<?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-7391154</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:20:17.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couleurs de ma vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-3719599067614434933</id><published>2009-06-11T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:59:57.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime when we quarel, i just feel like running far away from you. I just feel like escaping all these problems. We are just 2 different type of people. We view  love differently and we do things differently, It is very difficult to communicate on a mutual respect basis. I am tired, very tired already... Whenever I felt like giving up, I thought of the possibilities between us. I thought there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3719599067614434933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=3719599067614434933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/3719599067614434933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/3719599067614434933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/everytime-when-we-quarel-i-just-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-4121674741108320437</id><published>2007-05-06T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:31:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finally here!!!</title><summary type='text'>							The long awaited break has finally come! I am leaving for Ha noi today and will be back 8 days later. That is plan A.Plan B, another 8 days will be extend if I happen to get lost in the jungle!Plan C, stay there till 23th of May and fly off to Athens and catch the campione league final!!!						</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4121674741108320437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=4121674741108320437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/4121674741108320437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/4121674741108320437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-finally-here.html' title='It is finally here!!!'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-6326418118860933840</id><published>2007-05-04T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:17:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming - Who cares?</title><summary type='text'>Layman's account of how human activities are causing global warming that will lead to cataclysmic climate disaters, has all but settled the debate. It is true that the average global temperatures have risen 0.2 degC in the last 30yrs or so. Yes, our minister, the British premier believe in it. Even the blood thirsty cowboy George W.Bush gave in to the hype in Feb. After all, environmental groups,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6326418118860933840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=6326418118860933840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/6326418118860933840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/6326418118860933840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/05/global-warming-who-cares.html' title='Global Warming - Who cares?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-117118640403217874</id><published>2007-02-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:39:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passports unstamped??? Be careful if you are entering M'asia</title><summary type='text'>Lately, a number of Singaporeans entering masia, are having unstamped passports. This has been making the newspaper headline and a check by Sunday Times poll revealed that the problem of Singaporean passports not being stamped by masian immigration officials as they enter the country is not that uncommon.Of 108 Sporeans interviewed at the causeway, around 16percent - 17 in total - had experienced</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117118640403217874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117118640403217874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117118640403217874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117118640403217874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/passports-unstamped-be-careful-if-you.html' title='Passports unstamped??? Be careful if you are entering M&apos;asia'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-117109997860603119</id><published>2007-02-10T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:34:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, Lets BASH Singapore!</title><summary type='text'>First came the spat with Thailand, in regards to Thaksin visit to Singapore and had a unofficial meeting with DPM S.Jayakumar. Afterwhich, Thailand accused Singapore of spying on them through the telephone network. Then came with the controversial penalty, in which the Thai players walked off the pitch for 15mins.Following up, old allegations from Johor's leaders that Singapore's land reclamation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117109997860603119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117109997860603119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117109997860603119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117109997860603119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-on-lets-bash-singapore.html' title='Come on, Lets BASH Singapore!'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-117056819657865637</id><published>2007-02-04T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:49:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments by "ORIGINAL THAI" football supporter</title><summary type='text'>"Singapore is not an original team! The team is made up of foreigners. I want to be at the stadium for the final because I am proud to be a Thai. I want an original Thai team to beat this team of foreign recruits. Maybe they should not call this the Asean Football Championship. They should rename it as the World Cup because almost half the Singapore team came from other countries."- Ma Wen Chang,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117056819657865637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117056819657865637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117056819657865637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117056819657865637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/comments-by-original-thai-football.html' title='Comments by &quot;ORIGINAL THAI&quot; football supporter'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-117051666494151907</id><published>2007-02-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:22:34.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia BAN sand export to Singapore!</title><summary type='text'>Indonesia has been exporting sand to Singapore for a very long time. Recently they have ban all sand export to Singapore. They gave environmental issue as the reason.Is Indonesia REALLY so concern about its environment? Let us see some facts;Environmental issues in Indonesia associated with human activities are forest degration (unregulated cutting, fires, smoke and haze, and erosion); water </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117051666494151907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117051666494151907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117051666494151907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117051666494151907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/indonesia-ban-sand-export-to-singapore.html' title='Indonesia BAN sand export to Singapore!'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-117048906206102691</id><published>2007-02-03T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:51:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore to be BLAME for Johor floods???</title><summary type='text'>Again, it is finger pointing by our neighbours! Some bloody brainless old man, by the name of Ghani Othman is seeking to pin the land reclamation on Pulau Tekong for causing Johor's worst floods in a century.Has he done an in-depth study into this issue before making such a remark? What is his objective? Does he thinks that all malaysian are as brainless as he is?It is so easy to blame Singapore,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117048906206102691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117048906206102691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117048906206102691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117048906206102691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-to-be-blame-for-johor-floods.html' title='Singapore to be BLAME for Johor floods???'