<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336</id><updated>2009-10-27T22:56:23.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous Amourous, Mabel</title><subtitle type='html'>The Kaleidoscope of Life...

There are variety types of colour and shape in Kaleidoscope. Its everchanging, sometimes intricate &amp;amp; sometimes simple. To me, a kaleidoscope resembles my life, sometimes intricate, sometimes simple &amp;amp; everchanging.

www.mabeldanielle.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-4267541522446316756</id><published>2009-09-28T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:57:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-4267541522446316756?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4267541522446316756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=4267541522446316756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/4267541522446316756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/4267541522446316756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-5064033142077347903</id><published>2009-09-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:50:09.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote which applies in my life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote by a great fren of mine, a numerologist - &lt;em&gt;Master Lilian Lai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is not a matter of the mind but of the heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it is &lt;strong&gt;A FEELING…ONLY TO BE FELT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;True romance&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;words unspoken &lt;/strong&gt;with&lt;strong&gt; actions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;uttered in silence…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been wondering... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are our eyes limiting us to see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........... &lt;em&gt;feelings.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which can only be felt in heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-5064033142077347903?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5064033142077347903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=5064033142077347903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5064033142077347903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5064033142077347903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-which-applies-in-my-life.html' title='quote which applies in my life....'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-7019753737017081660</id><published>2009-08-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:54:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogrP6QmFJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YwOflLk3XIs/s1600-h/P1080547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370590107976209554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogrP6QmFJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YwOflLk3XIs/s320/P1080547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with frenz around in Sg, dinner at Long Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogqaxwHLOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OS93bHYkJ6Q/s1600-h/P1080527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370589195159416034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogqaxwHLOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OS93bHYkJ6Q/s320/P1080527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This yummy dessert really de-stressed us at Tcc, Clarke Quay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SognFINYHyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pqyykT_SmE8/s1600-h/P1080523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585524695736098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SognFINYHyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pqyykT_SmE8/s320/P1080523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Vanzi boss &amp;amp; I - de-stressed moment in Tcc, Clarke Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogmtG-m2dI/AAAAAAAAAes/LY-MF4o5BL4/s1600-h/P1080324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585112048490962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogmtG-m2dI/AAAAAAAAAes/LY-MF4o5BL4/s320/P1080324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from the balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogmC8yo5uI/AAAAAAAAAek/1l7mapwCMt0/s1600-h/dining+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584387759433442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogmC8yo5uI/AAAAAAAAAek/1l7mapwCMt0/s320/dining+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Proposed idea for Living and Dining Area in Sentosa Cove (3d)&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been running here and there....From kl to Sg and from Sg to kl. Follow ups, sometimes consider as leisure in the meantime working for a project in Sg. A great experience :) No time to think bout nonsence around.. I'm glad i;m moving on fast here. Kinda like the lifestyle in Sg. A new start for me and everything! The culture there are slightly diffrent. Currently working on a project in Sentosa Cove, da Villa's there are fantastic with it's sophisticated architecture in individual unit. wow! i'm glad that i'm involved in this project! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love it to the max! &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/1169599301454471336-7019753737017081660?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7019753737017081660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=7019753737017081660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7019753737017081660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7019753737017081660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-and-there.html' title='here and there'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SogrP6QmFJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YwOflLk3XIs/s72-c/P1080547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6643527716236603795</id><published>2009-07-22T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:45:04.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing can compare with Mother's love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lying on the bed with a weak body and high tempreture...i'm thankful to have a great mum who take care of me, and who be there for me when i'm weak. Imagine, middle of the night..during the wee hour, She awake and come into my room seeing me unwell, held her hand on my forehead and check my body temperature. She stays beside me....and i hold her hand when i feel uneasy....I can see that she is worried, as H1n1 is spreading around...I'm luckily that it do not infected me as my case is similar to it. I can say, i am very lucky to have a good mum like her...She is always great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A mother's love is something that no one can explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A WONDERFUL MOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD made a wonderful mother,&lt;br /&gt;A mother who never grows old;&lt;br /&gt;He made her smile of the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;And He molded her heart of pure gold;&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,&lt;br /&gt;In her cheeks, fair roses you see;&lt;br /&gt;God made a wonderful mother,&lt;br /&gt;And He gave that dear mother to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Pat O'Reilly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6643527716236603795?