<?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-27612520</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:04:59.462+08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif'/><title type='text'>The Goddess  Syndrome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4169838432389538314</id><published>2012-01-02T09:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:04:59.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikko Yap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Soon, this website will have a new domain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;www.holygrailsyndrome.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-542q_90o_kc/TwEJ1q852WI/AAAAAAAADhQ/ycfjqABvGIg/s1600/turks+large.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-542q_90o_kc/TwEJ1q852WI/AAAAAAAADhQ/ycfjqABvGIg/s320/turks+large.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4169838432389538314?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4169838432389538314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4169838432389538314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2012/01/wwwholygrailsyndromecom.html' title='Nikko Yap'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-542q_90o_kc/TwEJ1q852WI/AAAAAAAADhQ/ycfjqABvGIg/s72-c/turks+large.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-9039820666823281427</id><published>2011-12-07T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:17:55.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/images/i/2002/49/6/b/Tranquility_Beach_Moonrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/images/i/2002/49/6/b/Tranquility_Beach_Moonrise.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Seeing and knowing you're nothing to some or to someone, especially seeing they're being nice to others and to those who tried to destroy you...&amp;nbsp;Stay calm and meek inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Blessed is the one who suffers in silence. Heaven knows who to give peace of mind to later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-9039820666823281427?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/9039820666823281427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/9039820666823281427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3437100503975468901</id><published>2011-12-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:57:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khdFP9RCQSw/TQWLvomUmSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b0yO-kS4q8A/s1600/Lifes-Not-Fair1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khdFP9RCQSw/TQWLvomUmSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b0yO-kS4q8A/s200/Lifes-Not-Fair1.png" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;What happens when someone avoids to hear your story or simply avoids you, or finds a way to reject you, only to find out later this person is partying with the people who are hurting and bullying you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Don't fret, that's life, it's never fair. But life will, sooner or later, give you who's worth your truth and great personality, someone who isn't scared to be seen with you, this person who will let you wear the crown because you deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3437100503975468901?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3437100503975468901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3437100503975468901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/12/real-angel.html' title='Real Angel'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khdFP9RCQSw/TQWLvomUmSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b0yO-kS4q8A/s72-c/Lifes-Not-Fair1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6621358321206659838</id><published>2011-11-21T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:21:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs29/f/2008/172/3/5/Medusa_Tattoo_Design_by_justchrishere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs29/f/2008/172/3/5/Medusa_Tattoo_Design_by_justchrishere.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Some "zombie" is using it the wrong way moving exactly like a snake. Sun Tzu's Art Of War is never about treachery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's always about fighting with dignity and nobleness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6621358321206659838?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6621358321206659838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6621358321206659838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3119448840397624876</id><published>2011-11-21T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:39:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainwreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glogster.com/media/4/12/62/57/12625775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://www.glogster.com/media/4/12/62/57/12625775.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;No one has the right to call themselves the smartest when the whole world knows you didn't learn from an ugly past and&amp;nbsp; is continually doomed to repeating it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Smart is when you know how to have a beautiful life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3119448840397624876?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3119448840397624876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3119448840397624876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/trainwreck.html' title='Trainwreck'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-283986257722008095</id><published>2011-11-21T04:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:07:41.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3nVXBBuNOc/Tslj5hZSs7I/AAAAAAAADg4/fAshXZJ4dDQ/s1600/hqcosmo002.large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3nVXBBuNOc/Tslj5hZSs7I/AAAAAAAADg4/fAshXZJ4dDQ/s400/hqcosmo002.large.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;This man who has traveled to different parts of this world suddenly told me, a great beauty is one that is recognized not just in your own region or the masses in your country but internationally, you know when she goes&amp;nbsp; to the great places of North America or Europe, she still look stunningly beautiful and does not look ordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And from that point on, I thought of Aishwarya Rai, Penelope Cruz, Salma Hayek, Eva Longoria, Dawn Zulueta, and Angelina Jolie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-283986257722008095?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/283986257722008095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/283986257722008095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3nVXBBuNOc/Tslj5hZSs7I/AAAAAAAADg4/fAshXZJ4dDQ/s72-c/hqcosmo002.large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5604312264145380803</id><published>2011-11-21T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:31:00.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice What You Preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asli-indian.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/fake.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://asli-indian.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/fake.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It's disturbing and creepy when someone shouts to any social network the words of God almost everyday, hears mass regularly, goes to a spiritual journey and yet this person wakes up and plan on how to to directly or indirectly insult others whenever this person has a chance, or proudly tell the world about their sexual escapades with different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'd rather be judged at first sight as a snob, cold and opinionated and with less effort prove them wrong later than convince people I am a saint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5604312264145380803?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5604312264145380803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5604312264145380803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/practice-what-you-preach.html' title='Practice What You Preach'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-103484692100918272</id><published>2011-11-21T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:32:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I was brought up by my parents instilling in me to honor any point of difference anywhere I go to or whoever I mingle with. That in itself shows my parents' good breed and class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;One can go shout to the world she's target-shooting or parasailing or traveling outside the country for as long as she wants to when she can afford it and is not stealing money somewhere funding her luxuries in life - respect this diversity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Another shouts to the world her offensive, rude and rowdy nature to hit out directly or indirectly on someone. Do you expect respect and sympathy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;See the huge difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-103484692100918272?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/103484692100918272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/103484692100918272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/huge-difference.html' title='Huge Difference'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5671348610951448955</id><published>2011-11-21T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:21:07.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Come From Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLlbBBrq970/TslS-YGLspI/AAAAAAAADgw/O2uWbQNHaOc/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLlbBBrq970/TslS-YGLspI/AAAAAAAADgw/O2uWbQNHaOc/s200/a.