that you're always there but if she's taking things for granted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She might lose you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need to show signal to the girl that I'm not your slave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a man with an ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respect and love work both ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make her feel that she needs you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And good guys should stop being too obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not asking you to play games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But have some pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let girls step on your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls will appreciate a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man that lead them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how feminist a woman is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She still want someone to love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone as a HERO figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone that will lead her, protect her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guys should stop impressing too much cause it can be a turn off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chill pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what else eh, why I don't like good guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're cheesy and corny sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes they watch too much movie and they apply it in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little of it is good but not too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause that will be too ERRGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the secret to hooking a girl's heart is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give all you've got at one point of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then pull it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll come looking for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause she wants it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's hooked to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember, don't give too much until you think she's really worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you think she's a good investment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the intitial stage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take it slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br.&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The keypoint is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAKE YOURSELF ADDICTIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why an asshole usually get the best girls?&lt;br /&gt;And girls will always contradict,&lt;br /&gt;They don't want heartbreaker yet they yearn for this asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because this asshole are good at making themselve addictive.&lt;br /&gt;So even if they treat a girl badly,&lt;br /&gt;The girl will still crave for this asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction is hard to resist, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope this entry is of a help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Egore, hope you read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: Not all good guys are like this but this is just what I think of some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Icka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8376134135151154990?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8376134135151154990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8376134135151154990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8376134135151154990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8376134135151154990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-guys.html' title='Good Guys!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1607330063113383645</id><published>2010-02-01T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:57:11.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH TWO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cupid%20valentines" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="cupid valentines Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Holiday/cupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So how do handle such feelings? &lt;br /&gt; When you're in love with two guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or you're interested with two guys? &lt;br /&gt; Or two guys are chasing after you and you think you favour both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now wait, &lt;br /&gt; Surrendered Singles don't support two timers and bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So how to benefit in this situation and still not being called a BITCH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The answer to it is... &lt;br /&gt; DON'T GIVE HOPE TO BOTH PARTIES. &lt;br /&gt; NO STRING ATTACHED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tell yourself it's the... &lt;br /&gt; PROBATION PERIOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Go out with both boys as friend. &lt;br /&gt; And have a long list of evaluations. &lt;br /&gt; LOL! &lt;br.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Evaluate the boys. &lt;br /&gt; PROS &amp;amp; CONS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But before you start, &lt;br /&gt; Write a note for yourself. &lt;br /&gt; What you want for your future relationship? &lt;br /&gt; What's your priorities and what you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you don't need to tell the boys about their so called probation period. &lt;br /&gt; So it will all be natural and sweet! &lt;br /&gt; LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end of the day, &lt;br /&gt; THE ONE will give you that vibe. &lt;br /&gt; You'll eventually knows it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Tryin'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And most importantly, &lt;br /&gt; Think about yourself. &lt;br /&gt; Never ever use sympathy or anything else to be the factor you chose him over the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1607330063113383645?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1607330063113383645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1607330063113383645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1607330063113383645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1607330063113383645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-love-with-2.html' title='I&apos;m in love with 2?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2599546826470892450</id><published>2010-01-20T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:04:06.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it soo hard to find nice guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone tag at the tagboard asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"why is it soo hard to find nice guys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Thank you for tagging valentino! I will try my best to blog this topic out yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nice guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's define nice guy: Nice means pleasant, agreeable, satisfactory, good natured, kind. and of course, a nice guy needs to be friendly, likable, agreeable, charming and compassionate to be classified into the category of nice guy. most importantly, a nice guy mustn't be hypocrite. That's a definition given my any any dictionary. With naked eye, sometimes we shud be able to tell who's nice or not at 1st impression according to his manner right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like mention or asked by many other girls, why is it so hard to find nice guys nowadays? Nice Guy VS Dream Guy is different. Let me emphasis on that 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't compare a NICE GUY to a DREAM GUY or PERFECT GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Because they are all taken, dead, gay and if not they're underage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SIGH TO ALL THE SINGLE LADIES. hahaha.. i think it's pretty bullshit if you said a nice guy is one in a million. just wait though, they some times don't last with who they are with. hahaha.. sometimes it makes sense though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. They are not hard to find! Perhaps you are looking in all the wrong places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us ladies, shouldn't limit themselves in widening their circle of friends. a nice guy is supposed to be understanding and have a sense of respect. They can be inside the library reading books or studying (LOL!!!).. nolahh.. they can be everywhere, in the arcade, market (tolong mak pegi pasar.. hahaha..), train, clubs, gigs, office anywhere lahh.. So ladies, i think what we should do is to learn to open your eyes!