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6643527716236603795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6643527716236603795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6643527716236603795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6643527716236603795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-can-compare-with-mothers-love.html' title='Nothing can compare with Mother&apos;s love'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-696685084674060192</id><published>2009-07-11T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:28:16.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh2V0uEmZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ks6Hqy7GlLE/s1600-h/girls-beach-body-six-pack-400a050307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357161874058418578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh2V0uEmZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ks6Hqy7GlLE/s320/girls-beach-body-six-pack-400a050307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Target for my body...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As day pass by, life is getting better after going to gym…finally i understand why exercise is good.. A friend and a boos of mine said ‘Exercise is good and when we sweat , scientific studies have that endorphins is the chemical in the body which is responsible to fight depression and make you feel happy’. Regular exercises will lead to increased release of this chemical in the body. I found out seronin is another chemical in our body which works with endorphins which makes us happier. Exercise regulary will makes our life happier and at the same time it will be ‘bingo!’ when we reach the target of our body figure. I’m building up my muscle ..hopefully in 2 months time i will be able to see the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-696685084674060192?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/696685084674060192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=696685084674060192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/696685084674060192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/696685084674060192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/07/exercise-is-good.html' title='Exercise is good!'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh2V0uEmZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ks6Hqy7GlLE/s72-c/girls-beach-body-six-pack-400a050307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6438322026776191954</id><published>2009-07-11T04:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:27:30.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da passion in it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh20997_KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/jG9cphfG4Os/s1600-h/masterbedroom-new1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357162409116826786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh20997_KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/jG9cphfG4Os/s320/masterbedroom-new1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; One of my client bedroom - 3d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever i designed, i will put myself in the shoe of my client. What they prefer, the colours they want and the concept. The most important is the passion in it, without the passion of design. I believe Its a failure. Yet, i treat it as if it my own house, either its comfort to stay. While i’m doing the space planning, I need to ensure whether it’s convenient when i place the furniture,cabinets and shelving around, drawers etc. Lots of preparation needed. There are once, I designed a place for a special friend before, the outcome of it is absolutely great and satisfied- feedback of all the visitors! They can see there are passion and efforts in it, love is there with the combination of everything. Yeah, we are in the relationship that time, he is special. Although we are not meant to be, i learn that to designed a ‘home sweet home’ to all my clients in future. I must have the love &amp;amp; passion in it where the outcome of the place will be beautiful than anything else, As long as my clients are satisfy with the outcome and happily staying there. With the smile in their face, I will gain the happiness especially when they said &lt;em&gt;‘ Thanks for your help Mabel, I love the place where you designed’..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6438322026776191954?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6438322026776191954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6438322026776191954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6438322026776191954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6438322026776191954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-passion-in-it.html' title='Da passion in it..'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh20997_KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/jG9cphfG4Os/s72-c/masterbedroom-new1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-4612090668043053421</id><published>2009-07-11T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:28:37.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met up with a friend today, Adrian Alfredo. Knew him for 10 years and been a good friend of mine since then. We talks a lot about love-chemistry and things that happened in our life. I like the topic that we discuss about ‘Chemistry in our body which is involved in love’. There are a lot of chemicals racing around your brain and body when you’re in love. That comes when we’re falling in love includes a racing heart, flushed skin and sweaty palms. We’re releasing the “pleasure chemical,” which produce a feeling of bliss and the racing heart and excitement. Most of us, seems to have a happier life when our body contain the chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read an article which is kinda related to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to Helen Fisher, anthropologist and well-known love researcher from Rutgers University, together these two chemicals produce elation, intense energy, sleeplessness, craving, loss of appetite and focused attention. She also says, “The human body releases the cocktail of love rapture only when certain conditions are met and … men more readily produce it than women, because of their more visual nature.”&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/1169599301454471336-4612090668043053421?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4612090668043053421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=4612090668043053421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/4612090668043053421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/4612090668043053421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/07/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6416068981042482243</id><published>2009-06-26T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:00:10.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can never be measured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, lets say ‘How much do u love him/her?’ some will respond ‘ i love u more than anything and i will give the whole world’ some will say ‘ u r my 101%’…it shows that no matter how love cant be measured. It actually depends on individual and the way they give into the relationship, the bond between each other is the most important. No matter how many years or months they are in a relationship, most important is both parties have to give in with each other, meantime communication plays an important role. It takes hard work and It will not work if the opposite side does not want to give in or not ready for commitment. That’s one of the reason why some of us find it hard in search of their Miss or Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found an interesting , yet meaningful quotes by a friend of mine, Master Lilian Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.master-lilianlai.