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When a story or rumor about me, any supposed decision or line from me is leaked or spread or whispered and been told around... Trust that, a truly smart person receiving it should know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That the validity and truth and version to it should come from my own mouth. Only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5671348610951448955?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5671348610951448955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5671348610951448955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/should-come-from-me.html' title='Should Come From Me'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLlbBBrq970/TslS-YGLspI/AAAAAAAADgw/O2uWbQNHaOc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6323657444332560514</id><published>2011-11-21T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T04:20:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zxt3_QNsw/TslLjfG0DUI/AAAAAAAADgg/mmpdUCtfShQ/s1600/sleeping+beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zxt3_QNsw/TslLjfG0DUI/AAAAAAAADgg/mmpdUCtfShQ/s200/sleeping+beauty.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I had been asked for the millionth time, "What is your beauty secret?", it does not shock me anymore. I only go to a dermatologist when an acne flares up on that time of the month. Topical skin treatments is a temporary solution. Tomato and carrot juice and milk has always been a good supplement. Sunscreen is the magic. However if you lack this one great solution, trust me, you will notice you already looked matronly and wrinkled and haggard in your twenties, imagine yourself as thirty something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sleep is the best beauty treatment. Enough sleep, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6323657444332560514?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6323657444332560514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6323657444332560514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zxt3_QNsw/TslLjfG0DUI/AAAAAAAADgg/mmpdUCtfShQ/s72-c/sleeping+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3148015386258305142</id><published>2011-11-14T07:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:14:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Heart's Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPCZKHJ0fZQ/TsBSBfHhpRI/AAAAAAAADgY/lNVK3k9aNe0/s1600/unnamed--1b8dbeee29-975x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPCZKHJ0fZQ/TsBSBfHhpRI/AAAAAAAADgY/lNVK3k9aNe0/s200/unnamed--1b8dbeee29-975x550.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She conceals her heart in places where people don't dare seek. Because they do not want to trace it in places where they think she will not dare go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The paradox of her life - read the fine prints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3148015386258305142?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3148015386258305142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3148015386258305142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/her-hearts-paradox.html' title='Her Heart&apos;s Paradox'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPCZKHJ0fZQ/TsBSBfHhpRI/AAAAAAAADgY/lNVK3k9aNe0/s72-c/unnamed--1b8dbeee29-975x550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2871211551809830867</id><published>2011-11-14T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:13:18.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdmj4B9nGeE/TsBKjtkbOaI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Xjp1PL7fDbc/s1600/40584906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdmj4B9nGeE/TsBKjtkbOaI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Xjp1PL7fDbc/s200/40584906.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Why do smart, deep men prefer her instead? Because her mouth is not where her actual mouth is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Her mouth is in her heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2871211551809830867?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2871211551809830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2871211551809830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/wise.html' title='Wise'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdmj4B9nGeE/TsBKjtkbOaI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Xjp1PL7fDbc/s72-c/40584906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1410002137424724230</id><published>2011-11-12T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:17:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2008/10/STAR100808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2008/10/STAR100808.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I read this somewhere: "Rumors are carried by haters, spread by fools, and accepted by idiots." &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this is a classic truth haters will never realize it's never classy and it's forever disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1410002137424724230?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1410002137424724230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1410002137424724230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/classic-haters.html' title='Classic Haters'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8219976855765104410</id><published>2011-11-11T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:31:03.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2m-cVais6Ec/TryWpvWMfEI/AAAAAAAADf4/_3EX3UkWWyU/s1600/710074_f496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2m-cVais6Ec/TryWpvWMfEI/AAAAAAAADf4/_3EX3UkWWyU/s200/710074_f496.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's deemed as dangerous by men. Once a man gets in, there's no way out, even when she leaves him. And his life will never be the same again. But she knows this man she can't read, a man she can't be dangerous to, a man who's sensitive to the thorns engulfing her - her pain, a man she can't corrupt, a man she does not have the courage to break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because he has something mysterious in him that scares her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8219976855765104410?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8219976855765104410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8219976855765104410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/his-mystery.html' title='His Mystery'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2m-cVais6Ec/TryWpvWMfEI/AAAAAAAADf4/_3EX3UkWWyU/s72-c/710074_f496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3906535002596894536</id><published>2011-11-10T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:01:17.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/chained-dark-red-rose-robin-lynne-schwind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/chained-dark-red-rose-robin-lynne-schwind.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Crowned and Cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3906535002596894536?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3906535002596894536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3906535002596894536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/and.html' title='AND'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-574008717534936909</id><published>2011-11-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:39:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned</title><content type='html'>Disappointed. Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-574008717534936909?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/574008717534936909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/574008717534936909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/11/disillusioned.html' title='Disillusioned'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3720033028296067557</id><published>2011-10-27T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:29:16.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Her Fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwPa1xF8onc/TqizwtyzrVI/AAAAAAAADfw/uzn4KFq4LWU/s1600/261559_146100468799561_128540677222207_309870_1488714_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwPa1xF8onc/TqizwtyzrVI/AAAAAAAADfw/uzn4KFq4LWU/s400/261559_146100468799561_128540677222207_309870_1488714_n.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It's not her fault that in her life, many smart people would take the punches for her. She doesn't even have to be a drama queen with them. It's when she cannot be bought, she does not kiss ass, she doesn't have to get their attention too much and she practice what she preaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3720033028296067557?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3720033028296067557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3720033028296067557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/not-her-fault.html' title='Not Her Fault'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwPa1xF8onc/TqizwtyzrVI/AAAAAAAADfw/uzn4KFq4LWU/s72-c/261559_146100468799561_128540677222207_309870_1488714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3681719764546489420</id><published>2011-10-23T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:07:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting, ei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elianor.net/images/photos/traitor%20like%20judas%20logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://www.elianor.net/images/photos/traitor%20like%20judas%20logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;What do you call someone that&lt;br /&gt;betrays you for personal interests,&lt;br /&gt;or  for envy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fungus that feeds on the pond scum.&lt;br /&gt;The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up&lt;br /&gt;the fungus that feeds on the pond scum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3681719764546489420?