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-117040224858467092</id><published>2007-02-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:44:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO BOO THAILAND !</title><summary type='text'>Asean Football Championship - Singapore 2 Thailand 1Thailand national football players and coaches, YOU ARE A HUGE DISGRACE! You may not agree with the ref decision in awarding a penalty but come on, have a bit of sportmanship! To walkout of the game and to return back, makes a mockery out of the entire competition!Then, seeing Thai coach Chanvit Phalajivin gestured to his players, urging them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/117040224858467092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=117040224858467092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117040224858467092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/117040224858467092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-boo-thailand.html' title='BOO BOO THAILAND !'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-116885016378792421</id><published>2007-01-15T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:36:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't PAY For Her Attention...</title><summary type='text'>Recently I had a friend who told me that he always feel OBLIGATED to pay if he is out with a woman on a date and this includes paying for drinks and dinners, buying her gifts and taking her out to shows.My friend felt that, perhaps he is giving his date the impression, that he is trying way too hard!Most guys feel COMPELLED to buy women gifts,flowers, etc. and "take women out" to "show them a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116885016378792421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=116885016378792421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116885016378792421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116885016378792421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-pay-for-her-attention.html' title='Don&apos;t PAY For Her Attention...'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-116848677950443931</id><published>2007-01-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:39:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First resolution of 2007</title><summary type='text'>I have finally decided to let it go. It has been painful but I can no longer go through it like before nor can I accept it quietly. The only way to really forget about the past is to move on with life, and knowing that life still has much more to offer.It is such a waste, things could have a happy ending to it.Anyway, it is a new year and I want to start off feeling anew. By feeling anew is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116848677950443931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=116848677950443931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116848677950443931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116848677950443931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-resolution-of-2007.html' title='First resolution of 2007'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-116711664676913423</id><published>2006-12-26T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:11:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE STAGES OF A MAN ' S LIFE   BEFORE MARRIAGE AFTER MARRIAGE AFTER THE DIVORCE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116711664676913423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=116711664676913423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116711664676913423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/116711664676913423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/12/three-stages-of-man-s-life-before.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-115949883881736213</id><published>2006-09-29T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:00:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars has WHAT?</title><summary type='text'>Recently I read about NASA's celebration of gritty evidence that Mars once had enough water to support life and I am again tired, seeing the word 'ONCE HAD". It spawned more questions then answers.So if there really was water, where's the water now? When did it disappear? Are there any fossils of living creatures, or even microbes?It is just a hypothetical situation! Mars represent simply what is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115949883881736213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=115949883881736213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/115949883881736213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/115949883881736213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/mars-has-what.html' title='Mars has WHAT?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-115944906348230139</id><published>2006-09-28T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:11:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think about my childhood, all the waiting, and wondering, and the joy of perhaps being a time traveler, imagining jumping a lot from one time to another. What happen if it's like if you started the tape and played it for a while but then you said Oh I want to hear that song again, so you played that song and then you went back to where you left off but you wound the tape too far ahead so you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115944906348230139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=115944906348230139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/115944906348230139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/115944906348230139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-about-my-childhood-all-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-114977418613118845</id><published>2006-06-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:47:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I am tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the leaves all day. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for her. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114977418613118845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=114977418613118845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114977418613118845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114977418613118845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-go-to-sleep-alone-and-wake-up-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-114544784299977040</id><published>2006-04-19T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:49:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Kingdom - Nepal Adhirajya</title><summary type='text'>Day 1I feel like dorothy, when her house crash landed in Oz and the world turned from black and white to color. We are not in Singapore. We are in Nepal, finally -----------------Being in Nepal has an euphoric feeling. Everything seems so surreal but yet sublime and has an aura about it. Suddenly you are intensely nauseated and then you are throwing up on some suburban geraniums. Being there felt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114544784299977040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=114544784299977040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114544784299977040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114544784299977040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/magical-kingdom-nepal-adhirajya.html' title='Magical Kingdom - Nepal Adhirajya'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-114368319311792128</id><published>2006-03-30T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:48:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrapment</title><summary type='text'>Recently I actually discover that I enjoyed traveling alone. During this couple of years, I have been traveling alone around the region. Travelling alone gave me precious, undivided time to be with myself, to reflect on my life, the people important to me and about my future. It also allowed me to interact with and learn from the natives of these countries and from fellow tourists. The smiles and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114368319311792128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=114368319311792128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114368319311792128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/114368319311792128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/entrapment.html' title='Entrapment'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-113929278824534038</id><published>2006-02-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:15:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really Love?