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Many women tend to fall for the more out going and rough guys thinking that they might help (change) them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its true lah.. stop denying. if you want an outgoing rough guys, then stop asking why you can't find a nice guy. coz u chose the rugged guys instead of the nice one. so be it. accept any guy for who he is. it's you decision you have make. don't complain. don't blame the nice guys for not coming to you when you are the one who choose the rugged ones. understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Basically, the nice guys are there---but we're not looking for "nice", we're looking for Prince Charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i emphasis on the classification of guys. NICE vs DECENT vs MR RIGHT vs OUTGOING vs DREAM GUY vs PRINCE CHARMING are all different in many ways. Ladies, your standard is toooo high... or either tooo overboard or either not taken seriously.. Basically, we are all waiting for our handsome prince riding on his white horse (car or bike) and save us from all our everyday problems and worries when in reality the average guy next door is what we really need in our lives but we cant see him because of our fairy tale fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above mention is just my opinion. im not blaming us ladies for the unforeseen of the presence of nice guys on earth. but here's some reality check too that no one is perfect. it takes 2 to clap.. and of course, for men, dun blame us ladies too. look around us.. i wonder what the world is turning to.. men abusing wife, men who's caught for sexually abused ladies, men who cheat on woman's money... it's all up to individual. if you want to make life easy, we shouldn't be the one creating the problem instead solving the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recipe to a healthy, happy and fruitful relationship sometimes doesn't come from a nice guy. it comes from the heart of individuality who wanna work things out for peace and harmony. Get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my opinion! Have a happy wednesday everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7013890901719259782-2599546826470892450?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2599546826470892450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2599546826470892450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2599546826470892450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2599546826470892450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-it-soo-hard-to-find-nice-guys.html' title='why is it soo hard to find nice guys'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4956804965136775464</id><published>2010-01-11T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:00:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S0r13tsdFtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zKi3W8dOqRw/s1600-h/tumblr_kvivrmrCtX1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S0r13tsdFtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zKi3W8dOqRw/s320/tumblr_kvivrmrCtX1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425419038628845266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-MITCH ALBOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4956804965136775464?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4956804965136775464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4956804965136775464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4956804965136775464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4956804965136775464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-lost-is-still-love.html' title='When you believe...'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/S0r13tsdFtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zKi3W8dOqRw/s72-c/tumblr_kvivrmrCtX1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2073269551094567109</id><published>2010-01-06T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:43:03.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hie everyone! How's everything going? Ready to rock the new year 2010? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or still waiting endlessly for your prince/princess? ohh wait... are you still unsure whether should you move on or should you just give him/her another chance? or wait, is he/she seeing another girl/guy behind ur back??? hmmm.. are you always unsure? then we will always be here for you to be a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syikinhartnett.multiply.com/photos/album/130/Ziza_20th_Surprise#27"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="http://images.syikinhartnett.multiply.com/image/2/photos/130/500x500/27/IMGP6746.JPG?et=Jq3C0qLkxOo8bezCMct1HQ&amp;amp;nmid=148046203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;despite the busy bee state we are all in, we will get back to you asap. It's not good to keep everything to urself! sometimes it helps to burden off whatever kept and is disturbing your mind when you talk to your close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quotes of the day, i got this from love thoughts tweet. it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you aim at nothing, you'll hit it every time." ~ Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its true. nothing will happen if you just wait and do nothing. happy wednesday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;more interesting topics will be cover soon in this blog! in the meantime, do drop us any email if you have anything to share or tag us yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2073269551094567109?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2073269551094567109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2073269551094567109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2073269551094567109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2073269551094567109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2010/01/hellooo-wednesday.html' title='Hellooo Wednesday!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1292712728515340671</id><published>2009-12-22T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:40:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;We would like to apologise for not updating regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will update soooon when we are free from work yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SzCF5973eMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/moDZ8QFPk0Q/s72-c/619ab7d9c1610182db6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2637257694501446158</id><published>2009-11-30T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:54:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SxN41E77QoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/552VMHLCJ94/s1600/tumblr_ktpz7nbzjk1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SxN41E77QoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/552VMHLCJ94/s320/tumblr_ktpz7nbzjk1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409800430655586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;want to be happy? only you can help yourself to be and stay happy. you should choose to be happy. and even if it takes a million or thousand problems along the way to the road of happiness, hold on strong. everyone can be happy. even when you fake a smile, a smile can bring happiness to others and not yours. so yeah! be cool, funky always. ohh and happy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just dropping by, sorry girls. and thnks icka for updating. im super busy to even think about loneliness, sad things or even love! hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stay happy singlerettes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How to get 24 hours of awesome-ness even without a boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It depends on your age group, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you're 12 and you can't afford it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'M SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rule of the game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GET THAT BOY OUT OF THE MIND FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NUMBER 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gather all your girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Save up cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Book a chalet or hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SLUMBER NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Play dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never forget to record all