<?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-6750655224316966194</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:02:07.241-08:00</updated><category term='My To Do Today'/><category term='My Biatchery'/><category term='The Heart'/><category term='Snorts'/><title type='text'>£mp®€šsJå¥'s Kingdom Of Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-3069479704768621547</id><published>2010-04-26T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:14:54.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart'/><title type='text'>The One Watching Over You</title><content type='html'>I am really such an idiot....you are the only one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who have eyes for  someone else &lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Your day probably  will not include me&lt;br /&gt;Not even your memories&lt;br /&gt;It's only me, the one watching you&lt;br /&gt;Watching the shape of your back is a kind of happiness to me&lt;br /&gt;Even though to the very end, you do not understand my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I really want to see you, at times when i can’t bear it&lt;br /&gt;I am alone, crying for you&lt;br /&gt;I am alone, missing for you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I experienced many first times ...&lt;br /&gt;Even if its just wishing and wishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-3069479704768621547?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3069479704768621547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=3069479704768621547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/3069479704768621547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/3069479704768621547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-watching-over-you.html' title='The One Watching Over You'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-2365947626723304885</id><published>2010-04-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:21:25.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My To Do Today'/><title type='text'>ASS*ignment or Ass*ingment</title><content type='html'>Argh..............am supposed to hump my 2 cents worth on the blardee Micros*ft Word..... guess I accidentally ALT+Tab ...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;Hmph..... I love what I am doing but I loathe doing it...... how do i effing justify that..... I should prolly just enlist that as another undiscovered mystery.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really..... one edeot with zero intellect and eye sight problems... commented I looked 3 years older because I haven't been smiling ... I had the blardee urge to order some bullets .... and be kreatif with that .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh ...... my last gabba gabba was may 2009 ... here I am rawking 2010 .....&lt;br /&gt;time flies they said ..... I eyed my clock... they ticked and tocked ....the minute and hour hand didn't grow wings ........... proven fact!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self...... must call Earth Hour Australia .................zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;be kind to dumb animals .....&lt;br /&gt;ignore &amp;^%&amp;^%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;ignore &lt;br /&gt;and ignore (ignorance is bliss and the daughter of admiration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at a point blank what to write... not inspired.... haven't got any magical beings pattering around me to plant any sugary thoughts on me demented mind ....&lt;br /&gt;also, running out of excuse to stay away from me assignment..... ah feck feck......&lt;br /&gt;I is lazy, stupid and restless now .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-2365947626723304885?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2365947626723304885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=2365947626723304885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2365947626723304885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2365947626723304885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2010/04/assignment-or-assingment.html' title='ASS*ignment or Ass*ingment'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-5818689029862982987</id><published>2009-05-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:35:51.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Biatchery'/><title type='text'>30/05/09 Wintery Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.... Ventured into this accidently and I lubba lubba it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over watery eyes and the shadows of twilight grows .......... by Henry Wdsworth Longfellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me rendezvous about the things that once I liked traditionally &lt;br /&gt;the old age bit hit a nerve .... reminds me the old fashion way of how simple things used to be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you fall in love .. you fall just in love without having to go through the rollercoaster rides of emotions, doubts, uncertainties and the cognitive dissonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begun to think that as we grow, we lost touch with our inner feelings... I forgot how emotions actually swept me away into hopes, dreams and faith ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age is polluting me, I guess ...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to recall my first time of everything ....&lt;br /&gt;my first bicycle ride .. first rolercoaster ride ....my first job ... my first day at school, college, universities ....&lt;br /&gt;my first date .. my first kiss...my first crush, my first BF ...The images were pretty hazy .... and so were the feelings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first breakup didn't seem as earth shattering as it was... nor does the breakups that came in line after the first ... but the recent one is engraved deeper than the rest .. and I wonder why ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/05/09 Freedom @ A Famosa&lt;br /&gt;Argh .... I ranted for weeks about wanting to be there ... beoz of many reasons like ... Fery Costen was spinning ..... Most of my biatches and botches will grace the dance floor and dive into the alcohol pool .... Yet, the lastest update comforted me .... LOLx... the event was a super suckiez ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 best biatches got lost .... they were supposed to take the exit out at Simpang Ampat / Tampin ... they ended up at Ayer Keroh ....Not surprised at all ..... I'll be surprised if they'd turn out right ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hookayz.... Enough of Commercial Break...&lt;br /&gt;I need to zippo back to my last Assignment... Wootz ... Individual report on my group assignment...... need to write bullocks on group dynamics, strategic communications, conflict management and yada yada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-5818689029862982987?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5818689029862982987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=5818689029862982987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5818689029862982987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5818689029862982987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2009/05/300509-wintery-thoughts.html' title='30/05/09 Wintery Thoughts'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-1264470560038147515</id><published>2009-05-21T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:49:59.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My To Do Today'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Finnaly a break from assignments and presentations .... Woot woot&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got 2 tops from Ax.....lurve it&lt;br /&gt;4 bookies - Jackie Collins&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood husbands&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood wives&lt;br /&gt;The STud&lt;br /&gt;The Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedicure .....&lt;br /&gt;A wax ... eyeborw....&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenated .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-1264470560038147515?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1264470560038147515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=1264470560038147515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1264470560038147515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1264470560038147515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-1075558478127813265</id><published>2009-05-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:47:21.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My To Do Today'/><title type='text'>Note To Self ......</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Dear Keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;Time to try and be creative again....&lt;br /&gt;New resolution... at least one of the millions..... &lt;br /&gt;Blog..... write jayberrish stuff and pollute the world... &lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished for today.... at least ... LOLx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-1075558478127813265?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1075558478127813265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=1075558478127813265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1075558478127813265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1075558478127813265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self ......'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-6709747367052614667</id><published>2007-11-25T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:21.