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3681719764546489420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3681719764546489420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/disgusting-ei.html' title='Disgusting, ei?'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8705846090329463395</id><published>2011-10-23T07:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:54:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross The Sea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8705846090329463395?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8705846090329463395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8705846090329463395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/you-cant-cross-sea-merely-by-standing.html' title='Cross The Sea!'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3943500308563514303</id><published>2011-10-23T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:28:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goddessnikko.com/2007/05/that-man.html" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Click here - Reposting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3943500308563514303?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3943500308563514303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3943500308563514303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/that-man.html' title='That Man!'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3236537869781864903</id><published>2011-10-19T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:07:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invite To Her Turf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zfwW0uFLQA/Tp4wuXAr0KI/AAAAAAAADfo/wZ0kX-Ymd_w/s1600/boardfull_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zfwW0uFLQA/Tp4wuXAr0KI/AAAAAAAADfo/wZ0kX-Ymd_w/s200/boardfull_lg.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The human mind is her recreation area reserved for pleasure. Her playing field.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Come to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Domain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3236537869781864903?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3236537869781864903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3236537869781864903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/invite-to-her-turf.html' title='An Invite To Her Turf'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zfwW0uFLQA/Tp4wuXAr0KI/AAAAAAAADfo/wZ0kX-Ymd_w/s72-c/boardfull_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4471511775988645924</id><published>2011-10-13T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:59:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfyNDhDaSh4/TpZJCbBLMHI/AAAAAAAADfg/ha1PYyCYcQw/s1600/Monroe-Pink-FP2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfyNDhDaSh4/TpZJCbBLMHI/AAAAAAAADfg/ha1PYyCYcQw/s200/Monroe-Pink-FP2009.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She bumped into one of her father's sealed mobile phone bills three weeks ago in one of her visits at her parents' home. Weeks passed and still, she could not get the courage to open it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As she knows she will find painful answers and secrets in there that will ruin her relationship with the man she trusted the most, her stronghold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4471511775988645924?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4471511775988645924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4471511775988645924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/deceit.html' title='Deceit'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfyNDhDaSh4/TpZJCbBLMHI/AAAAAAAADfg/ha1PYyCYcQw/s72-c/Monroe-Pink-FP2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1608915375708123487</id><published>2011-10-13T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:48:21.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JwkOEAQCvwM/TpZDTlDUIHI/AAAAAAAADfY/663g_92jRh8/s1600/91473974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JwkOEAQCvwM/TpZDTlDUIHI/AAAAAAAADfY/663g_92jRh8/s200/91473974.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He has this aura, character and personality that made her decide, this is the only man she can't insult or be sarcastic to. The man she can't give her bummer retorts to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A man of few words, never cocky, unassuming, kind yet mysterious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1608915375708123487?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1608915375708123487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1608915375708123487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/kind.html' title='KIND'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JwkOEAQCvwM/TpZDTlDUIHI/AAAAAAAADfY/663g_92jRh8/s72-c/91473974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3730787515851006078</id><published>2011-10-07T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:00:35.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Naggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZCvubnkzsc/SbhmiqDTpjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1_xqEEa-m5o/s400/nagger.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZCvubnkzsc/SbhmiqDTpjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1_xqEEa-m5o/s320/nagger.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It's hair-raising when lie-versions of suspects are grander than the truth. The acting of being the victim&amp;nbsp; and twisting stories is superb - a very classic case of defense mechanism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But what's more hair-raising is when the one who speaks the truth calmly kills them with a positive energy - poised and serene, and talks with great sense -the smart ones will cheer on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3730787515851006078?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3730787515851006078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3730787515851006078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/10/angry-naggers.html' title='Angry Naggers'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZCvubnkzsc/SbhmiqDTpjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1_xqEEa-m5o/s72-c/nagger.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1297150840058274720</id><published>2011-09-29T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:01:57.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A Great Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2hwvPbsIQ/ToPDbAU0ajI/AAAAAAAADes/No80NncBOQU/s1600/leadership-150x150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2hwvPbsIQ/ToPDbAU0ajI/AAAAAAAADes/No80NncBOQU/s1600/leadership-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A great leader or manager is someone who has the natural ability of knowing&amp;nbsp; the good guys from the bad guys even when surrounded by dishonest and corrupt people pretending to be genuine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Finally, in years, I found one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1297150840058274720?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1297150840058274720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1297150840058274720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/finally-great-leader.html' title='Finally, A Great Leader'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2hwvPbsIQ/ToPDbAU0ajI/AAAAAAAADes/No80NncBOQU/s72-c/leadership-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7912223805252535342</id><published>2011-09-26T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:33:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"STALKERS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255746532l/6994579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255746532l/6994579.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Wonder why there are people who give so much time talking about you or knowing your background while you don't give a damn about them at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Disgusting when you're the topic or some people talk about you while you don't even remember they exist or you're already ignoring them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7912223805252535342?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7912223805252535342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7912223805252535342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/stalkers.html' title='&quot;STALKERS&quot;'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5390026363762070694</id><published>2011-09-22T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T06:39:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cured Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Y03Pc8LGI/TnvTQJfkJsI/AAAAAAAADeY/fXIXq1QfXjw/s1600/stock-photo-red-pill-filled-with-hearts-9282988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Y03Pc8LGI/TnvTQJfkJsI/AAAAAAAADeY/fXIXq1QfXjw/s200/stock-photo-red-pill-filled-with-hearts-9282988.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are some things in life that can only be cured by a great guy wearing a nice shirt in one of her favorite colors today. Not purple, nor white or gold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Make a wild guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5390026363762070694?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5390026363762070694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5390026363762070694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/cured-today.html' title='Cured Today'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Y03Pc8LGI/TnvTQJfkJsI/AAAAAAAADeY/fXIXq1QfXjw/s72-c/stock-photo-red-pill-filled-with-hearts-9282988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2333974913059384802</id><published>2011-09-11T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:05:59.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Watching National Geographic Channel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; "A Day To Remember 9/11" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2333974913059384802?