this down in camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NUMBER 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go ingredient shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Get you girlfriends to wear baju butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cook or bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then bring along all your guyfriends to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or just anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NUMBER 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Think of a theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wear something really pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A night to feel so gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As though you're going to prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get one friend to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or just parade yourself out in Singapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Laugh! Laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And don't forget to have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NUMBER 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sharing session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But only share sweet thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone is prohibited to talk about boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Atleast not the hearbreaking parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Make a scrapbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cut Cut, Paste Paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or Bling your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go to Arab Street to get the diamonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then stick it! Stick it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NUMBER 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go for a hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gather all the girls and go to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can lose weight as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you reach the top,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a sweaty picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And camwhore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NUMBER 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeling-feeling you're a host of a makan show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go to all the famous makan place in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Try the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And take photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make your own video/ magazine with photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 years down the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you flip it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trust me, you'll smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NUMBER 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Save up with all your girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Go fine dining in some posh restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or cable car/ Singapore Flyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not only couple can go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NUMBER 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GO TRAVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Party hard and find peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or be someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just roll and jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the process of doing this activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never ever be reminded by boyfriends/crush/exbf/ whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's just you and your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If one of your company is someone you don't favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KICK THEM OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OR DISTRACT YOURSELF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GET TO KNOW THEM BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You'll never know he/she is a potential bf/gf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nah, maybe you can be good friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohhh, one thing for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't forget to pack alot of joy along and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What else can you do this holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...Even without a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLUERGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can do so much, trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8144293277103935145?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8144293277103935145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8144293277103935145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8144293277103935145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8144293277103935145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-hours-without-boyfriend.html' title='24 hours without boyfriend!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1995911976491675511</id><published>2009-11-27T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:06:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONGRATULATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No hurry, take it one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sip it in bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't forget to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you get a little scared but it's okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got to take a little risk sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know we're all behind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/in%20love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i722.photobucket.com/albums/ww228/Lil_K9G/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love, US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1995911976491675511?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1995911976491675511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1995911976491675511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1995911976491675511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1995911976491675511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-in-love.html' title='You&apos;re in love?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-8713898346032968411</id><published>2009-11-27T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:27:08.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play advisor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/help" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="help Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww351/dawilliams/helpimages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of our fellow Singlerettes need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read on to understand her situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female Lead:&lt;/strong&gt; College Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male Character:&lt;/strong&gt; A student taking a private degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they met:&lt;/strong&gt; Tagged.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem in relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-She has been the one forking out money for their dates. (He didn’t ask for it but guys need initiative, agree?)&lt;br /&gt;-He always seek her to miss call his handphone if they want to meet (Reason being HP low prepaid)&lt;br /&gt;-She has been the one always looking for him instead of him looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;-Called his home but his family member will treat her rudely.&lt;br /&gt;-Wanted a break-up but boyfriend says,” you always think nonsense,slalu fikir negative..I love you alot n want to be with u.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer’s concern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Have he been using her?&lt;br /&gt;-What she’s supposed to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So any advise or piece of mind to share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can comment through the tagboard or click below. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*You can leave a longer comment below the Poll Result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/nLdb"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia'; COLOR: #ffffff; FONT-SIZE: 13px" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" background="http://pollcode.com/images/bg/black_diag.