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>£mp®€šsJå¥'s Tarot Card</title><content type='html'>So, Let's see how accurate the reading is! I'm happy I got the EMPRESS Card...YaYyyAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~My Power Cards~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cards represent strengths and abilities I was given at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wheel of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ow0Hv8d_I/AAAAAAAAARI/3DavNC1COMY/s1600-h/Wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ow0Hv8d_I/AAAAAAAAARI/3DavNC1COMY/s200/Wheel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971996960946162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wheel of Fortune deals with the unpredictable situations in life. Your path in life takes many detours, often directed by forces and events beyond your control. This card represents change in your life, so be ready for unexpected challenges to come your way. This card usually denotes that good luck is coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The World or The Fool are among your personal cards, the influence of The Wheel of Fortune may be increased. Having The Hierophant or The Emperor in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Wheel of Fortune.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Magus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ow_3v8eAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Y3mdQfDQGBU/s1600-h/Magus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ow_3v8eAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Y3mdQfDQGBU/s200/Magus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972198824409090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magus is the master of his own destiny and unafraid to act as he chooses. By setting specific and attainable goals, the Magician utilizes his great knowledge and wisdom to succeed where others have failed. He is the master of his own destiny. Although, with such power comes great responsibility. The Magician must decide whether to act morally, or forsake ethics for personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Chariot is among your personal cards, the influence of The Magus may be increased. Having The Empress or Hanged Man in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Magus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~My Desire Cards~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cards focus on my ambitions and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Chariot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxIHv8eBI/AAAAAAAAARY/rYugRmIYqdo/s1600-h/Chariot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxIHv8eBI/AAAAAAAAARY/rYugRmIYqdo/s200/Chariot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972340558329874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chariot is the representation of victory and a reminder that, through dedication and perseverance, great obstacles can be overcome. This card indicates that you are in control of your destiny and that your will is strong. Your refusal to surrender is your great attribute at this time. You will soon find yourself in a difficult situation that requires you to be in complete control of your actions and confident in your abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Magus is among your personal cards, the influence of The Chariot may be increased. Having The Hanged Man or The Tower in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Chariot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Empress&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; I LIKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxRXv8eCI/AAAAAAAAARg/YVwjPVZkxQw/s1600-h/Empress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxRXv8eCI/AAAAAAAAARg/YVwjPVZkxQw/s200/Empress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972499472119842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is in tune with Nature and symbolizes the ability to connect with the planet. Nurturing and caring, she is often thought to represent birth itself. Not necessarily the birth of a child, but perhaps the birth of a new project or business venture. Although she appreciates the simple things in life, she is not afraid to let loose and enjoy abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Lover or The Star are among your personal cards, the influence of The Empress may be increased. Having the Emperor or Death in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Empress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~My Lucky Cards~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cards represent factors that favor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxZ3v8eDI/AAAAAAAAARo/5zWZylb-SRI/s1600-h/Justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxZ3v8eDI/AAAAAAAAARo/5zWZylb-SRI/s200/Justice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972645501007922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice represents the balance in life between right and wrong. It is a reminder that you are accountable for your actions and you must be prepared to accept the consequences of any misdeeds. You have been given the strength to fight injustice in everyday life, so bring balance back into the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Emperor is among your personal cards, the influence of Justice may be increased. Having The Devil in your personal cards may diminish the influence of Justice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The High Priestess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxinv8eEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gqOk-rG3emg/s1600-h/Priestess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxinv8eEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gqOk-rG3emg/s200/Priestess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972795824863298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Priestess is the mysterious one and counterpart to the Magician. She symbolizes all that we are unable to perceive or comprehend, as she travels in dimensions that we can only imagine exist. She is able to uncover the infinite potential that exists within all humans. Her patience is perhaps her greatest virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Hermit or Hanged Man are among your personal cards, the influence of The High Priestess may be increased. Having the Magus in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The High Priestess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My Growth Cards~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cards represent the major influences on me in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hierophant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxqXv8eFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bYWPv46YRHs/s1600-h/hieropan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxqXv8eFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bYWPv46YRHs/s200/hieropan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972928968849490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hierophant is the protector of culture and traditions. Conventional by nature, he is a staunch defender of the beliefs a group embraces. He represents a spiritual guide and teacher and is someone to go to for guidance and advice. Never one to question authority, he thrives on structure and values and lives a life of conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Emperor is among your personal cards, the influence of The Hierophant may be increased. Having The Fool or The Lovers in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Hierophant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Magus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxxHv8eGI/AAAAAAAAASA/AgHkZGKrt54/s1600-h/Magus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0oxxHv8eGI/AAAAAAAAASA/AgHkZGKrt54/s200/Magus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136973044932966498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magus is the master of his own destiny and unafraid to act as he chooses. By setting specific and attainable goals, the Magician utilizes his great knowledge and wisdom to succeed where others have failed. He is the master of his own destiny. Although, with such power comes great responsibility. The Magician must decide whether to act morally, or forsake ethics for personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Chariot is among your personal cards, the influence of The Magus may be increased. Having The Empress or Hanged Man in your personal cards may diminish the influence of The Magus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My Core Cards~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cards represent my most basic traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ox4Hv8eHI/AAAAAAAAASI/7YjfvbQZOD8/s1600-h/the+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ox4Hv8eHI/AAAAAAAAASI/7YjfvbQZOD8/s200/the+star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136973165192050802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star represents hope and optimism and the arrival of unexpected help. Now is the time to strive for goals that at one time seemed unattainable. Nothing is out of your reach now, so do not hold back. While the Star does not predict any immediate change, it does represent the limitless possibilities that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Fool or Empress are among your personal cards, the influence of The Star may be increased. Having The Moon or The Tower in your personal cards may diminish its influence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0owlnv8d-I/AAAAAAAAARA/uMJQ66keYGY/s1600-h/strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0owlnv8d-I/AAAAAAAAARA/uMJQ66keYGY/s200/strength.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136971747852842978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength is a card of courage, determination and inner might. You are in a position to deal with whatever comes your way. You have reached a position of influence and no longer need to force your beliefs upon others. You are aware of the temptations that exist, but your ability to resist them is strong. Be careful not to take advantage of your power or risk becoming abusive and destructive. Listen to your inner voice and trust your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Hanged Man is among your personal cards, the influence of Strength may be increased. Having The Chariot in your personal cards may diminish the influence of Strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-6709747367052614667?