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.master-lilianlai.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*LOVE is not a matter of the mind but of the heart, it is A FEELING…ONLY TO BE FELT.* Master Lilian Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*True romance are words unspoken with actions uttered in silence…..* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master Lilian Lai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6416068981042482243?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6416068981042482243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6416068981042482243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6416068981042482243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6416068981042482243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-can-never-be-measured.html' title='Love can never be measured'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6837595211101923922</id><published>2009-06-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:11:34.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched ‘p.s. i love you’ last night…its a great movie. A movie about a grieving young widow who discovers her late husband who hav left her a list of tasks revealed in 10 monthly messages that are intended to ease her out of grief and transition her to a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moral in this movie, i learned to let go and to move on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will face the facts that he is no longer a part of my life. Look in the mirror and tell myself ‘ I want to think about what i want and not about him.I’m worth it. ….I’m not the loser’. I believe it will empower myself to move on without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was then and this is now. The ‘better Him’ will appear one day and never have to detach again. It time to let go of the past and to move on with a new life.  ‘Yea he is great but not the greatest’… In life, we will always go for greatest for first choice, and we wont go for 2nd choice most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will boost up my career, to have plans to do everything i want..and i know i can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6837595211101923922?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6837595211101923922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6837595211101923922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6837595211101923922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6837595211101923922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-move-on.html' title='To move on'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-5923168931197701141</id><published>2009-06-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:33:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh4jP7w-qI/AAAAAAAAAec/VMfBlKtTCaM/s1600-h/3616165547_c49546bdc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357164303725165218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh4jP7w-qI/AAAAAAAAAec/VMfBlKtTCaM/s320/3616165547_c49546bdc8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once i closed my eyes, it appear in my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The laughter, the moments we are together, places we went…and now, someone in ur life will be going through this with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hardest thing is to let go of someone who bring smile to our faces, tears to our eyes, and sometimes both at the same time. Losing a loved one is devastating, what is left with us is our memories. It is the only things we have left after the person is gone. At times, it may be painful to think about , with them…they remains a part of our memory in life…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes certains things we do, places we go,…it triggers our memory…when it does. we will recall about the moment we are with the person…especially those who left a mark in our heart..just like tattoo…As time passed, once memory is encoded into long term memory, basically – it can be remembered over time or it can be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helen Keller said, “What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-5923168931197701141?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5923168931197701141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=5923168931197701141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5923168931197701141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5923168931197701141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/Slh4jP7w-qI/AAAAAAAAAec/VMfBlKtTCaM/s72-c/3616165547_c49546bdc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-7772837716706034006</id><published>2009-06-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:51:59.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love..what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i m asking myself, what is love? why will i have this kind of feeling towards him?..why will i feel hurt when we are no longer together? Why love will mostly ended up hurts ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A break up, divorce, death or abandonment are some of the most painful experiences because of the love we had with them. For me,  Love is divided into a wide scope..depending on context, love can be 'fatherly or motherly love'....Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love among family members and friends...often, for those who failed in love relationship, are feeling guilt, hurt and miserable..yet on other hand, for those who found their soulmate will have happiness in it. The meaning of love can change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love may lead to changed a person personality..Some say it is false and meaningless.. I realise most of my friends around me, changed their lifestyle and character after a major failure in it..either lost  trust in love,  hatred, trumatized  in relationships. ...it haunted and trigger the memory of the past.. yet, its hurt when we can't be with someone we loved.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i've lost him...it's complicated between us..yet the truth hurts when he is hiding something from u..n once u found out..it feels terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart shatter immediately...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-7772837716706034006?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7772837716706034006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=7772837716706034006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7772837716706034006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7772837716706034006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovewhat-is-love.html' title='love..what is love?'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6658112975078584833</id><published>2009-06-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:13:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't play a good songs today.. due to the sudden breakdown in my love life. I doubt there is a link between music, moods and emotions. I read an article and it explain the way music impacts us at an emotional level. The links between melody and the mid indicates that listening to and playing music actually can alter how our brains, and our bodies, function. Yet in another way, music have the energy to heal the emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for example; sometimes we do feel better after listening to the music which suits our moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe its important for a pianist to have a relax mind without thinking of anything especially when it involved with emotions. Even the songs i played, the rhythm &amp;amp; tunes has blend into the mood i had which is 'dull &amp;amp; dead'...