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input value="1" type="radio" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;She should leave the guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input value="2" type="radio" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;She should give him another chance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input value="3" type="radio" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;I want to comment more!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt; &lt;input value="View" type="submit" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;pollcode.com &lt;a href="http://pollcode.com/"&gt;free polls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-8713898346032968411?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/8713898346032968411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=8713898346032968411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8713898346032968411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/8713898346032968411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-play-advisor.html' title='Let&apos;s play advisor.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-3389186583158819468</id><published>2009-11-19T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:18:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When to say NO and leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be a slave to the things you crave. ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20apple" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 277px" border="0" alt="Snow White ate the apple Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv69/funfreak2/Photography/2519041411_4556d9f848.jpg" width="400" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you love someone too much,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got totally blinded you forget where's the limit.&lt;br /&gt;Which is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What's certain things that you can't afford to sacrifice and what you can still accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it comes to a point that you think and obsess too much on that girl/boy of your "dream",&lt;br /&gt;You forget where's your place in the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you've got to stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PAUSE &amp;amp; SLOW DOWN THE WHOLE PROCESS.&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everyone have a place.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like Twitter where one is a follower and another one is the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer writes and the follower follow blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is like Facebook where one user can super poke another user and there's also a button for another user to poke back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It require two human being to handle the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never a one sided thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEN TO SAY NO &amp;amp; LEAVE...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationship is &lt;strong&gt;based&lt;/strong&gt; on Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it will not only need Love alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When to say NO to the relationship and leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1) Being unfaithful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be it he make out or only kiss another girl behind your back or even sleep around with another woman. That's consider a NO NO! You can take the risk to give him another chance but if it happen too many times, it's time to find someone more deserving. Someone that only want and need you. You don't want to worry too much in the relationship. TRUST. If it's lacking, time to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) Whacked you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If he decide to just touch you even a slight slap. TIME TO BLOW HIM GOODBYE KISSES. Maybe you can try anger management class or things along that way but if you've done your part and he still treat you like a punching bag. Trust me, he'll never stop. So you've got to be courageous and close doors on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3) Walking Bank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this is the most frequent problem. When guys treat you as their credit card or someone they seek financial help from. Once awhile, its okay. But you need to draw the line between you as a banker or you as the girl that goes through thick and thin with him. If if comes to a point that he's a financial burden and he's treating you like his loanshark. It's time to move along. NOT WORTH IT! You don't want to marry a guy that will steal you future children piggy bank, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4) Sex machine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall not sound too narrow minded here and neither do I encourage pre-marital sex. You know which is wrong and right in our religion but if you were to practice pre-marital sex, do consider this. You're not a machine, if he's treating you as his sex slave. Requiring you to always have sex with him and sexually abuse you, it's time to gain all the courage and pride to really leave him. Relationship is not all based on sex. And when a guy force you to have sex with him, do me a favour kick his nuts for me! (Okay, I'm just being sarcastic!) But never allow a guy influence you to have sex with him. Don't be scared of his threats. It's you that make the decision. If he's all about sex, kick him good bye. tell him, you worth more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5) Fling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm writing this for girls that's into long term relationship. Not those fling and scandalous stuff. So for girls that's looking for a long term commitment and if a guy treat you more than a friend. Like he hug you, hold your hand and what couples usually do but he said,"Hey! We're just casual friends." Ask him straight on his face,"What are we?" If he still claim that the both of you are friends, it's time to take a step back. Friends don't kiss. Me &amp;amp; Syikin don't go around groping and kissing each other. You need to draw the limit. Some guys use the term FRIENDSHIP to cover up for the word FLING. Innocent girls will get very ashamed by it and think it's okay for him to do all that afterall it's just friendship. Know your worth, my dear. A guy friend don't go around touching your ass and do those things. If he treat you as a friend, he need to know what's the meaning of respect. Unless you don't mind, I have no say. But if it's just an excuse from his side to touch you all over, give him the punch and label him a jerk. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6) Forceful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he don't treat you gently. He's forceful. Like he force you to perform oral sex on him or even force you to sell drugs. Get you to do the things you never wanted to. Even things like you're not allowed to go out with your friends. Or some guys even restrict girls from going out with FAMILY. That's over the limit. If you think it's wrong for a guy to be that controlling, it's time to gain alot of your strength and walk away. It's hard cause he's going to talk down on you or even abuse you but you need to share this with your loved ones and break away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7) Verbal abuse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It comes to a point whereby he said you're never good enough because yada yada...like you're too ugly for him. He can find someone else that's prettier and better than you. He run you down and make you feel really bad about yourself. It comes to a point you think you'll never make it without him. Hey, YOU CAN! If he can find someone else better than you. Let him do so. For this cases, you'll feel that no one else will still want you. Trust me, there's someone that will appreciate you. Your boyfriend is just insecure himself. He need to bring you down to make himself feel better. What an ass! If he can't make you feel good, is that the kind of relationship you dream of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes alot of courage to break away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But always put yourself first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SET YOUR PRIORITIES RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's one person on earth that you need to take care of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S YOURSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, just a reminder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't be a slave to things you crave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm adding a poll to this entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something new here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can also leave very long comment as compared to those @ the tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else do you think other than the point I've given above that's a wake up call for you to leave a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/8Mgh"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; COLOR: #050005; FONT-SIZE: 13px" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" background="http://pollcode.com/images/bg/flowers.