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2333974913059384802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2333974913059384802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2168093250742281368</id><published>2011-09-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:45:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxzELf0l_74/TmTKqdYOTGI/AAAAAAAADeU/dXYVkrokW98/s1600/hx1pzgpohebmc58pkuim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxzELf0l_74/TmTKqdYOTGI/AAAAAAAADeU/dXYVkrokW98/s320/hx1pzgpohebmc58pkuim.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Someone told me, to never run away, as only the weak dies out. He woke my true self, where the strength lies inside my heart. And wiping the tears away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have the power to face the battle with integrity and grace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2168093250742281368?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2168093250742281368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2168093250742281368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/inside-my-heart.html' title='Inside My Heart'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxzELf0l_74/TmTKqdYOTGI/AAAAAAAADeU/dXYVkrokW98/s72-c/hx1pzgpohebmc58pkuim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7623451072477026155</id><published>2011-09-02T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:01:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetly Bugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqqhQKYUD-I/TmA4tPCPSLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/6SWLISOMZe4/s1600/Unreadable_BACK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqqhQKYUD-I/TmA4tPCPSLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/6SWLISOMZe4/s200/Unreadable_BACK.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She had a great talk with a great man days ago. She just wondered, when the rest of the world thinks she's mysterious, and when she thought she can read anyone, there's this man whose words she understand and liked but there's something about him that's mysterious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Since then, each time she sees him, the mystery sweetly bugs her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7623451072477026155?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7623451072477026155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7623451072477026155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/09/sweetly-bugging.html' title='Sweetly Bugging'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqqhQKYUD-I/TmA4tPCPSLI/AAAAAAAADeQ/6SWLISOMZe4/s72-c/Unreadable_BACK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6243307964363819739</id><published>2011-08-29T08:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:15:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lISHfn2yZPs/TlrYW76shgI/AAAAAAAADeM/ViQ4zRvDNDY/s1600/ouv3prqpx6pwrppu-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lISHfn2yZPs/TlrYW76shgI/AAAAAAAADeM/ViQ4zRvDNDY/s320/ouv3prqpx6pwrppu-1.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;There will never be a time when something or someone will have her over a barrel. She can leave anything or anyone behind for good reasons, and she doesn't do the waiting game, or will she ever be in a moment of confusion. She makes decisions fast and good. She doesn't dwell on lost great loves but she will get what she wants. She can play stupid to see how others rant&amp;nbsp; about things, things she already have or know - and she remains silent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If you want to stick around with her, trust that, you're safe when she's behind you - you won't have to worry about a knife hitting your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6243307964363819739?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6243307964363819739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6243307964363819739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/powerful.html' title='Powerful'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lISHfn2yZPs/TlrYW76shgI/AAAAAAAADeM/ViQ4zRvDNDY/s72-c/ouv3prqpx6pwrppu-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6646016753123050153</id><published>2011-08-29T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:43:59.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SH_OjIo0cD0/TlrSqOxOdRI/AAAAAAAADeI/yDBMcXCvcyA/s1600/p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SH_OjIo0cD0/TlrSqOxOdRI/AAAAAAAADeI/yDBMcXCvcyA/s200/p.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Because of&amp;nbsp; her long &lt;span class="st"&gt;endurance under difficult circumstances, she has escaped a huge magnitude of distress and extreme affliction. Nothing breaks her soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;And this annoys those who wish her harm and pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6646016753123050153?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6646016753123050153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6646016753123050153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/her-endurance.html' title='Her Endurance'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SH_OjIo0cD0/TlrSqOxOdRI/AAAAAAAADeI/yDBMcXCvcyA/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1264067273769600202</id><published>2011-08-29T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:27:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Living A Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqcch2O0L71qzvb4yo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqcch2O0L71qzvb4yo1_500.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She was taught to face any reality since she was a little girl to avoid getting hurt, hence, the truth never hurts her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Trust that, you free your soul when you're skipping out on living a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1264067273769600202?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1264067273769600202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1264067273769600202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/stop-living-lie.html' title='Stop Living A Lie'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6656165202463520297</id><published>2011-08-29T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:20:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Of The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;When you're playing a dangerous game, ask yourself these:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Are there rules in it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;How high is the wager?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;And do you know when to quit and if the timing is right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fTsRLFYNA/TlrMynxN9YI/AAAAAAAADeE/PqUv5L_oYRQ/s1600/banner+master+of+game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fTsRLFYNA/TlrMynxN9YI/AAAAAAAADeE/PqUv5L_oYRQ/s320/banner+master+of+game.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In the end,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you consider it the grandest of games when no one gets hurt while you run circles around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because no matter how you finish first and you left the one you've always wanted,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;why get in to begin with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6656165202463520297?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6656165202463520297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6656165202463520297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/master-of-game.html' title='Master Of The Game'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2fTsRLFYNA/TlrMynxN9YI/AAAAAAAADeE/PqUv5L_oYRQ/s72-c/banner+master+of+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8060750710263884895</id><published>2011-08-09T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:29:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Her Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeoboi.ru/images/uhmilka-angelini-joli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.freeoboi.ru/images/uhmilka-angelini-joli.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She was on the phone with her father today- a very rare event. He told her, "Remember what I taught you, let your "enemies" hate you, hurt you, throw bad words at you or behind you, but never halt them when they are doing mistakes and you know deep down why."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When they were done talking, there weren't tears on her face but a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Smirk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8060750710263884895?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8060750710263884895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8060750710263884895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/on-her-face.html' title='On Her Face'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7009535518349547421</id><published>2011-08-09T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:14:58.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoforum.ru/f/photo.th/000/111/111406_52.th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.photoforum.ru/f/photo.th/000/111/111406_52.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It has been said that a flatterer is a secret enemy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7009535518349547421?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7009535518349547421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7009535518349547421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/secret-enemy.html' title='Secret Enemy'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3170384138586152854</id><published>2011-08-09T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:49:49.