&lt;br /&gt;i will give myself a couple of days for recovery...and get myself back to track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Don't ever give up on something or someone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6658112975078584833?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6658112975078584833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6658112975078584833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6658112975078584833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6658112975078584833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakdown.html' title='breakdown'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-8579693637531960190</id><published>2009-06-13T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:20:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Evoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to meet my fren, out of sudden trapped in a horrendous traffic jam..the drivers are honking constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hhhoooonkkkk!!&lt;/span&gt; honk! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honk!&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;em&gt; (it's annoying somehow)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why Is Everybody Honking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the instinct of someone tonight...n yeap ! bingo ! once i look at the right, I 'm surprise to bump into HIM with his white coupe i used to ride...&lt;/span&gt;it triggers my memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*an exclusive memory which belongs to no one else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe,  every time we think, write, or talk about an experience, we make even more memories.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, i told myself to move on, never dwell in the past...even if i bump into HIM... he is no one else but a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-8579693637531960190?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8579693637531960190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=8579693637531960190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/8579693637531960190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/8579693637531960190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-evoke.html' title='Memories Evoke'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-9005959165231750392</id><published>2009-06-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:45:49.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday is history</title><content type='html'>Found something that I wrote this when i was 18,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Moment in Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness of the night&lt;br /&gt;Where there is a place to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;And your face is the only star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;That I see&lt;br /&gt;It’s so enchanting,&lt;br /&gt;When I would only dream we were together,&lt;br /&gt;Holding each other warmly,&lt;br /&gt;That I feel&lt;br /&gt;But the reality makes my heart cry,&lt;br /&gt;To see you coldly turn your back on me,&lt;br /&gt;You’re stabbing a knife into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That’s hurting me&lt;br /&gt;My heart shattered into pieces of broken glass,&lt;br /&gt;Blood flow ………&lt;br /&gt;into the abyss of despair&lt;br /&gt;As dawn approach,&lt;br /&gt;The star bade me farewell,&lt;br /&gt;I know that for one brief moment,&lt;br /&gt;I had loved…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* lol…I can’t believe i wrote this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i believe as time passes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will never thought of past memories subconsciously…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad memories…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all have them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, as time passes;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow…mercifully,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They wither and are gone, as grass is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present!&lt;br /&gt;This is special…live and savor every moment…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-9005959165231750392?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/9005959165231750392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=9005959165231750392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/9005959165231750392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/9005959165231750392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-is-history.html' title='Yesterday is history'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6047892432131040970</id><published>2009-05-31T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:13:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks with the rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While playing the piano, i manage to communicate the feeling and emotion in it. I try not to see the notes on a page or the chord progressions, and inorder i  want the music to touch someone who heard it. I’m training myself to this level without any distraction.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, this is a goal for me to accomplish  inorder to proceed to Diploma in music.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, I do not want the history to repeat again, as i give up in my piano lesson when i was young..  I’m almost there 4 years back,but i believe this time i will make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6047892432131040970?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6047892432131040970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6047892432131040970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6047892432131040970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6047892432131040970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/05/sparks-with-rhythm.html' title='Sparks with the rhythm'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-5952439421996721806</id><published>2009-05-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:12:52.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The piano and I</title><content type='html'>Recently, i started to play the piano again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a miracle ….&lt;br /&gt;When I play piano, I attempt to release the feelings where I’m locked into the moment and the notes are emanating from that feeling without any conscious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised…&lt;br /&gt;That’s what piano playing is.&lt;br /&gt;The music that comes out reflects the essence of each person.Its one of the vehicle for self-realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano playing is about being myself, enjoying what i’m doing…&lt;br /&gt;Its all about blending myself together with the flow…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-5952439421996721806?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5952439421996721806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=5952439421996721806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5952439421996721806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5952439421996721806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-piano.html' title='The piano and I'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-3676209198746350372</id><published>2009-05-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:16:19.