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like this post?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input value="1" type="radio" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;YES&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input value="2" type="radio" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;NO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt; &lt;input value="View" type="submit" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pollcode.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*To comment, you need to click a YES/NO first. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Love, Atikah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-3389186583158819468?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/3389186583158819468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=3389186583158819468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3389186583158819468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/3389186583158819468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-to-say-no-and-leave.html' title='When to say NO and leave...'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv69/funfreak2/Photography/th_2519041411_4556d9f848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4340040154647283013</id><published>2009-11-19T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:38:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LOVE YOU GIRLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt256/jessica_xox_2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="photography" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt256/jessica_xox_2009/5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On behalf of SS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just checked the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's letters and topics some of the girls wanted to share with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deepest apology cause we haven't been checking the mail for eon years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA! HA! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will get back to you girls soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And keep it coming in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We girls are open to change and willing to share with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, we're not pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we'll try to play big sister and help each other out, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Icka &amp;amp; the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4340040154647283013?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4340040154647283013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4340040154647283013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4340040154647283013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4340040154647283013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-love-you-girls.html' title='WE LOVE YOU GIRLS!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-5531952890560419351</id><published>2009-11-16T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:19:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal, no more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20boy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="boy and girl Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f320/OneChance13/photography/boygirl1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies, the ideal man doesn't sin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't foul up, doesn't cry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't make you cry &amp;amp;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOESN'T EXIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(HAHA!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Atikah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-5531952890560419351?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/5531952890560419351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=5531952890560419351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5531952890560419351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/5531952890560419351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideal-no-more.html' title='Ideal, no more?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f320/OneChance13/photography/th_boygirl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-272636926457951326</id><published>2009-11-16T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:19:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things the perfect one should have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/quotes%20and%20sayings" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="quotes and sayings Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh296/chavo_045/8d23fa3b47ba0c629a65c6a41deb6094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Number 2 sound like a weirdo but Number 7's cute.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll laugh like mad, I promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every guy will hurt you eventually,&lt;br /&gt;You just need to choose which is worth the pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Atikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-272636926457951326?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/272636926457951326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=272636926457951326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/272636926457951326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/272636926457951326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-things-perfect-one-should-have.html' title='10 things the perfect one should have?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1484602668796476122</id><published>2009-11-16T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:20:01.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So who is he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/quotes%20and%20sayings" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/quote96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Atikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-1484602668796476122?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1484602668796476122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1484602668796476122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1484602668796476122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1484602668796476122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-who-is-he.html' title='So who is he?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_quote96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2854317501756832510</id><published>2009-11-16T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:20:31.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which dumb guy will make me fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIRLS MUST TRY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you get Love Proposal way too many time it gets worthless? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20fireflies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="my Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn177/Stars_static_tomorrow/lightning-bugs.jpg" width="295" height="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ask him,&lt;br /&gt;Get me a bottle of fireflies, if it's really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hint Hint: Girls! if he made an effort to go to Selangor, Malaysia to get even 1 firefly for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN, that guy is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;(Now, you define your own CRAZY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he come out with some cheesy lines and excuses,&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favour, STUFF WASABI UP HIS NOSTRIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't settle for anything but a FIREFLY!&lt;br /&gt;( HAHA!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK BOYS, HAVE FUN GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt256/jessica_xox_2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wee_08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 183px" border="0" alt="quotes and sayings" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt256/jessica_xox_2009/wee_08.jpg" width="367" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'll know which dumb guy you really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from his reply, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Try it to all 101 guys.