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6709747367052614667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=6709747367052614667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/6709747367052614667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/6709747367052614667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/11/mpsjs-tarot-card.html' title='£mp®€šsJå¥&apos;s Tarot Card'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ow0Hv8d_I/AAAAAAAAARI/3DavNC1COMY/s72-c/Wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-7605325828565416467</id><published>2007-11-22T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:55:09.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Episode Of Bathurst - To Be Continued</title><content type='html'>Me, I &amp; Myself In Bathurst - 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: Enjoy the song as you run through this blog entry...this is what I am feeling now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roller coaster of life ~ ups, downs and loop - a - loops that I have been through, brought tears to my eyes. The things that I have lost along the way and things I have gained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with many great things in life, it's like there's a guardian angel watching over me(Grandpapa, is that You? I miss you so badly.I still can't believe you are no longer with me. Grandpapa...my grandpapa) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZDonv8d8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cy1Ah_lVO9o/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZDonv8d8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cy1Ah_lVO9o/s400/collage9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135866790206535618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who loves me; thanks for having faith and trust in me, for being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, giving me the courage &amp; soul booster for tomorrow and thanks for being in my life, without anyone of you; the picture of my life is black &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZEeXv8d9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_fmjBgwh4t8/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZEeXv8d9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_fmjBgwh4t8/s400/collage8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135867713624504274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drove me to Bathurst....the push from everything I have...( enter password ******* to proceed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey as of February 2007;saying goodbyes are never easy. AT KLIA, my family &amp; Dylan.. turned my back and drag my lead feet through the immigration, I held back my tears, brought out my Jayism...(NO TURNING BACK)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11 hrs later, touched down in the fields of sheep (oppps ... that's the airport) Bathurst Regional Airport on the 9th February 2007! Popped my eyes at how quaint Bathurst is. Checked in, forage about and house hunting began..&lt;br /&gt;Moved in on the 16th February, into the cute lil place where me and Winnie called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YzkXv8d0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pGpqO-J1YBo/s1600-h/collage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YzkXv8d0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pGpqO-J1YBo/s400/collage17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135849125006047042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year came, I missed home.. I asked myself "WTF, am I doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is clear isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started on 19th February, Orientations and we met with the rest of the IACT colony; Carin, Lili, Gabe &amp; Tommy... the rest came later..Hanky Ho, Gavin &amp; Sue Ann ..The Mini Asean Community in Bathurst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y5Fnv8d1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rkE6c8rymjA/s1600-h/collage18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y5Fnv8d1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rkE6c8rymjA/s400/collage18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135855193794836306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticks &amp; tocks...the assignments &amp; presentations spree... drove the best &amp; worst out of us; hopes, confidences, disappointments, discouragements  - there were tears, laughters, stress, satisfactions and ya da ya da ya da (Look at what we have achieved and learn..so much so farking much) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SONY, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y7j3v8d2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/nneXVOdqUmw/s1600-h/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y7j3v8d2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/nneXVOdqUmw/s400/collage19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135857912509134690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Velocity Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y86nv8d3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/dIibvXOfDhc/s1600-h/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y86nv8d3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/dIibvXOfDhc/s400/collage20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135859402862786418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Aden's Fun Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y-Anv8d4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gM1FMFmrjHk/s1600-h/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0Y-Anv8d4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gM1FMFmrjHk/s400/collage21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135860605453629314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Media Qube &amp; The Bathurst Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZAEnv8d5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/N98HYfox34U/s1600-h/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZAEnv8d5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/N98HYfox34U/s400/collage23.jpg" border="0" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135864720032298914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Alrighty.... Writer's block... out of words... not in the state of mind to write&lt;br /&gt;Shall re-edit and resume it ~ the Jay style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile entertain yourself with the last session of CAMWHORE &lt;br /&gt;Proudly brought to you by EmpressJay &amp; BabyWinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YvhXv8dzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8RIAHDW2Jig/s1600-h/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YvhXv8dzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8RIAHDW2Jig/s400/collage15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135844675419928370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YvUXv8dyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dYzW0oaEueU/s1600-h/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0YvUXv8dyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dYzW0oaEueU/s400/collage13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135844452081628962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZDFnv8d7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/z0LiePpG5RY/s1600-h/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZDFnv8d7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/z0LiePpG5RY/s400/collage16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135866188911114162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-7605325828565416467?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7605325828565416467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=7605325828565416467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/7605325828565416467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/7605325828565416467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-episode-of-bathurst-to-be.html' title='The Last Episode Of Bathurst - To Be Continued'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/R0ZDonv8d8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cy1Ah_lVO9o/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-2468114514535957395</id><published>2007-11-07T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T02:28:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 Words That I Don't Want To Hear/Say In One Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. sexual passion or desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would        you like to see a movie, love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. sexual intercourse; copulation.&lt;br /&gt;8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.&lt;br /&gt;11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.&lt;br /&gt;12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.&lt;br /&gt;13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.&lt;br /&gt;18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;20. to have sexual intercourse with.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. to have love or affection for another person; be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Verb phrase&lt;br /&gt;22. love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets.&lt;br /&gt;—Idioms&lt;br /&gt;23. for love,&lt;br /&gt;a. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;b. without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.&lt;br /&gt;24. for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.