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In life...</title><content type='html'>Here, i would like to thanks to all my frens who be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything… There is so much more to say…and i cherish every moments..&lt;br /&gt;Millions of thanks..xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good friends are like stars. you don't always see them, but you know they are always there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Kenneth&lt;/em&gt; who help me out in &lt;a href="http://www.mabeldanielle.com/"&gt;http://www.mabeldanielle.com/&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness will be remembered..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-3676209198746350372?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3676209198746350372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=3676209198746350372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/3676209198746350372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/3676209198746350372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-life.html' title='In life...'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-509186511893403052</id><published>2009-05-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:46:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>陳小春 "獨家記憶"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4i7UfFSr8k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4i7UfFSr8k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-509186511893403052?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/509186511893403052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=509186511893403052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/509186511893403052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/509186511893403052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6775413522304353531</id><published>2009-05-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:36:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New life in Desigva Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SgWrbNraSdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ya-qYQElVKo/s1600-h/desigva_small_logo-300x92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857817706777042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SgWrbNraSdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ya-qYQElVKo/s320/desigva_small_logo-300x92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its great to be in interior design... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty &amp;amp; art of making a room come alive, will be the happiest moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its a part of satisfaction in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A room is simply an enclosure of time and space, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;design is the flair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and decorating is the final enhancement" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aesthetic ideals is a work of design &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that has captured perfection &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and beauty making a room come alive."&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/1169599301454471336-6775413522304353531?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6775413522304353531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6775413522304353531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6775413522304353531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6775413522304353531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-life-in-desigva-design.html' title='New life in Desigva Design'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SgWrbNraSdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ya-qYQElVKo/s72-c/desigva_small_logo-300x92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6212005303651846089</id><published>2009-04-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:57:21.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go takes loves</title><content type='html'>To let go does not mean to stop caring,&lt;br /&gt;it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off,&lt;br /&gt;it's the realization I can't control another.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;br /&gt;but allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means&lt;br /&gt;the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to try to change or blame another,&lt;br /&gt;it's to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to care for,&lt;br /&gt;but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to fix,&lt;br /&gt;but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to judge,&lt;br /&gt;but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;br /&gt;but to allow others to affect their destinies.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to be protective,&lt;br /&gt;it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to deny,&lt;br /&gt;but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,&lt;br /&gt;but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;br /&gt;but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,&lt;br /&gt;but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;br /&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more&lt;br /&gt;Remember: The time to love is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6212005303651846089?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6212005303651846089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6212005303651846089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6212005303651846089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6212005303651846089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go-takes-love.html' title='Letting go takes loves'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-6290447374171457924</id><published>2009-04-25T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:35:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Kaleidoscope of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mr X,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize is that we can never change another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is a choice, If you are unhappy and starts verbalizing how unhappy you are, I have to tell you that I'm sorry you has chosen to keep things in the past hurting the present but that I'm through with letting the past which get me down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm happy and moving forward and that if you wants to stay miserable that is your choice but I'm not buying it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have done my best in this relationships, If you wants to talk and work things out, I'm open to working things out but that if you starts bringing up the past and holding grudges again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry to said you has the traits to hold grudges and hang on to the past which brings no where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no point to keep holding on to the past..If you love me, we shall move on without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bringing up about the past...whos is right or whos is wrong etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Miss M D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-6290447374171457924?