</title><summary type='text'>Love is such a strange, wonderful thing that nobody really has codified what it is yet. And to further complicate matters, there are so many different kinds of love: the love you feel for a friend, a family member, a sport or even a pet.Now, in order to find out if you love someone, the basic place to start would be to ask yourself, do you want to be with them? If the answer to that question is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113929278824534038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=113929278824534038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113929278824534038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113929278824534038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-really-love.html' title='Is this really Love?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-113220414462648144</id><published>2005-11-17T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:09:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is cheating not actually cheating?</title><summary type='text'>When is cheating not actually cheating? Depends who you ask, I guess.According to a gal-friend of mine, when the affair you're having is with a member of the same sex, it doesn't actually count. Apparently, her definition of cheating is as wishy-washy as......  err..... Bill Clinton's definition of "sexual relations."Simply put, her argument was that since men and women have different body parts,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113220414462648144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=113220414462648144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113220414462648144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113220414462648144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-is-cheating-not-actually-cheating.html' title='When is cheating not actually cheating?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-113180262087874925</id><published>2005-11-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:37:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With heart..</title><summary type='text'>Love, I reckon is not commerce. So conceivably, sincerity and truthfulness may not always fetch the prize they are worth. No amount of heart will win the girl over if she's plain not interested, and we can see this in the quite established pattern of women falling head over heels for cads.Nevertheless, while love is neither sufficient nor even necessary condition for wooing with success, it sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113180262087874925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=113180262087874925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113180262087874925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113180262087874925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-heart.html' title='With heart..'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-113139174981898320</id><published>2005-11-07T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:29:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to look ahead again</title><summary type='text'>If we were to invent a time machine, I would want to see what it was like in Africa, 100,000 years ago when our species was just born. If you have been to the Serengeti, you know how impressive the variety and abundance of animals are, even today. A hundred millennia ago, the diversity and concentration would have been far greater. In that context, the small groups of naked apes who were our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113139174981898320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=113139174981898320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113139174981898320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113139174981898320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/11/learning-to-look-ahead-again.html' title='Learning to look ahead again'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-113073665248844666</id><published>2005-10-31T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:30:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><summary type='text'>How long since you've been really bored? Nowadays, people seem to believe that there is an inalienable right to NOT be bored. We have television, radio, computers, movies, cell phones, digital cams, DVD, playstation, xbox, mp3 players and the list goes on and on. Heaven forbid that anyone should ever spend any time being bored.Before the dawn of the digital age, remember when it was actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113073665248844666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=113073665248844666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113073665248844666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/113073665248844666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-109042642771713273</id><published>2005-09-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:07:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's guide to surviving PMS</title><summary type='text'>If women can endure cramps and headaches once a month, we should be man enough to face up to it too or at least that was what I thought.I'VE just recovered from an excruciating bout of food poisoning. This may be too much information, but I spent so much time in the toilet that I've developed a fear of cramped places.As if a numbing fever wasn't enough, my stomach was racked by a gnawing ache. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109042642771713273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=109042642771713273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109042642771713273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109042642771713273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/09/mans-guide-to-surviving-pms.html' title='A man&apos;s guide to surviving PMS'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-109539504657814517</id><published>2005-05-25T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:24:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story continues in finding her</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been looking for someone and no matter where and how hard you search for it, you just can't find it?But then, just when you decide that maybe you don't need it after all and you're ready to abandon the fruitless search, you start thinking of that person.It has been almost been 8 years since I first saw her and fell in love.Well, I figured that I could be miserable all by myself and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109539504657814517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=109539504657814517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109539504657814517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109539504657814517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/05/story-continues-in-finding-her.html' title='the story continues in finding her'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-108861415190803305</id><published>2005-03-14T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:03:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast love</title><summary type='text'>Forget slow and steady. It's fast and furious that wins the race of love in this high-octane, 0-to-100kmh- in-six-seconds society.COURTSHIP, it is sometimes said, is a long and winding road. Do you go slow and steady or 2 Fast 2 