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure His Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fSOIkbaMQQ/TkBL2lib1QI/AAAAAAAADds/IKjdujWudT8/s1600/9259475-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fSOIkbaMQQ/TkBL2lib1QI/AAAAAAAADds/IKjdujWudT8/s1600/9259475-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Every man has their own fears. If he let you go just like that and whether he regrets it or not won't matter. You don't look back - he's not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;That kind of fear in itself where he can't afford to let you go because he truly cares, no matter how a devil he can be in other aspects of life, keep him still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So measure his fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3170384138586152854?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3170384138586152854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3170384138586152854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/measure-his-fear.html' title='Measure His Fear'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fSOIkbaMQQ/TkBL2lib1QI/AAAAAAAADds/IKjdujWudT8/s72-c/9259475-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4071699886203265249</id><published>2011-08-09T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:21:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scenicreflections.com/ithumbs/Beyond_Beauty_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://www.scenicreflections.com/ithumbs/Beyond_Beauty_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Truthfully, she puts wall around her to know who would be man enough to destroy them or break them down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This way, she'd know which man would care enough to see beyond her attractive looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4071699886203265249?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4071699886203265249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4071699886203265249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/beyond.html' title='Beyond'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5447880024725742483</id><published>2011-08-09T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:17:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegeminigeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Algebra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://www.thegeminigeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Algebra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She now remember, her last semester in college, she finally learned to love Modern Algebra, and she sorta excelled in it. Years later, she must admit, it didn't matter now, as she knows in reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; There's no such thing as Algebra in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5447880024725742483?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5447880024725742483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5447880024725742483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/algebra.html' title='Algebra'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8834066139197893295</id><published>2011-08-09T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T03:57:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMU8YPE9krI/TkA_lHXWRuI/AAAAAAAADdo/UWwi0R6_z4k/s1600/Pandora-pandora-marta-dahlig-girl-1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMU8YPE9krI/TkA_lHXWRuI/AAAAAAAADdo/UWwi0R6_z4k/s200/Pandora-pandora-marta-dahlig-girl-1600x1200.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So she's like the moon - there's always that part of the moon she does not want others to uncover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's probably better not to see it though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8834066139197893295?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8834066139197893295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8834066139197893295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/lot-better.html' title='A Lot Better'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMU8YPE9krI/TkA_lHXWRuI/AAAAAAAADdo/UWwi0R6_z4k/s72-c/Pandora-pandora-marta-dahlig-girl-1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4504863789659741513</id><published>2011-08-09T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T03:54:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her White and Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqFO-TDHfTU/TkA-wd1yE2I/AAAAAAAADdk/R_-VIzPMxDA/s1600/432889651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqFO-TDHfTU/TkA-wd1yE2I/AAAAAAAADdk/R_-VIzPMxDA/s200/432889651.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her personality shines through her looks, like in the way she walks, her poise, when she stares hard at you (which rarely happens), her honesty, her giggles - it's a come-hither over-all-personality that makes you want to run up to her and hug her tight and put her on a throne...and less than a minute after, only to be disappointed by her other side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Her exclusive, "Leave me alone" look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4504863789659741513?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4504863789659741513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4504863789659741513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/her-white-and-black.html' title='Her White and Black'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqFO-TDHfTU/TkA-wd1yE2I/AAAAAAAADdk/R_-VIzPMxDA/s72-c/432889651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6480066438069137696</id><published>2011-08-09T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T03:22:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Limit Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinablog.cc/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/einstein_baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://chinablog.cc/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/einstein_baby.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When my nephew and niece start to speak their minds, I listen intently, I'm never a pundit. Because surprisingly, I learn new and smart things from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't limit them to my own knowledge and learning for they were born in another time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6480066438069137696?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6480066438069137696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6480066438069137696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/never-limit-them.html' title='Never Limit Them'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6782251835595834555</id><published>2011-08-09T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:52:22.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Loves Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOECWOTqTEE/TkA0ee0mt2I/AAAAAAAADdg/Pt6XRykOhvk/s1600/blessed_FC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOECWOTqTEE/TkA0ee0mt2I/AAAAAAAADdg/Pt6XRykOhvk/s200/blessed_FC.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When she found out a year ago he was going to give her the push, she wasn't going to tell him, "Whatever floats your boat!" So she had to push off post-haste, and that led her to a better, grand place where people accepted her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Heaven loves her, big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6782251835595834555?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6782251835595834555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6782251835595834555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/heaven-loves-her.html' title='Heaven Loves Her'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOECWOTqTEE/TkA0ee0mt2I/AAAAAAAADdg/Pt6XRykOhvk/s72-c/blessed_FC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8134730729263577791</id><published>2011-08-09T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:49:37.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End-Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icehousecrafts.com/shop/images/uploads/im_right_youre_wrong_deal_with_it.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://icehousecrafts.com/shop/images/uploads/im_right_youre_wrong_deal_with_it.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;To shut people up - those who misjudge her first off, she shows them her worst first. And later appears her true kind heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She loves the end-result each time she proves them wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8134730729263577791?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8134730729263577791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8134730729263577791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/end-result.html' title='End-Result'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-847321926411047347</id><published>2011-08-09T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:37:52.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effortless Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWE522u8Dhk/TkAssSXBrHI/AAAAAAAADdc/RCmEKoi0HoM/s1600/9759347346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWE522u8Dhk/TkAssSXBrHI/AAAAAAAADdc/RCmEKoi0HoM/s320/9759347346.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;You're beautiful if you don't need a rich guy spends huge on your beauty products, wardrobe, and elite home address...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Have you heard of beauty with less effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-847321926411047347?