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6290447374171457924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=6290447374171457924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6290447374171457924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/6290447374171457924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/kaleidoscope-of-life-dear-mr-x-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-7330806882199780328</id><published>2009-04-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:54:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Kaleidoscope of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You can shed tears that he is gone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can smile because he has lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can be full of the love you shared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can remember him only that he is gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or you can do what he'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Harkins quotes (British Poet and Painter b.1958)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yes I love him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him more than anything else in this world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it's not for the best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So no matter how much my heart is going to break, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll come back, but if not, I can make it through this.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-7330806882199780328?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7330806882199780328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=7330806882199780328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7330806882199780328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/7330806882199780328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/kaleidoscope-of-life-you-can-shed-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-5136648811673088567</id><published>2009-04-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:45:00.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Kaleidoscope of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;letting&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there's many things that we have to learn to let go. We have to let go of situations, things, memories, people and even ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to form an attachment to people and things. When you've formed an attachment to people and things, it can be a very painful experience and feeling when you realized that it's time to let go. Even the mere thought of not having that person or thing in your life just squeezes your heart in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are times where you or that person has changed to the extent that it's necessary to let go of the relationship or friendship, so that each of you can fulfill your life path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go of your past and memories are also extremely hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though old memories can be tormenting, yet you might hold on to the past and refuse to move forward. However, by refusing to let go of the painful past, it'll serve as a roadblock to love.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of your old self and the process of letting the new you emerge can be one of the scariest experiences in your life. But by leaving behind your old self and taking a leap of faith into the unknown, it might just reveal what you are truly capable of becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'm going through it now....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything happens for a reason. What's sad is that we have to suffer for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But know that the pain will end soon and it was for the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving someone is setting them free, letting them go.-- Kate Winslet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.-- Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-5136648811673088567?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5136648811673088567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=5136648811673088567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5136648811673088567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/5136648811673088567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-521828501858018575</id><published>2009-04-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:31:25.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Boy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SfK5nrpctWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CVHroAOdOKE/s1600-h/P1070514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328525400515327330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SfK5nrpctWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CVHroAOdOKE/s400/P1070514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed...it has been a while we didnt speak to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise no matter how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need to move on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all, i consider him as &lt;em&gt;'My Sassy Boyfriend'.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The memories we used to had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will stay in my heart....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i do miss u, i just taught we were meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess now we were never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing i want now is you to be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether to be with me or without me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want you to be happy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-521828501858018575?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/521828501858018575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=521828501858018575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/521828501858018575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/521828501858018575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sassy-boy.html' title='My Sassy Boy.....'/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMiLOHSUEDE/SfK5nrpctWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CVHroAOdOKE/s72-c/P1070514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169599301454471336.post-1419402553736125470</id><published>2009-04-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:56:58.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kaleidoscope of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my fav quote"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all fear of an end"~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is the condition in which the happiness of another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;person is essential to your own" ~Robert Heinlein. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169599301454471336-1419402553736125470?l=mabel-danielle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1419402553736125470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169599301454471336&amp;postID=1419402553736125470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/1419402553736125470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169599301454471336/posts/default/1419402553736125470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabel-danielle.blogspot.com/2009/04/kaleidoscope-of-life-my-fav-quote-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amourous Marvelous, Mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024652308598240638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08894573568842403302'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>