&lt;br /&gt;If guys can have the same script, why can't we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Atikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2854317501756832510?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2854317501756832510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2854317501756832510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2854317501756832510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2854317501756832510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-dumb-guy-will-make-me-fall.html' title='Which dumb guy will make me fall...'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-306870527286340430</id><published>2009-11-11T11:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:05:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one likes to be told. Give them time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you have been following Taufik Batisah on twitter, you should have seen one his tweet that says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/taufikbatisah" class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Fique" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); "&gt;taufikbatisah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="actions" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: absolute; right: 10px; top: 8px; line-height: 1.25em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_5608712765" title="favorite this tweet" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); background-image: url(http://s.twimg.com/a/1257899144/images/sprite-icons.png); width: 15px; height: 15px; display: block; cursor: pointer; visibility: hidden; background-position: -32px 0px; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;the truth RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/RevRunWisdom" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); "&gt;RevRunWisdom&lt;/a&gt;: Ladies:::Never try to get with a man &amp;amp; try to change him... u cant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes ladies... here's a word of advise, just like us, we don't like to be told to change to be either a soft demure lady in split seconds. or maybe we don't like to be told to stop wasting our money on unnecessary stuffs frm the retail therapy, right! just like men, we do have our ego too as well. and also just like us, men don't like the idea of you trying to change him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i believe, men will change when they think they want to. and changes doesnt take overnight. we can guide them but of course not to the extent of being too hopeful on them too much. just like anyone else, we can't force anyone to change (even if it's for the better). it's all up to individual, if they know what's right and wrong, or which path they want to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ladies, i have to agree with the quote above. never, ever try to get with a man and try to change him.. coz the fact is, we can't. we might be the reason for him to change, but we can't tell him to change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Svo1hzu8PPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/g_1zHJt-Rdc/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-1b396e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Svo1hzu8PPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/g_1zHJt-Rdc/s320/PhotoFunia-1b396e3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402689557923380466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just like edward cullen.. u can't change him to a normal human being.. coz he's a vampire. and if u realise, when he met bella, he noes that he can't be with her but she accept him for who he is. and at the same time, he tried his best to be a real man when he's with her. he noes he can't change for the way he is, but he takes effort for the woman he love. so yeah.. hahahah.. my example merepek nak mampos.. but i hope we all get the drift. man will change, and they will but we can't tell them off to change! they should noe what they are doing.. coz they noe they might regret one fine day if they did not change, for the better. let them realise it themselves and you, be the guidance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-306870527286340430?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/306870527286340430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=306870527286340430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/306870527286340430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/306870527286340430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-one-likes-to-be-told-give-them-time.html' title='No one likes to be told. Give them time.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Svo1hzu8PPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/g_1zHJt-Rdc/s72-c/PhotoFunia-1b396e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7931745060688317844</id><published>2009-11-04T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:17:45.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SvFUfZhpTUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3kJKHSQfbuo/s1600-h/tumblr_kp1e9eSdHu1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SvFUfZhpTUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3kJKHSQfbuo/s320/tumblr_kp1e9eSdHu1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400190326598618434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember not to toy with anyone feelings coz it's unhealthy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&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/7013890901719259782-7931745060688317844?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7931745060688317844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7931745060688317844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7931745060688317844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7931745060688317844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-wednesday-everyone.html' title='Happy Wednesday everyone!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SvFUfZhpTUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3kJKHSQfbuo/s72-c/tumblr_kp1e9eSdHu1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6182752211378017075</id><published>2009-10-27T17:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:08:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i'm worth it. Jz like Loreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helooo everyone! Hope the weekdays are doing just fine. It's only Tuesday, i noe. Well anyway, i'm here to share something interesting i found over at FB by my FB friend Sufina. Check this out. It says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she wont be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, happy working, schooling, slacking, shopping &amp;amp; bloghopping everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6182752211378017075?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6182752211378017075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6182752211378017075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6182752211378017075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6182752211378017075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-im-worth-it-jz-like-loreal.html' title='Because i&apos;m worth it. Jz like Loreal.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-4878262163490818426</id><published>2009-10-22T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:53:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want a goldfish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395373022664433810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SuA3LZ6joJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_J1jACHlD0U/s320/DSC01529.JPG" /&gt;As much as we deny it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls will always want to impress the guy they like but if you fail too many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got to tell yourself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT A MAN THAT WILL LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loosen up and have fun, Honey! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys are like fishes.&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like fisherman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, make your own theory out of my helping phrases.&lt;br /&gt;THINK METAPHOR!