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/847321926411047347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/847321926411047347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/effortless-beauty.html' title='Effortless Beauty'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWE522u8Dhk/TkAssSXBrHI/AAAAAAAADdc/RCmEKoi0HoM/s72-c/9759347346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8204658424701403744</id><published>2011-08-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:19:34.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Who I Really Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOBZcVdMDI8/TkAolGGFfpI/AAAAAAAADdY/yE6z0j1CBzs/s1600/90795025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOBZcVdMDI8/TkAolGGFfpI/AAAAAAAADdY/yE6z0j1CBzs/s200/90795025.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People kept telling her to stop suppressing her feelings and stop being cold. Well, she told them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"This is not who I am when I am with great loves!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8204658424701403744?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8204658424701403744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8204658424701403744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/not-who-i-really-am.html' title='Not Who I Really Am'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOBZcVdMDI8/TkAolGGFfpI/AAAAAAAADdY/yE6z0j1CBzs/s72-c/90795025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5563504423674526145</id><published>2011-08-09T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:26:48.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majority Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaexkGfexcQ/TkAlZjWm2UI/AAAAAAAADdU/hCmDX1N3iMI/s1600/hqcosmo000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaexkGfexcQ/TkAlZjWm2UI/AAAAAAAADdU/hCmDX1N3iMI/s400/hqcosmo000.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Amazing that in a family of pretty and sexy sisters and cousins, all are never promiscuous and are all one-man women, non-social climbers or gold diggers. Because to them, there's more to true love and real happiness than skin whitening products, showing off your Macbooks at Starbucks, marrying guys with names, and social-climbing or hustling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's about self-respect and a clean dignity the majority of the world will accept and worship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5563504423674526145?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5563504423674526145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5563504423674526145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/majority-of-world.html' title='Majority Of The World'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaexkGfexcQ/TkAlZjWm2UI/AAAAAAAADdU/hCmDX1N3iMI/s72-c/hqcosmo000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5495802028634172596</id><published>2011-08-08T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:43:19.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labsafety.com/images/regular/Emergency-Exit-Only-LSS-_i_42299.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.labsafety.com/images/regular/Emergency-Exit-Only-LSS-_i_42299.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It was the engagement party, yes for the nth time, she got engaged again. Until she walked out and bailed out on him again - the same guy who had been patient with her for the longest time. She ran far, really far, and reached out to some crazy person to take the anger, pain, and lies away from her. And went to watch the golden hour alone somewhere thinking how she put him to the hurt locker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;For her, there can only be one man in her heart. Only one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5495802028634172596?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5495802028634172596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5495802028634172596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/her-exit.html' title='Her Exit'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8507180649621731227</id><published>2011-08-02T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:23:35.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Stopped Being A Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyBeRtkmVi0/TEJfNdXxbmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKOCK3CNaoQ/s1600-R/Darkness_Falls_by_ThisYearsGirl%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyBeRtkmVi0/TEJfNdXxbmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKOCK3CNaoQ/s320-R/Darkness_Falls_by_ThisYearsGirl%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She Missed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Playing the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Ballet dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Running around USC Girls' High's quadrangle in the rain her uniform soaking wet with "This Used To Be My Playground" as the soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Sitting on the tip of a dry stone dike at this beach at night on a full moon listening to Enigma, and jumps in the water naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Climbing down from the terrace that leads to the garage roof and&amp;nbsp; down to her father's off road pick-up truck and unto the ground only to be caught by the security guard telling her, "Your father will kill me if I let you go out." And she bribes him, while her girlfriends wait for her outside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Stealing her father's sedan with younger sis, they have to push it back hard from the garage while the guard is snoring in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Her nanny who was forced to leave when her parents found out she was smuggling letters and gifts from a guy for her when she was sixteen&amp;nbsp; and each time she goes back to Mindanao in the past, she'd visit her nanny who's aging - imagine the tears and hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Visiting her mother's estate early in the morning when she's vacationing in Mindanao, and watch the sun rises - she can't forget that nice feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Going to her father's grand clan reunion, the best! Usually last for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Visiting her maternal grandparents' grave. They were the kindest and meek and real people she have ever known, maybe she got her kind heart from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She realized and ironic that, life stopped being a party when she opted the corporate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="20" src="http://static.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://dc183.4shared.com/img/230773934/ea9d6066/dlink__2Fdownload_2Fuq7jTzgy_3Ftsid_3D20110802-022131-b78b9754/preview.mp3&amp;amp;image=http://www.musicdumper.com/lg.jpg&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;%3Cbr%3Efrontcolor=#FF0000&amp;lightcolor=#FF0000&amp;backcolor=0x1E0B02" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8507180649621731227?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8507180649621731227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8507180649621731227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/08/life-stopped-being-party-when.html' title='Life Stopped Being A Party'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyBeRtkmVi0/TEJfNdXxbmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKOCK3CNaoQ/s72-Rc/Darkness_Falls_by_ThisYearsGirl%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5152711945826316858</id><published>2011-07-29T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:35:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscenely Irresistible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;She's lady-like, she has a regal walk, a feminine poise - graceful, well-respected&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;and intimidating, yet... she's not one of those girls who'd&amp;nbsp; shrieked,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh my gosh, I love your purse where did you buy that?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pkDS90V3Qo/TjIcCSf4XqI/AAAAAAAADdQ/h-7zgUxhpZI/s1600/eva_mendes_20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pkDS90V3Qo/TjIcCSf4XqI/AAAAAAAADdQ/h-7zgUxhpZI/s320/eva_mendes_20.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;When you get to know her, she's one of the guys, she's your buddy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;she's crazy funny, she has hair-raising retorts that imply coolness and intelligence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;While the rest loves Twilight or the Titanic, she digs The Godfather, Scarface, Clear and Present Danger, Spy Games and Schindler's List. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And due to that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;first-rate men find her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;enticingly unconventional and obscenely irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5152711945826316858?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5152711945826316858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5152711945826316858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/07/obscenely-irresistible.html' title='Obscenely Irresistible'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pkDS90V3Qo/TjIcCSf4XqI/AAAAAAAADdQ/h-7zgUxhpZI/s72-c/eva_mendes_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1116812596659039998</id><published>2011-07-26T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:50:44.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58yq8bhGKe0/Ti4dJE83thI/AAAAAAAADdM/mEWAnMN9kwQ/s1600/Violet-Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58yq8bhGKe0/Ti4dJE83thI/AAAAAAAADdM/mEWAnMN9kwQ/s320/Violet-Night.