&lt;br /&gt;25. in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.&lt;br /&gt;26. in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.&lt;br /&gt;27. make love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a. to embrace and kiss as lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. to engage in sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;28. no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;[Origin: bef. 900; (n.) ME; OE lufu, c. OFris luve, OHG luba, Goth lubō; (v.) ME lov(i)en, OE lufian; c. OFris luvia, OHG lubōn to love, L lubére (later libére) to be pleasing; akin to lief]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Synonyms 1. tenderness, fondness, predilection, warmth, passion, adoration. 1, 2. Love, affection, devotion all mean a deep and enduring emotional regard, usually for another person. Love may apply to various kinds of regard: the charity of the Creator, reverent adoration toward God or toward a person, the relation of parent and child, the regard of friends for each other, romantic feelings for another person, etc. Affection is a fondness for others that is enduring and tender, but calm. Devotion is an intense love and steadfast, enduring loyalty to a person; it may also imply consecration to a cause. 2. liking, inclination, regard, friendliness. 15. like. 16. adore, adulate, worship.&lt;br /&gt;—Antonyms 1, 2. hatred, dislike. 15, 16. detest, hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sorry  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.: to be sorry to leave one's friends; to be sorry for a remark; to be sorry for someone in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2. regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate; tragic: a sorry situation; to come to a sorry end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. sorrowful, grieved, or sad: Was she sorry when her brother died?&lt;br /&gt;4. associated with sorrow; suggestive of grief or suffering; melancholy; dismal.&lt;br /&gt;5. wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful: a sorry horse.&lt;br /&gt;6. (used interjectionally as a conventional apology or expression of regret): Sorry, you're misinformed. Did I bump you? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE sārig; c. LG sérig, OHG sérag. See sore, -y1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Related forms&lt;br /&gt;sor·ri·ly, adverb&lt;br /&gt;sor·ri·ness, noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Synonyms 1. regretful, sympathetic, pitying. 3. unhappy, depressed, sorrowing. 4. grievous, mournful, painful. 5. abject, contemptible, paltry, worthless, shabby. See wretched.&lt;br /&gt;—Antonyms 1. happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-2468114514535957395?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2468114514535957395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=2468114514535957395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2468114514535957395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2468114514535957395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-words-that-i-dont-want-to-hear-in-one.html' title='The 2 Words That I Don&apos;t Want To Hear/Say In One Sentence'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-5651554423513182039</id><published>2007-09-28T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:36:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!!</title><content type='html'>(tagged by Fooie Looie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things In Our Bag:&lt;br /&gt;C4&lt;br /&gt;Mouse Trap&lt;br /&gt;M-16&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod&lt;br /&gt;Book - Jackie Collins ~ Lovers &amp; Players &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things In Our Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;Student Id&lt;br /&gt;Credits Cards&lt;br /&gt;ATM Cards&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;Receipts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Thing We Like Most In Our Room:&lt;br /&gt;My Blankie&lt;br /&gt;My Stuffed Toys&lt;br /&gt;My Laptop / PC&lt;br /&gt;My Pillows&lt;br /&gt;My Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things We’d Like To Try:&lt;br /&gt;Drive A Lamborgini Reventón&lt;br /&gt;To Rob Sw*ss Bank&lt;br /&gt;Bungy Jump From Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;Snow Boarding In Egypt&lt;br /&gt;To Marry Daniel Henley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things We’re Doing Now:&lt;br /&gt;Listening To Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;br /&gt;Betting&lt;br /&gt;Drinking &lt;br /&gt;Smoking&lt;br /&gt;Numbing The Pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-5651554423513182039?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5651554423513182039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=5651554423513182039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5651554423513182039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5651554423513182039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!!'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-508446035852368430</id><published>2007-09-20T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:24.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakfree From Bathurst - Getaway</title><content type='html'>Alrighty -  We eloped from the Suburb of Suburbs Suburbs , hitting off to Melb, Brisbane &amp; Gold Coast. It was helluva of fun! Well, too much to share, too lazy to type. Momentoes of our stampede in the land of kangaroos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we departed from Bathurst, it's was screwish... long hours of travelling was enough to put us off in despondency state. Somehow, we were f*cking determined to drag our ass to Melb. Touched down in an isolated airport named Avalon, I could barely hold myslef from kissing the ground! I was at the verge of committing murders on the plane..they should install mute buttons on kids while they are on a plane!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with JJ and Shoan at King Cross...(opps allow me to correct that "SOUTHERN CROSS"). What an eye sore sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunked in at JJ's place, it was a night of bullcock talking and bitching! What was missing from the scenes were, the plastic tables and chairs from SS2 Mamak, not to forget the drinks! I miss my Teh o' Ais Limau and Teh Bing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, we wallowed our way to Queen Victoria Market, Oz's Petaling Street except there no pirated stuff there. Loads of "I love Oz" T- shirts, stuffed koalas, kangaroos and wombats keychains!Shoan left me and Winnie in the jeopardy of JJ's care! Later, we attacked the Crown Casino.. I made my contribution to them, walked out feeling worse than ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, I was devastated... I couldn't get to buy anything( except for the bag). I felt worse than breakup, there were no right size for me .. blah blah blah.. Sux! JJ spent the day with us, bearing with my non-stop nonsense and decided to poison us with his cooking! (surprisingly we survived... and he is not a bad cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1: Stupid JJ, asked me to peel off the bloody onion. I had my hands held up, ready for the catch.. WHAAAMMM! I got a head shot!" Tiu Lia Ma Cao Hai" &lt;br /&gt;Moral Of The Story : I am a Bad Catch! Cursings always ease the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, an attack of the shopaholics at Chappel St. I was in a frenzy streak, I felt damn guilty of ignoring my credit card for the past few days.. so I forced myself to buy stuff.. it felt like .. Heaven! So little time, so much to buy and try&lt;br /&gt;Results: 1 pair of Adidas sneakers, 1 Nike Sweater &amp; Bag, 1 Adidas Jacket, 1 Playboy Jacket, 1 Adidas Cap, A bunch of Accesories ... (I lost track of the rest). &lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks To ~&lt;br /&gt;JJ: You have won yourself The Best Host Of Melb Award 2007 &amp; Worst Shot Award! &lt;br /&gt;Shoan: You are such a bundle of joy(PUIK) to be with! Kick ass Dude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As We Were Leaving The Crown Casino &lt;strong&gt;_|_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNLptbgJaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IdceM4FOePU/s1600-h/J+%26+JJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNLptbgJaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IdceM4FOePU/s400/J+%26+JJ.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112513181937313186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:Bimbos... Pls.. Double Click To Enlarge The Pixs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvM66dbgJXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wH38f23htMw/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvM66dbgJXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wH38f23htMw/s400/collage11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112494778002449778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brisbane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane it is! What is it with kids in the plane? Pls remind me to bring cellotape along for my next flight! 