Furious?The topic on how long one should take to woo someone before you call it quits came up recently in a discussion with a female colleague.Diminutive in size but big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108861415190803305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108861415190803305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108861415190803305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108861415190803305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/03/fast-love.html' title='Fast love'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-110545888338057138</id><published>2005-01-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:15:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Killers</title><summary type='text'>Often, it is not a major crisis such as adultery, but stealth and silent problems that quietly creep into a relationship that end up choking it.There were no deep gashes, just little wounds that refused to heal. They say that time will heal but after all these while, I doubt so... Time does not heal, you just simply learn how to live happily again after all these time.Rows were common, but hey, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110545888338057138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=110545888338057138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/110545888338057138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/110545888338057138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2005/01/silent-killers.html' title='Silent Killers'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-109102090502089421</id><published>2004-07-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:11:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old song</title><summary type='text'>After long enough of being alone, Everyone must face their share of loneliness. In my own time nobody knew the pain I was going through and waiting was all my heart could do. Hope was all I had until you came, Maybe you can't see how much you mean to me. You were the dawn breaking the night The promise of morning light. Filling the world surrounding me. Only yesterday when I was sad and I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109102090502089421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=109102090502089421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109102090502089421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109102090502089421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/old-song.html' title='An old song'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-109098797435643945</id><published>2004-07-28T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:12:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A difficult period in my life...</title><summary type='text'>Love can really hurts. I heard that verse pretty often but never thought I would one day be feeling it for myself.  When I was still in school, I've been through a couple of relationships but when it ended. It doesn't seems to hurt that much. Perhaps we were still young and naive.Things have changed. I have grown up a little, seen a bit more of this world and started to treat relationship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109098797435643945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=109098797435643945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109098797435643945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/109098797435643945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/difficult-period-in-my-life.html' title='A difficult period in my life...'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-108977289169267855</id><published>2004-07-14T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:41:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life gets better, yet people feel worse </title><summary type='text'>Life just gets better? Progress is measurable and quantifiable. The statistics prove beyond doubt that people in the industrialised world - which includes much of Europe, North America, Japan, Australia, and newly industrialising economies like Singapore and Taiwan - are far better off than they were not only five to 10 years ago, but better off than human beings have ever been in history.And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108977289169267855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108977289169267855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108977289169267855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108977289169267855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-gets-better-yet-people-feel-worse.html' title='Life gets better, yet people feel worse '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108952043275555075</id><published>2004-07-11T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:33:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots, they can kill you </title><summary type='text'>Idiocy is a social disease. You cannot cure it with medication, a healthy diet or regular exercise. You just have to learn to cope.DURING a recent trash-talking session among friends, I was asked for the one thing I would remove from the human race if I had the power to do so.Things like certificates of entitlement, sexually transmitted diseases, home-made bombs, anti-homosexuality uproars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108952043275555075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108952043275555075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108952043275555075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108952043275555075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/idiots-they-can-kill-you_11.html' title='Idiots, they can kill you '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108926099270594480</id><published>2004-07-08T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:29:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H2o + </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108926099270594480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108926099270594480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108926099270594480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108926099270594480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/h2o.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108917321269138133</id><published>2004-07-07T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:06:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be chaste, or be chastised </title><summary type='text'>Recently I read an article from the straits time about a Christian-based group to promote virginity and it disturbs me because of how it is using morality and religion to warn the young against sex. SINGAPOREANS are an immoral lot.That seems to be the implied message of a pro-virginity drive initiated by Focus On The Family Singapore (FOTF), a Christian charity organisation.The group, which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108917321269138133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108917321269138133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108917321269138133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108917321269138133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/be-chaste-or-be-chastised.html' title='Be chaste, or be chastised '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-108908823684822293</id><published>2004-07-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:30:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's fight for love </title><summary type='text'>Breaking up appears to be an easy option these days. Is the independence of modern women or intolerance for less-than-perfect relationships to blame?BREAKING up is hard to do, or so the old country song goes. But if the experience of my friends and family in recent weeks is anything to go by, it seems that breaking up is the easiest thing to do these days.When I recently went out with two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108908823684822293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108908823684822293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108908823684822293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108908823684822293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/lets-fight-for-love.html' title='Let&apos;s