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And the solution lies within you.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>ncy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598161005266012211</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AwakeningTheGiantInYou" /><feedburner:info uri="awakeningthegiantinyou" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HQns-eCp7ImA9WhRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605107779968736869.post-6937655883248313604</id><published>2012-02-13T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:23:53.550+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T00:23:53.550+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and lyrics" /><title>Tribute to Ashitaka and San</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/feeds/6937655883248313604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/2012/02/tribute-to-ashitaka-and-san.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/6937655883248313604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/6937655883248313604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AwakeningTheGiantInYou/~3/WJrrSQGE2P0/tribute-to-ashitaka-and-san.html" title="Tribute to Ashitaka and San" /><author><name>ncy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598161005266012211</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://img.youtube.com/vi/F4rOIkoUKns/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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The above image is the audience statistic of my blog, which is a free live update service that the blogger gives to every blogger (it can be accessed at the right-most tab of blogger dashboard if you are using blogger) :D So, as what my readers can see in the picture that after Singapore (I believe it's because most of my friends who knows my blog address directly from me stay in Singapore), my 
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I love this song so much that I want it to be my future wedding song. I want it to be used when I'll be walking down the aisle, walking towards my new future, a man that I love and I'll depend on for the rest of my life, my last harbor. Why this song? Because I feel that the song lyric has a special connection to me and has deep meaning towards all the loneliness that we feel in this world.


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SHE'S SOO CUTE RIGHTTT??
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Precious Memories - Cecile Corbel
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_7NGKm03sjuIN416gxhGaihgARQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_7NGKm03sjuIN416gxhGaihgARQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AwakeningTheGiantInYou/~4/TW9UUOhKRbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-night-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBQng7fCp7ImA9WhRXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605107779968736869.post-6962631624085582874</id><published>2011-12-23T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:49:13.604+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T11:49:13.604+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie I like" /><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/feeds/6962631624085582874/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-really-like-character-of-christine-in.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/6962631624085582874?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/6962631624085582874?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AwakeningTheGiantInYou/~3/9KICHttvoU8/i-really-like-character-of-christine-in.html" title="" /><author><name>ncy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598161005266012211</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/-ZncnmEv7wls/TvNkZpAhB7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/UjfooS0dwo8/s72-c/Emmy%2BRossum%2B%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I really like the character of Christine in this movie, have a strong will, but is also fragile at the same time.




Source: Internet


Say you'll share with me one love, one life time,
Say the words and I will follow you.

Love me, that's all I ask of you

Christine Daaé - Tha Phantom of The Opera
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Going for some weekend escapade: easy and relaxing one, so I want to have a holiday in my own country, book a nice hotel here, and have a spa
Being at Orchard Road at Christmas night, or anywhere in Singapore, where I can feel Christmas ambience
Being under mistletoe and kissed by 
You



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And yes, this time it is Carnation :)

Conveniently standing beside my laptop..


Anybody notice the difference of the flower vase this one and before? Yes, I have bought new vase, because the previous vase was broken when I was washing it. It was not because the vase slipped over my hands, but the connection between the bottom and the side of the vase suddenly torn off, injuring my left middle 
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It is so sweet to see them finally together.
But at the same time, I also feel bitter because then I realize that my other half is not with me. He is still somewhere out there not having been able to find me yet. 
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**

A good friend of mine is getting married tomorrow to another good friend of mine. I know them since 5 years ago? They both have been together for sometimes now (3 years?). They are one of the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ADy65JvsYeiXAdYpHMpZ82Hi4Zs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ADy65JvsYeiXAdYpHMpZ82Hi4Zs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AwakeningTheGiantInYou/~4/H5A4KjzMiRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-did-right-thing-startupquote.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHSXk5fCp7ImA9WhdaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605107779968736869.post-812046316751581264</id><published>2011-10-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:38:58.724+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T22:38:58.724+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Proverbs" /><title>Quote: about Happiness</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/feeds/812046316751581264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://under-an-oak-tree.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote-about-happiness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/812046316751581264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1605107779968736869/posts/default/812046316751581264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AwakeningTheGiantInYou/~3/Tbs3jiRWVi4/quote-about-happiness.html" title="Quote: about Happiness" /><author><name>ncy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598161005266012211</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/-_r3L_qVSsYw/TqV4Wgijy1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/urtmkpJ-iJU/s72-c/299863_10150326893293105_662563104_8399891_136642274_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Took these from someone's Facebook account. I'd like to re-quote and share to all of my friends-readers here because reading the words, I felt that I was reminded again about what the correct thing is that I should have been wanting in life, and a part of what that is about.

May you all be happy!



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No hidden fee, no additional cost. Just come and cut, for $2.4. The salon is located near to Clementi MRT, at the back of the Clementi Mall, named "Snip Avenue". However, I do not know whether the low price is because of promotional opening or will still be kept there for long time. I basically just went there, and, literally, sat just for a cut. They asked me nothing much
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Good and bad. Black and white. Lightness and darkness. Angelic and demonic.

Now, I have going out from something that most people say can "increase social status". By "going out", it means that I quit, resign, and I am just holding the same status like them (the abovementioned 'most people') now (or maybe even lower?). I do have my own reasons to quit, I have told them but 
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When I played the song just now, I just notice that there is a Chinese version of this, sung by a Malaysian artist, Nicholas Teo.

Take a look!


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So, as you all can see that some posts were missing, and no, it is not a mistake. I felt that there was something wrong in this blog that after thinking for some time, I decided to do some 'clean up'. I think that I had been not so positive and I said to myself that I must stop that cycle: the devil cycle that keeps me feared and worried because of my own 
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A good example for anybody who wants to setup a Facebook page :)
You should know that Facebook doesn't have a "Dislike" button.
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This is a book about slowing down and learning to live in the moment. To achieve this you don't need to change your lifestyle. You don't have to move to the country or to a small town in another state. You don't have to resign from your job or change your career. You don't have to stop watching Television, avoid traffic jams, cancel all social engagements, or 
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I was late, and I think we 
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At walkway inside SAM



SAM's walkway
(dunno why 
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Yesterday, when we were having Pizza for our dinner, my sis told me how she was so angry with her new boss. Her new boss was actually just at the same level as her (but has been working longer) and was just promoted about a month ago. There is something about her that irritates everyone. She always say something that make others feel bad or low, she likes to bet with the company works, her jokes
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This is my niece. She came with my aunt and her family last week.
To me, she is not just cute, but attractive :)
She's waiting for her younger brother in August.
You gotta be a good 大姐 my honey :D

*

Feeling paiseh.. I couldn't wake up early promised today, while I have my gears and bag ready the night before. Ugh, I also want to cycle, shake off some stagnant fats. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;

Just need to accept the
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