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't choose which guy to fall for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can try your luck with the bait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like fishing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't choose whether you want a shark or a dolphin to fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I can't think of any other fishes so make do with this, okay? HAHK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But through the bait, you can some how determine which fish you'll hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you use a 1kg weight of meat as a bait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't expect to get yourself a goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The meat too big for its mouth, agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know nuts about fishing but you get the idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want a sporty guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't go to a drama class to hunt him, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to a gym, like DURH?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt that you're never good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think you're too boring for a guy or you're not interesting enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You try to make yourself "FUN" to the extent that you sacrifice your PLUS POINTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you fail to appreciate the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it sucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's too short for fear and worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't live to feel that constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loosen up and have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't forget this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will want someone that love you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again, we girls can't stop thinking huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's just us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY DATING, SINGLERETTES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go out there and start fishing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-4878262163490818426?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/4878262163490818426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=4878262163490818426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4878262163490818426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/4878262163490818426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-want-goldfish.html' title='You want a goldfish?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SuA3LZ6joJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_J1jACHlD0U/s72-c/DSC01529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-284352194878673734</id><published>2009-10-22T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:46:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im drinking coke now! so refreshing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, fantasy; "&gt;i found this line over at FB by one of my online friends. She said something like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How long before he just picks up what he wants... and just disappears?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/?action=view&amp;amp;current=I_don__t_know_you_by_jesicamarle-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/I_don__t_know_you_by_jesicamarle-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was interesting enough that it set me thinking about the statement above. Well... if you've been a victim of love, trust life a little. He might disappear and for real, he will never come back again. You might find it hard to forget.. well, the trick to forget is to not remember.. well its pretty tricky.. hahaha.. it makes no any sense.. but seriously, seasons change, everyday is a new day.. even if takes you a hundred years to forget him, just go ahead.. you'll get sick and tired of it one fine day and then will come to realise that life goes on! you got to! if he/she can disappear, why can't you? sometimes it might hurt a little, but the truth is, when someone disappear from your life, he/she is really not into you anymore. truth hurts, life sucks, but what to do.. let's just say that it's normal to meet the few wrong ones before you meet the right one! and just remember, things happen for a reason!!!!!!!!!!!! believe in fate and destiny. dun be a depressed single soul okays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cheers to all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-284352194878673734?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/284352194878673734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=284352194878673734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/284352194878673734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/284352194878673734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-drinking-coke-now-so-refreshing.html' title='im drinking coke now! so refreshing!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-944657704136152145</id><published>2009-10-16T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:41:34.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You determine the next step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 285px" border="0" alt="Holga Girl Sunglasses Retro Vintage Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m176/niascissorhands/20090208101836.jpg" width="404" height="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreams pursued or old habits continued? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The choice is yours, right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atikah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-944657704136152145?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/944657704136152145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=944657704136152145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/944657704136152145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/944657704136152145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-determine-next-step.html' title='You determine the next step.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-1533642686829499887</id><published>2009-10-15T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:41:57.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When deep injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vintage girl Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz32/StArGaZe2864/QAF9RCAZU5EDUCA2KF332CAJYH727CASYKD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atikah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7013890901719259782-1533642686829499887?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/1533642686829499887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=1533642686829499887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1533642686829499887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/1533642686829499887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-6783575758105392729</id><published>2009-10-14T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:35:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever single transition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i found a very good article for everyone to read. Extracted from Cleo Magz May 2009.  Read this! click on the image to enlarge and read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StWNC6QX7RI/AAAAAAAAAgI/b1OFuFGGWbU/s1600-h/article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StWNC6QX7RI/AAAAAAAAAgI/b1OFuFGGWbU/s320/article.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392371209983225106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-6783575758105392729?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/6783575758105392729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=6783575758105392729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6783575758105392729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/6783575758105392729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-single-transition.html' title='Ever single transition.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StWNC6QX7RI/AAAAAAAAAgI/b1OFuFGGWbU/s72-c/article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-401625985838047322</id><published>2009-10-12T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:25:42.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StKhoY5OQJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5ZMNJItHSA8/s1600-h/tss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StKhoY5OQJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5ZMNJItHSA8/s320/tss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549419165204626" 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/7013890901719259782-401625985838047322?