fight for love '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108882748604341050</id><published>2004-06-27T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:04:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do men really want? </title><summary type='text'>Contrary to popular misconception, it's not just about food, sex and alcohol, but companionship for life's journey. Some of the females out there maybe crying out, "Ya RIGHT"! Well, I used to think that way too and  one of my colleague said wittily: 'That's easy: a naked woman to bring him food and beer.'I wanted to correct her and say that it's actually two naked women, but I felt that a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108882748604341050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108882748604341050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108882748604341050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108882748604341050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-do-men-really-want.html' title='What do men really want? '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108835216362562908</id><published>2004-06-27T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:12:32.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When partnership works, it is not an accident</title><summary type='text'>Everyone tells us that it "takes a lot of work" to build a lasting relationship. Rarely, however, do they give us any specifics or concrete information about what that means.When we fall in love, we're filled with enthusiasm; we hope, and trust, that everything is going to work out. What we typically do is rely on the strength of the love and the initial attraction-not "the work"- to see us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108835216362562908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108835216362562908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108835216362562908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108835216362562908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/when-partnership-works-it-is-not.html' title='When partnership works, it is not an accident'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108811540061097698</id><published>2004-06-25T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T06:16:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life is full and rich at 100 </title><summary type='text'>A few find love again; one still goes skinny-dipping. Some centenary continue to enjoy happy lives until they have to goWHAT would you do if your 103-year-old Dad decided he wanted to get married again?I happened to read this interesting article and I was wondering what will life be when you live to a ripe old age of 100, something that should be seen as a bliss or a curse? What happens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108811540061097698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108811540061097698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108811540061097698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108811540061097698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/when-life-is-full-and-rich-at-100.html' title='When life is full and rich at 100 '/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108805638241186239</id><published>2004-06-24T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:53:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell or not to tell?</title><summary type='text'>When I first started this job, I was filled with passion but now my passion is half-drained. Not only does the work sucks, the management sucks, even your partner plays a very important role.There was a time, when I kept partnering this guy. He was short but had a firm handshake and gave off a good first impression. But as he settles down, I caught sight of an object which sent shivers down my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108805638241186239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108805638241186239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108805638241186239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108805638241186239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To tell or not to tell?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108788816870010049</id><published>2004-06-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:09:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heaven's reflection </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108788816870010049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108788816870010049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788816870010049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788816870010049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/heavens-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-108791207848739065</id><published>2004-06-22T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:57:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Singapore have enough people willing to do so?</title><summary type='text'>A true patriot would die for his country. Does Singapore have enough people willing to do so?This was the sub headlines of a article in the Straits times Life! Today, by journalist Ong Soh Chin.She seemed to have been motivated by the same questions thatthe new minister of state for national development, Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, brought up in parliament last week. Miss ong quoted the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108791207848739065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108791207848739065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108791207848739065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108791207848739065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/does-singapore-have-enough-people.html' title='Does Singapore have enough people willing to do so?'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</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-7391154.post-108788700390260665</id><published>2004-06-22T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:15:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><summary type='text'>i have started reading this magazine called colors magazine.i think its a great magazine. one which, coincidentally, hasplenty of stories of love. an ad in its 46 issue, an old issue the volunteer issue, reads: 2001 International Year of Volunteersname: naya joffre nationality: swiss volunteer working with Guatemalan street childrenthe ad also bears the logo of united nations or UN. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108788700390260665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108788700390260665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788700390260665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788700390260665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/unconditional-love_21.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391154.post-108788125759414555</id><published>2004-06-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T13:14:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of dreams</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I embarked on a photograph project. I was at the old Chinatown, taking photos. I took a short break at a nearby beanch. An uncle was sitting beside me and he started starring at me. He asked me,"whether am I a photographer and how much can I earn as a photographer". He sounded really sarcastic. I was just wondering, can there ever be a price tag for a dream? If life is about any one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/feeds/108788125759414555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391154&amp;postID=108788125759414555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788125759414555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391154/posts/default/108788125759414555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miscela-della-camomilla.blogspot.com/2004/06/power-of-dreams.html' title='The power of dreams'/><author><name>cyl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062204082071684124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