4 kids vs 1 Jay = Plane Crash! Nah,, that didn't occur! Tommy picked up the damsels in distress from the airport and we polluted his place. What did he ever do to deserve the companions of 2 beauties! Well, guess what.. For first time in my life, I went for a spring dip! I dived into the pool with style(clap clap), the very second the bloody water touched my face, i pulled handbrake and practically dived out like a bullet! The water was f*cking COLD! &lt;br /&gt;Lesson well taught: Winnie &amp; i, both caught fever that night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waded our ways into the streets of Brisbane, hunting down places to leave my trademarks..inspiring signs that we saw everywhere ~ CLOSE! Headed for dinner, I can tell you that it was the 1st meal I ever had that brought tears to my eyes! Looks can be deceiving!Mark that in your mind ~ especially when it comes to food! Mine was a seafood combo, it was so bloody salty that my ancestors would have pitied me having to down such food, and winnie's was a grill chix..so grilled that her ancestors laughed their ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how i turned out to be a M. A .C fan... somehow I have the receipt to prove it! My poor dad...can kiss his $$$ goodbye by the end of this month...Dad.. Note that: You love me very much... no matter what happens I am your youngest daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ. Joined Tommy &amp; his Friends for the day out at the park... What a day... I had a burger. I conquered half of it. It was the size of a cow's testicles. yeah... Hail o' Hail Empress! Guess WHAT? I got another head shot AGAIN..from the Cook Of The Day.. Phil..(I think).. Aimed a bloody beer bottlecap at me.."Tiu Lia Ma Cao Hai!" Well, I doubt he got what I said.. He's from California..That explains the cow testicle size burgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, as the taste of alcohol touched my tongue, sent that bloody burning &amp; heart thumping sensations into my body.. I am &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt;.. drink, drank, drunk.&amp; puked on the carpet.( Yup... I know I promised to cut down my drinking probs... hell..I was just bloody tempted!) Damn bloody embarassing. I need to dig a hole... A BIG very Big Hole!!Thousand of apologies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: What's The Name Of Your Uni ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNEcNbgJYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DWdd2OjxC84/s1600-h/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNEcNbgJYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DWdd2OjxC84/s400/collage12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505253427684738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to Tommy: You've been awarded with The Host Of Brisbane 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was still contamined with alcohol, we swamped our way to Gold Coast. Took into Olympus Service Apartments, I fell in love with the lounge couch! It was stamped mine for the night! The seaview was beyond words! Chucked our stuff and stampeded over to the sea world. I was robbed at beak point, we were having lunch and 2 bloody brainless and gutsy seagulls swooped 2 of my french fries! (I am actually an animal lover - I think so.. but these days me &amp; birds dun click, I just wanna BBQ them). &lt;strong&gt;Seaworld?... A Lot Of Fish lo...&lt;/strong&gt;We had a so so dinner that night, sharksfin soup, roast duck and fish. The bill? Ha HA You don't wanna know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Movie World we are at... talk about lost of words... well.. Check out the pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNE-tbgJZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6L2wE0XPpKI/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNE-tbgJZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6L2wE0XPpKI/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112505846133171602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, it pours! We missed our flight back to Sydney...so we had to transfer and take up a later flight. What a day.. the ticketing queue was like Great Wall of China.. Have a farking wild guess how many people missed their flight? I was pushed to the verge of taking a 14 hours bus ride back... Nah.why torture myself? Took the flight, and came up with another crazy notion ~ rented a car and drove back to Bathurst!  Very much alive as you can see.... still typing away here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks To Winnie ~ You have been awarded The Best Companion Ever Lifetime Achievements, For being there and being just YOU!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Final word: There were moments that I wish that time would stay still and not tick away, places I don't want to leave. Right now, I am just holding on to the memories, that will be held in a special place in my heart. I left something precious out there, it takes one to return it back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta La vista..&lt;br /&gt;For The Stupid Captions of the Pixs.. It's in My Friendster....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-508446035852368430?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/508446035852368430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=508446035852368430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/508446035852368430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/508446035852368430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/09/breakfree-from-bathurst-getaway.html' title='The Breakfree From Bathurst - Getaway'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RvNLptbgJaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IdceM4FOePU/s72-c/J+%26+JJ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-8489744183839840693</id><published>2007-09-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:00:57.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snorts'/><title type='text'>Unsung Heart Tunes</title><content type='html'>Someone once told me, that I am too vulnerable and emotional to make it in this world, but hey ... You're Damn Righto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listen to my heart, my philosophies and the way my celeberum works never change, it's just the surrounding and situations that changed... I guess my ways of living no longer adapt to it's environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh, but these days.. I can only smile... I stopped questioning of what took place and instead.. prompts my flat butt in the corner and ignore the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I miss? I miss my humor ... i felt it departing from my 5 foot tall body... If this is growing up, please stop my body clock .... I am recalling the days, when the world wasn't this complicated .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow used to be a beautiful place... now i dread for tomorrow to come.. everyday the fear in me grows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-8489744183839840693?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8489744183839840693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=8489744183839840693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8489744183839840693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8489744183839840693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/09/unsung-heart-tunes.html' title='Unsung Heart Tunes'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-6162287196970946719</id><published>2007-08-25T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:50:35.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snorts'/><title type='text'>What's Real &amp; What's Not</title><content type='html'>Hey There,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life ironic? I often ask myself this. How in blinks of the eyes, the images that stood before you, can flash away just in the matter of mili - seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a blessings for me, look where I am, a BRAT,a Bitch,a Chameleon, Tempremental Fool, 50% Independent Prick, Bossy &amp; Ego - maniac...the list goes on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You know,there are memories that I wish that I could just delete them away, yet they stood stubbornly at the corner of my Pentium 2 Processor. Occupying and contaminating my operating system. I wouldn't say they made me who I am today, but they've changed how I look upon life, reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of those memories had turned me into a cold heartless bitch, I have learnt to step away from land mines, I still remember the agony and pain that almost killed me.I shed tears of blood and parts of me are still bleeding, the scars are embroided all over me. I used to ponder, if it was all my own doing. Many told me," SHIT Happens.. It's not your fault, you didn't do anything" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am freaking lucky... To have so many of you who truly loves me with all your heart. In your eyes, I am always Jay, just Jay.I just couldn't ask for more because I have the best from you guys..I love that fact that you all know me so well, how you see right through my soul. I lost count of the times you all tried to protect me from being hurt, how you stood up for me, fighting for me, pushing away boulders obstracting my way, but yet I am always capable of find ways to hurt myself... I think I have the tendency to attract mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-6162287196970946719?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6162287196970946719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=6162287196970946719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/6162287196970946719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/6162287196970946719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-real-whats-not.html' title='What&apos;s Real &amp; What&apos;s Not'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-1376166253630463614</id><published>2007-08-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:26.