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's missing her past, her high school and college days, the music back then, the real friends who stood by her still, her travels, the family gatherings anywhere- All good things in the past. She misses going back to her parents' hometown - she stopped going just when she moved out and opted the corporate life...it's been six years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She put a huge smile on her face each time her skills and brains get recognized at work, or goes home from a crazy and fun club party, or after a beach party, but the past&amp;nbsp; have been calling her and memories haunting her for the past weeks. She missed the little girl in her, when she was soft. She needs to go back to those places to reconnect with her true self. Put a closure or look for answers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She will return to the past...alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1116812596659039998?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1116812596659039998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1116812596659039998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/07/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58yq8bhGKe0/Ti4dJE83thI/AAAAAAAADdM/mEWAnMN9kwQ/s72-c/Violet-Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1272525075303856765</id><published>2011-07-26T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:11:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyC0a8vzLKI/SfXQF6IStoI/AAAAAAAAASg/wX_EX01wZ_A/s320/MysteryMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyC0a8vzLKI/SfXQF6IStoI/AAAAAAAAASg/wX_EX01wZ_A/s200/MysteryMan.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She terribly misses someone else. And she has this music for him in her heart, it's cool like how she'd always feel great when she's on top of the hill on a really cold night or golden hour, raining or when the moon is shining, yes this feeling in her heart she can't explain, it's cold yet euphoric. Except...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She does not know which guy she misses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1272525075303856765?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1272525075303856765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1272525075303856765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/07/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyC0a8vzLKI/SfXQF6IStoI/AAAAAAAAASg/wX_EX01wZ_A/s72-c/MysteryMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-626366305365578146</id><published>2011-07-11T06:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:21:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vodka Didn't Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C61uZKoSgCQ/Thoy08QaccI/AAAAAAAADcM/IYMJ5bnMCK8/s1600/the-girl-and-the-moon-girl-moon-1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C61uZKoSgCQ/Thoy08QaccI/AAAAAAAADcM/IYMJ5bnMCK8/s400/the-girl-and-the-moon-girl-moon-1600x1200.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her father's P.S. (personal secretary for God knows how long) for drinks one night in the hope she'd get something out of her, this time doubting her own self she's the ONLY one who holds his own secrets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;And over bottles of Corona Beer at one of her favorite cozy bars where no D.O.Ms or crazy young foreigners hounding or staring at her - where she can hide each time she wants to have some drink and peace while in a serious "meeting"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: So how's your children and your husband? (She rarely do small talks, but she has to, no matter how bored she was.) I heard they're in college now and both have turned out smart and really nice boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.:&amp;nbsp; Oh Yes! Your&amp;nbsp; father is gearing one of them to take up law and one day work for him. You know take care of things for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Shaking her head slowly and with a serious tone) Even at his age, he thinks he's still going to run things grand? Don't he know I will run things once he's gone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: I think that's what he is doing now, making things easier for you when he is gone, though one of those nights when he seriously sits on his favorite chair in the dark is when he knows you're more evil than him and you can do things he's never done before when he's gone. As he said, he fears God, and the Devil is never your enemy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Stared hard at the P.S for a minute or two with a poker face but there's a thunder in her heart, not the angry kind, but the disappointed kind.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S: Come on, the entire clan see you as such since. You have been compared to one of your male cousins who was all over the news in the past, except you're female, you can't blame your father for somehow thinking about it, but one thing he says each time he gets angry at home, and slaps the words to your siblings, YOU ARE the one who can be trusted the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Still with a poker face, she took a deep breathe, looked away and took another sip...bowed her head, and stared at the crown logo of the beer and said...) You know and everyone knows...I am my father's daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S: You play dangerous games, he choose his games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: I have changed over the years - Six years. You have no idea how it hurts so much breathing with so much patience, proving to him I can be more trusted. I play a weird game of losing or leaving my family to prove to the world and grandma I can blend in, and that it's okay to bleed red, or it's alright to break my own heart. Over the years, you know, it has been a good practice. I'm more sane. It's not like I'm a psycho peeling people's scalp out of their skulls or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: I know, but there's something about you, it's your dangerous games that break the soul of those who love you, and often, you're too numb to care, imagine the years wasted those people has given you in the hope you'd love them or care for them back.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes, you are the topic at home when your father is not around, your mother asks us she wonders who or what changed you finally, or temporarily, and one of us had our own guesses, it's the guessing game only you have the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Softly she said...) It was probably that someone who put me to hell years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: (With a frown on her face, clearly confused...) No one can put you to hell, but if this person did, well, the effect was good. Can we give this person a medal for it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: Hell holds me to heaven. You do not know that, but father does. Don't mention this to him, it would hurt his ego it wasn't him who changed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.S.: Was it a man?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: Drink your beer, want another bottle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: Of course, conversations like this rarely happen, you know when you're trying to open your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: How's politics in our region, since the presidential election? Are we gearing up for the next one? Hope father has given up on me getting into politics. I am probably not the devil's enemy but I want peace of mind most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: He has not given up on that but it's not his priority though. He doesn't want someone "evil" running things around back in ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: Lol. Keep telling him that, I am not sure, maybe because he is aging, huh? LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her:&amp;nbsp; But his choices in women, or girls... has it withered? Who is this  girl, is it true, she lives&amp;nbsp; in Cebu now, this girl from Manila? I mean  seriously, nearer his daughters??? Is he trying to feed her to the wild dogs? What was he thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S: Hahahaha. Whoever told you these lies, come on, he has never admitted that or disgrace his daughters, he fears you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: You're a wife, a mother and daughter. Where is your stance? Is this about money and profession?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: I will not be the one to ruin this family, please....I am sorry, I do not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: Oh you know father has somehow lost the magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: Hahahaha. You underestimate him, he is wiser and his political tactics is grander and awesome day by day.(She moved closer, as if whispering...) He endorsed two presidents back in 2010. Both are related to each other you know who. (This time she whispers more..) Come on, one of your grandfathers was a political tactician to the more famous one's parents, do you honestly think your father is going to go astray??? Except he secretly endorsed the one who won. The secrecy was part of the game, he knew who was winning. You didn't beat him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Her face went red, dumb-founded...whispered...) Damn it. Why was I left in the dark. Does mother know? Or anyone else? (Signaled to the waiter and ordered Vodka.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S: Yes. You're the only one who didn't know. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: Why???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.: He likes it that when your family wore green, and just because they're your family, you went there wearing yellow alone with a huge smile on your face. Remember on his birthday he sent words for you not to wear yellow, you respected his birthday by wearing pink, and he wore yellow for you? Forever, he will test your will and dignity and principles at any given situation or events. He is most proud of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her: (Was silent for five minutes maybe..thinking.) He is truly the best man in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She went home with tears in her eyes and thunder in her heart (the painful and happy kind).