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/401625985838047322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=401625985838047322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/401625985838047322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/401625985838047322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next??!!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/StKhoY5OQJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5ZMNJItHSA8/s72-c/tss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2837618607481336894</id><published>2009-10-05T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:52:38.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Ssl5hAeyOwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5M3DvfY3p9o/s1600-h/tumblr_kq7kshMbaO1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Ssl5hAeyOwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5M3DvfY3p9o/s320/tumblr_kq7kshMbaO1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388972037097274114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To say is easy, but to act is always a challenge. So i say, let's not accept defeat and let's face it. Take it with an open mind. Sometimes giving in and giving up does not mean failure. It depends on different circumstances. Let's move on!!!!!!!!!!! :) Hahaha.. macam senang gitu eh cakap.. all da best people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;i saw this quote somewhere.. it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Because you are alive, everything is possible!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v684/syikinhartnett/urs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-2837618607481336894?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2837618607481336894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2837618607481336894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2837618607481336894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2837618607481336894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-life.html' title='This is life.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Ssl5hAeyOwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5M3DvfY3p9o/s72-c/tumblr_kq7kshMbaO1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2237737012927273798</id><published>2009-09-29T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:07:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika Cinta Bertasbih</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LdtI4ICcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LdtI4ICcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cinta adalah kekuatan yang mampu  mengubah duri jadi mawar,&lt;br /&gt;Mengubah cuka jadi anggur,&lt;br /&gt;Mengubah sedih jadi riang&lt;br /&gt;Mengubah amarah jadi ramah,&lt;br /&gt;Mengubah musibah jadi muhibbah&lt;br /&gt;Itulah cinta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun cintatelah ku uraikan&lt;br /&gt;dan ku jelaskan panjang lebar,&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku jadi malu pada keteranganku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun lidahku telah mampu menguraikan,&lt;br /&gt;Namun tanpa lidah,&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ternyata lebih terang...&lt;br /&gt;Sementara pena begitu tergesa-gesa menuliskannya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam menguraikan cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Akal terbaring tak berdaya,&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan keldai terbaring dalam lumpur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta sendirilah yang menerangkan cinta dan perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was truly amazed by those puisi written. Im sure u all will like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was slammed down by emotions today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But i manage to overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:) kinn&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/7013890901719259782-2237737012927273798?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2237737012927273798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2237737012927273798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2237737012927273798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2237737012927273798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketika-cinta-bertasbih.html' title='Ketika Cinta Bertasbih'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-223894395452076748</id><published>2009-09-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:14:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's there, grab it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-raBfhfQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KbW63EzTUzU/s1600-h/beathedoorwhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386212142924004610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-raBfhfQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KbW63EzTUzU/s320/beathedoorwhen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-223894395452076748?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/223894395452076748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=223894395452076748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/223894395452076748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/223894395452076748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-there-grab-it.html' title='It&apos;s there, grab it!'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-raBfhfQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KbW63EzTUzU/s72-c/beathedoorwhen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-444155128881735493</id><published>2009-09-28T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:13:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-rPC_HZKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CxydUtrKrxA/s1600-h/MAYA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386211954346386594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-rPC_HZKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CxydUtrKrxA/s320/MAYA5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-444155128881735493?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/444155128881735493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=444155128881735493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/444155128881735493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/444155128881735493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t give up.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/Sr-rPC_HZKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CxydUtrKrxA/s72-c/MAYA5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-7925963666225443891</id><published>2009-09-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:40:02.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart little girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/let%20go" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="let him go., Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn270/yamyam_22/gO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013890901719259782-7925963666225443891?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/7925963666225443891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=7925963666225443891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7925963666225443891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/7925963666225443891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/09/smart-little-girl.html' title='smart little girl?'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013890901719259782.post-2439550200389154292</id><published>2009-09-16T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:52:07.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's 1st Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DRjULYiWao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DRjULYiWao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, fantasy; "&gt;Lol! this is so hilarious!! so singles who are heartbroken, don't take it too hard. for at least, you don't get your heart broken when you are as young as him! hahahaa..!!!&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/7013890901719259782-2439550200389154292?l=the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/feeds/2439550200389154292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7013890901719259782&amp;postID=2439550200389154292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2439550200389154292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013890901719259782/posts/default/2439550200389154292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-surrendered-singles.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-1st-heartbreak.html' title='Kid&apos;s 1st Heartbreak.'/><author><name>the surrendered singles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2djrXqw5tEo/SKutWM3wpXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n80IuC_bYtU/S220/DSC03883.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