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Shots~</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, I found ways to wriggle out of doing assignments~ Cam Whoring again... Pretty lifeless ain't I? The Bathurst air must be turning my brain mushy as I have never taken so many pics in my life before in such a short period! SUch an Exhibitionist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Here We Go - Spring Cover Shots Of The Desprate Models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA5qGhRjTI/AAAAAAAAANI/ToHg1HrHKdc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA5qGhRjTI/AAAAAAAAANI/ToHg1HrHKdc/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102641773278235954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid Shots~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA57WhRjUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W5pFEhGcmic/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA57WhRjUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W5pFEhGcmic/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102642069630979394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Autographs, PLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA6HWhRjVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Wfx-c55tVxQ/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA6HWhRjVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Wfx-c55tVxQ/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102642275789409618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empress Of Nerds, &amp; Baby Nerds... A Rare Sight Indeed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA6q2hRjWI/AAAAAAAAANg/-WulbGq6b1k/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA6q2hRjWI/AAAAAAAAANg/-WulbGq6b1k/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102642885674765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripes Fever, Blue Vs Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA67WhRjXI/AAAAAAAAANo/_UjUjoxv-VM/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA67WhRjXI/AAAAAAAAANo/_UjUjoxv-VM/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102643169142607218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blah's Season~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-1376166253630463614?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1376166253630463614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=1376166253630463614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1376166253630463614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/1376166253630463614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/spring-shots.html' title='Spring Shots~'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RtA5qGhRjTI/AAAAAAAAANI/ToHg1HrHKdc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-8062481996952841701</id><published>2007-08-18T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:40:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Talks</title><content type='html'>The conversations that were dropped into my life:-&lt;br /&gt;Guess which is Me? Bullcocks VS Bullshits ... Stupidity Vs Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Why are you always such a pain in the ***?&lt;br /&gt;B: Look edeot, I was made that way. Write an email of feedback and send it to my manufacturer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, You are the shorty blabber mouth!&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh, You're the shorty dicko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You drunk ar?&lt;br /&gt;B: Drink, Drank Drunk... Who the hell are you? You look like the bitch next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Have you grown taller?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yup, taller intelligence, but hey you look shorter... I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You are a girl! Why are you like that?&lt;br /&gt;B: From shoulder to head, you and me are pretty the same, except that I use my brain more frequently than you do. The lower body is better built than yours. That explains why I have got more personality than you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: WHy don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;B: Because you ask stupid questions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Stop calling me stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;B: Okies, BODOH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: OI, Dun bloody farn 9 me can ar?&lt;br /&gt;B: Why kenot farn you? I love farning you, you are so farking cute to farn... oh look at that shitty face when ppl farn you... priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: (Music Blasting In The Background), No Boost to drink without you ere la, how we wish you're ere...oh look we ordered SHOOTERS....too bad you can't savour it~~ Oh. Can you hear the song, they are playing.. It's your faves&lt;br /&gt;B: _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: OI, Bitch! what you doing?&lt;br /&gt;B: Kanine, right hand polishing tiles, left hand warming up the beer and ciggrattes! What about you? Holding a corn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: This guy is damn hot! he's a Korean... blooody hell...how to communicate la?&lt;br /&gt;B: Just learn few Korean words, Hello? I Love You, Let's Fuck, GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: CB,,, say call me back but didn't even call... WTF now after 1 century only call!&lt;br /&gt;B: Opps wrong number...sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh, where the fark are you? waited for you 9 centuries edi la?&lt;br /&gt;B: Okies, will be there in 2 more centuries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So it's a DARE ~ Losers down 2 bottles! &lt;br /&gt;B: I'm Farking sure I won't be hugging the bottles!&lt;br /&gt;C: 2 Bottles ar...Shit Lo! I sure get the bottles.. I so longan, sure lose to you 2 orange and papaya!&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh, airport became a fruit orchard liao ar?&lt;br /&gt;B: Don't play play ar...airport got bumps nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;C: Bloody Bitches~~ At least airport won't wrinkle up after 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;A: Whats' there to wrinkle up?&lt;br /&gt;B: Got 2 longan seeds on the runway lo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: PONG!&lt;br /&gt;B: Pong lei lo mei~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: KONG!&lt;br /&gt;B: Kong lei tiuw mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: SIK!&lt;br /&gt;B: Sik 9 sei hui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh Fark Oh Shit! I have been a vegetarian for 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;B: Tiu.. I have been for 6 months ler....&lt;br /&gt;C: Can you 2 shut the fark up ar... I have been a nun for 11 months! Mei Bei Yan Tiu KO ar... show off ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: OI, you puked ar?&lt;br /&gt;B: I wanted to shit but the driveway was congested, and the other alternative was the oral way...&lt;br /&gt;C: Eh, I saw veggie in your throw ups!&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh Shit, I had bak kut teh.. where got veggie?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not veggie la.. yao char kway...&lt;br /&gt;C: Green colour wor....&lt;br /&gt;B: Can you 2 STOP analysing my puke ar?&lt;br /&gt;C: ok... veggie la.. wanna bet?&lt;br /&gt;A: Got green colour yao char kway wat....&lt;br /&gt;B: Fark You la&lt;br /&gt;C: Eh... you vomit somemore... see got more parts ma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-8062481996952841701?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8062481996952841701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=8062481996952841701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8062481996952841701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8062481996952841701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-talks.html' title='Stupid Talks'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-8365030436679919833</id><published>2007-08-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:30.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's Didn't Make It Models Are Back By Demand</title><content type='html'>Enjoy the Farkliciously Beautiful Cam - Whores Of The Century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting £mp®€šsJå¥ &amp; baby.Winz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRxr2hRjRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/87eKPtWv_Wo/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRxr2hRjRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/87eKPtWv_Wo/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099325676273634578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqiGhRi-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/qZUK_rNcB_Y/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqiGhRi-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/qZUK_rNcB_Y/s400/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099317812188515298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool, Baby.. Drool Over Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqyWhRi_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YSe3sFnBibk/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqyWhRi_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YSe3sFnBibk/s400/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099318091361389554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abso'Fuckin'Lutely PrettiLicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqNGhRi9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/fuZ22bV0Z3w/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRqNGhRi9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/fuZ22bV0Z3w/s400/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099317451411262418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Sweet For You~~~ Don't Nose Bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRrG2hRjAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VfsKXITAKdI/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRrG2hRjAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VfsKXITAKdI/s400/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099318443548707842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predator Jay Vs Sister Maria Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRrjmhRjBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kP63zj4aw38/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRrjmhRjBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kP63zj4aw38/s400/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099318937469946898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum Dum VS Bum Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRsRmhRjCI/AAAAAAAAALA/KQ6j8m9N5v0/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRsRmhRjCI/AAAAAAAAALA/KQ6j8m9N5v0/s400/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099319727743929378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Dentist Around? We Need Some Teeth Attention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRsn2hRjDI/AAAAAAAAALI/hLlKVAHaLDA/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRsn2hRjDI/AAAAAAAAALI/hLlKVAHaLDA/s400/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320109996018738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love It, Our Midori! Slurpppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRtRmhRjFI/AAAAAAAAALY/bo5XSp1rauQ/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRtRmhRjFI/AAAAAAAAALY/bo5XSp1rauQ/s400/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320827255557202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Baby, Cheers! BOOOOOTtoms UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRs32hRjEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hCKb4ognndQ/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRs32hRjEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hCKb4ognndQ/s400/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099320384873925698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly~~~ Hot Chicks!!! Especially The One In Black.. Front Ke Le Fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRtm2hRjGI/AAAAAAAAALg/PMIN9oc-Mhs/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRtm2hRjGI/AAAAAAAAALg/PMIN9oc-Mhs/s400/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099321192327777378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror On The Wall.Who's The Angel Btw Us?Answer: CHOY~-Ar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRt7WhRjHI/AAAAAAAAALo/ysk0zGSKRkI/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRt7WhRjHI/AAAAAAAAALo/ysk0zGSKRkI/s400/Photo+42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099321544515095666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting The Finger( Ohhh) And The Lips Too...( Sexy Lil Finger &amp; Angelina Lips~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRuNWhRjII/AAAAAAAAALw/P0aoFQ8Mpg0/s1600-h/Photo+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRuNWhRjII/AAAAAAAAALw/P0aoFQ8Mpg0/s400/Photo+43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099321853752740994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!! We Locked Our Jaws - Got Veggies Stuck There Ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRue2hRjJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Kov8IMGGSO8/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRue2hRjJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Kov8IMGGSO8/s400/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099322154400451730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawking At Lee Hom!!!!!! HUbba HUbba ME!!!Opps I meant US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRuzmhRjKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WswRlku1FRM/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRuzmhRjKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WswRlku1FRM/s400/Photo+55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099322510882737314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... Mama Pls Don't Preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRvBmhRjLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0caTeXl6pVw/s1600-h/Photo+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRvBmhRjLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0caTeXl6pVw/s400/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099322751400905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arrival Of Credit Card Statements!!! $$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRvXmhRjMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yjZszfnqcLY/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRvXmhRjMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yjZszfnqcLY/s400/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099323129358027970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have Abso'Fuckin'Lutely Rights To Remain Silent! @#@%#^?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwAmhRjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/goFVwJ2rS1c/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwAmhRjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/goFVwJ2rS1c/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099323833732664530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang! You're DEAD!! We Don't Care &amp; We Don't Give A Fark. Die Far Far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwWmhRjOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1sVImzsm0N8/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwWmhRjOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1sVImzsm0N8/s400/Photo+86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099324211689786594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU!!!! yes... YOU!!! LOSER~~~~~BoooHooo LOSER Loser (Ne Ne Ne Ne :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwlmhRjPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lWQHLOAIXmI/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwlmhRjPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lWQHLOAIXmI/s400/Photo+88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099324469387824370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hunt For The Golden Ticket!!! Willy Wonka~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwzmhRjQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fEPhA3wz4gs/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRwzmhRjQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fEPhA3wz4gs/s400/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099324709905992962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% PURE Women (Was There Even A Doubt?)Opps I Think We Were Supposed To Promote The Watch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-8365030436679919833?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8365030436679919833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=8365030436679919833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8365030436679919833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8365030436679919833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/malaysias-didnt-make-it-models-are-back_16.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s Didn&apos;t Make It Models Are Back By Demand'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsRxr2hRjRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/87eKPtWv_Wo/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-5166240598187304779</id><published>2007-08-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:30.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alcoholism Days Are Over - For Now</title><content type='html'>A trip back home, and I have been dosed with alcohol.Not even 12 hrs after landing, I was taking attendance at Flam's! For that 1 month,24/7 I practically reek of alcohol. Full time in sway mode I walked like a CRAB! I was appointed as GRO, my happy hour started at 2pm until dawn. I can still count with my fingers the days that I can walk straight. I guess if I keep going at this speed with the Alcohol-Zillas, I would probably end up with a chunk of shares and an invitation to the AGM Meetings from liquor companies and clubs. (Not one bit of Exaggeration, I have witnesses,and my bruises to prove it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie went out once with me, while I was in my sway mode, I spent my time burping expired beer gas the whole day, 1u was polluted! Then later that night, I was served with beer again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had almost 90% of attendance at SongBird &amp; Caesar's! Put a raise in the economy of Caesar's (Lily Wong, You Watch Road!! I swear I will win back my money!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Penang, 6D/5N.with Sarah &amp; Carrie, my partners in crimes. We bunked in at Corpthorne Orchid, Tanjung Bungah! (Thanks Sally for the Seaview Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Night&lt;/strong&gt;, right after we took off from the highway, we made our marks at FLIX - 6 shots of Tequila, 6 Flamings, &amp; 2 Guiness Stout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day&lt;/strong&gt;, hit the spa for facial, steam bath and 1 hr body massage! Shopped frenzy! Dressed to kill for the night and we hit MOMO!I fell in love with MOMO, RM100 for a dozen of shots (Tequila, MoMo Kiss, Black Russian Shots &amp; Sex On The Beach), Chivas @ RM 290! We had a dare that night, guess who lost? Sarah~~~~An eventful night, I have 2 drunkards hugging each other under a lamp post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Day&lt;/strong&gt; Went shopping again, got our manicures &amp; pedicures! Bought bottles of wine (Merlot 2006/ Shiraz 2005), cans of Guiness Stout, Kampai Ice and junk foods! Had our own alcohol orgy in the room! All the noise we made, can wake the dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Day&lt;/strong&gt; It was another shopping day again @ Queensbay Mall! Practically went broke there and I had to drag those 2 away from the stores, I have no idea how many pairs of shoes we tried, the clothes and the make ups we attacked! Went for a Thai cuisine( soft shell crabs, tom yam, otak otak, steam fish &amp; PETAI)! It was Godlike! We hit MoMo after that to help our digestion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Day&lt;/strong&gt; It was supposed to be the last day of our trip! Alrighty, Me and Carrie didn't want to leave, tried our hardest persuasion methods ever existed at making Sarah stay back with us, in the end.. both of us got dumped at Cititel, and Sarah drove home! We took beca to the Perangin Mall and bought ourselves bus tickets for the trip home the next day! Since I am no longer with the responsibilites of the car keys, I have decided to get drunk! Met up with Anthony and his Friend (kimz) and we attacked the shots at MoMo, I lost count of how many shots we had abt 60 -72 shots! Me and Carrie were dominating! All I remember that night, I was making a scene in the hotel room about lack of alcohol and when I opened my eyes I saw 2 bottles of Guiness Stout! What The hell happened????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Day&lt;/strong&gt; We have our doubts of going back, all we wanted to do was just stay another day, but reality doesn't permit! We forced ourselves on the bus and staggered all the way back to KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking leave and making this trip a hardcore session of orgy! The memories we built, have added more sparkles into our album! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures from the Penang trip as it is not fit for public viewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this trip home, I have managed to bump out with alot of long lost friends.I had a great time...sorry to those that I have to ffk! I just wasn't sober enough to remember appointments! &lt;br /&gt;*Those who were at Sanctuary, when I slipped and fell and laughed myself silly, please erase that scene!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &amp; Carrie - Thanks for making life an Uthopia for me! Missing you and I know you miss me,too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest - Go screw yourself until I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsK3ajujKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9YsBULdAxDU/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsK3ajujKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9YsBULdAxDU/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098839395031788082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol-Zillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsasCWhRjSI/AAAAAAAAANA/1gaVzwq0A40/s1600-h/1_850530553l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsasCWhRjSI/AAAAAAAAANA/1gaVzwq0A40/s400/1_850530553l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099952784448523554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Once Upon A Time, The Arrios's Babes ( I Miss Those Times)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-5166240598187304779?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5166240598187304779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=5166240598187304779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5166240598187304779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/5166240598187304779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-alcoholism-days-are-over-for-now.html' title='My Alcoholism Days Are Over - For Now'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsK3ajujKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9YsBULdAxDU/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-2117979210507612837</id><published>2007-08-14T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:30.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise Pollution@ Russell St.</title><content type='html'>A hardcore session of alcohol, DOTA, Mahjung and Pizza Frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You Spot The Doggy Faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKjBDujKhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j15g92pqaIM/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKjBDujKhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j15g92pqaIM/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098816966712568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Life Bitchbulous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-2117979210507612837?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2117979210507612837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=2117979210507612837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2117979210507612837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/2117979210507612837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/noise-pollution-russell-st.html' title='Noise Pollution@ Russell St.'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKjBDujKhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j15g92pqaIM/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-8955988233873259597</id><published>2007-08-14T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:30.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's Didn't Make It Models Are Back!</title><content type='html'>Cam-Whore Sessions @ Russell St, Bathurst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abso"fuckin'lutely Beautilicious! £mp®€šsJå¥ &amp; baby.Winz &lt;br /&gt;Don't Fall In Love WIth Us...Because We Are The Bo"bitch"dy BeautiCibaiLicios!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKbOjujKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N-suRmboKM4/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKbOjujKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N-suRmboKM4/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098808402547780098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh yourself to insanity... We were awarded with The Poser Of the Year by Fark-Nica Films&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-8955988233873259597?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8955988233873259597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=8955988233873259597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8955988233873259597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/8955988233873259597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/malaysias-didnt-make-it-models-are-back.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s Didn&apos;t Make It Models Are Back!'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsKbOjujKgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N-suRmboKM4/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-4959626335826706451</id><published>2007-08-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:31.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're WANTED @ Comiworld07</title><content type='html'>Have you got hots for Anime / Comics? A game lover? Are you up to the beat? Clear your calendar and make a mark this weekend 18th -20th Aug 2007 from 11am - 8pm, @ Cineleisure! You so don't want to miss this Spectacu'Fark"lar Event! Drown yourself with hot chicks in costumes and drool yourself away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a life out of yourself and bump out there! You'll be leaving with a smirky grin and after feeling of orgasm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Know More? Check out - http://www.comiworld.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJWdDujKcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q2HB4jhBdOE/s1600-h/summerposterzv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJWdDujKcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q2HB4jhBdOE/s400/summerposterzv1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098732785353566658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go WIld on my Behalf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-4959626335826706451?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4959626335826706451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=4959626335826706451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/4959626335826706451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/4959626335826706451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-wanted-comiworld07.html' title='You&apos;re WANTED @ Comiworld07'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJWdDujKcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/q2HB4jhBdOE/s72-c/summerposterzv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750655224316966194.post-3961462881187558778</id><published>2007-08-13T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:31.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reincarnation - Kingdoms of Dreams</title><content type='html'>To the dumpster with the old, and rolling out on red carpet with the re-born of Kingdom of Dreams. A platform of sharing my life with you. Details of how your presence splatters color into my life and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient! Still under construction to upgrade so that I can serve you better with ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get amused with the power shots 1st....The Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJxyDujKfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ThnfqtWc5Kg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJxyDujKfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ThnfqtWc5Kg/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098762832944769522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mini Compilations of Our Trips @ Sydney&lt;br /&gt;Lil Momentoes of the Laughters &amp; Surprises ( Ah Lians' attack @ Sydney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specials Thanks To Winnie (For Making The Life Here In Oz, Memorable)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6750655224316966194-3961462881187558778?l=empressjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3961462881187558778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6750655224316966194&amp;postID=3961462881187558778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/3961462881187558778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6750655224316966194/posts/default/3961462881187558778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressjay.blogspot.com/2007/08/reincarnation-kingdoms-of-dreams.html' title='The Reincarnation - Kingdoms of Dreams'/><author><name>£mp ®€šsJå¥™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679029068111060600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW8EuhhUr3A/RsJxyDujKfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ThnfqtWc5Kg/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