&amp;nbsp; Normally it would numb her, but oddly, the vodka didn't help tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-626366305365578146?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/626366305365578146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/626366305365578146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/07/vodka-didnt-help.html' title='The Vodka Didn&apos;t Help'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C61uZKoSgCQ/Thoy08QaccI/AAAAAAAADcM/IYMJ5bnMCK8/s72-c/the-girl-and-the-moon-girl-moon-1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5621238315696903378</id><published>2011-07-08T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:42:32.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Not Support Insecurities In Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLSulNt-z4/TeJwMEZMCQI/AAAAAAAALME/5NATwEKkWG4/s1600/Brad-Pitt-considering-marriage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLSulNt-z4/TeJwMEZMCQI/AAAAAAAALME/5NATwEKkWG4/s200/Brad-Pitt-considering-marriage.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I like that my parents aren't envious, they see beauty in everything. They aren't cynics when people say or do something, because they both know there's always something beautiful out of anything ugly. They let things fall on its place first and see why someone said this or did that. Bottom line, they both rub off on each other the kindness&amp;nbsp; and positive stance one of them has and never salute the other half's probably bad judgment or decision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;And their children and their&amp;nbsp; partners,&amp;nbsp; are doing the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5621238315696903378?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5621238315696903378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5621238315696903378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/07/does-not-support-insecurities-in-mates.html' title='Does Not Support Insecurities In Mates'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLSulNt-z4/TeJwMEZMCQI/AAAAAAAALME/5NATwEKkWG4/s72-c/Brad-Pitt-considering-marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5497623149616336931</id><published>2011-06-24T07:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:01:29.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=25714224&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="450" height="324" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=25714224&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Three of my favorite men in one movie - I have been waiting for this trailer, it finally premiered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Why I like this movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Based on a true story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Killer Elite" races across the globe from Australia to Paris, London and the Middle East in the action-packed account of an ex-special ops agent (Jason Statham) who is lured out of retirement to rescue his mentor (Robert De Niro). To make the rescue, he must complete a near-impossible mission of killing three tough-as-nails assassins with a cunning leader (Clive Owen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Of course the battle of accents. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Statham is a man of few words, does not ask questions and of course, gorgeously hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-The sexiest bad guy ever, Owen's&amp;nbsp; B-movie mustache??? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-De Niro in action again - come on who wouldn't want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-And there's that classic line "worst nightmare" - LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-But of course "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by Scorpions!!!!!!!!! This is the sh*t!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Noticed it's all Old School? 80's wet dream galore. LOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5497623149616336931?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5497623149616336931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5497623149616336931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/three-of-my-favorite-men-in-one-movie-i.html' title='Old School Galore!'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-660106669551813117</id><published>2011-06-19T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:04:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0AzhByC-qQ/TB7RvNbgtRI/AAAAAAAACTI/qeeZgVDcDUE/s1600/father.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0AzhByC-qQ/TB7RvNbgtRI/AAAAAAAACTI/qeeZgVDcDUE/s200/father.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;To the best man in my life, my hero, my idol, the man who trained me well, who instilled in me principles that allowed me to move in the right direction - on family honor, on code of silence, on being a decent girl, on self-respect, on protecting the underdogs and the oppressed, on not selling your soul to the devil, on choosing the right man, and on being priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to my pappy though you're not able to read this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You're my formidable stronghold for eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-660106669551813117?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/660106669551813117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/660106669551813117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/to-best-man-in-my-life-my-hero-my-idol.html' title='The Man'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0AzhByC-qQ/TB7RvNbgtRI/AAAAAAAACTI/qeeZgVDcDUE/s72-c/father.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6045132466700543120</id><published>2011-06-14T08:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:42:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrorFuzkfAI/TfarlxMPuZI/AAAAAAAADao/ifS3ED0fal8/s1600/bite_me_toilet_300-715093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617866250539481490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrorFuzkfAI/TfarlxMPuZI/AAAAAAAADao/ifS3ED0fal8/s200/bite_me_toilet_300-715093.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;She isn't someone sh*tty that's why she didn't sleep with a loser like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6045132466700543120?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6045132466700543120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6045132466700543120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/she-isn-someone-shtty-that-why-she-didn.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrorFuzkfAI/TfarlxMPuZI/AAAAAAAADao/ifS3ED0fal8/s72-c/bite_me_toilet_300-715093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3975072177282718296</id><published>2011-06-14T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:36:29.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRUDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZuN8Rmh2d0/TfY7yfEDvzI/AAAAAAAADag/mcSrUhmPdBc/s1600/betrayal-of-israel-demotivational-poster-1244039073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZuN8Rmh2d0/TfY7yfEDvzI/AAAAAAAADag/mcSrUhmPdBc/s320/betrayal-of-israel-demotivational-poster-1244039073.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;To avoid opening a whole other can of worms, he denied ever knowing her. And that was his best way out -so treacherous. He didn't know he was introduced to someone who doesn't know the stories - the person merely reacted on the simple fact that she used to work there, and now it caused a confusion within some members of her family doubting she ever worked there for years. Them doubting her now in spite of the fact the building admin knew or her father had some peeps spied on her back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;She found out late and replied, "Well, he only knows girls with black gums, and hustlers or gold diggers. With his grudge toward me and all, &amp;nbsp;I am so glad he doesn't know me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3975072177282718296?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3975072177282718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3975072177282718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/grudge.html' title='GRUDGE'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZuN8Rmh2d0/TfY7yfEDvzI/AAAAAAAADag/mcSrUhmPdBc/s72-c/betrayal-of-israel-demotivational-poster-1244039073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6806897442786650440</id><published>2011-06-10T06:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T07:05:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why He Stopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmRW0XwDSY/TS27_Q5hetI/AAAAAAAAArg/RbZjvcyxJ9A/s1600/knight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmRW0XwDSY/TS27_Q5hetI/AAAAAAAAArg/RbZjvcyxJ9A/s320/knight.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;She misses him. Those times when he suddenly appears out of nowhere and opens the door for her, when he calculates her every move while she strides and heads to a certain room he matches her pace and she sees him suddenly standing across her or beside her, when he "stalks" her just so she notices him. She misses that part when he would take the "punches" for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;And up to this day, she wonders why he ever stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6806897442786650440?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6806897442786650440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6806897442786650440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/why-he-stopped.html' title='Why He Stopped'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vmRW0XwDSY/TS27_Q5hetI/AAAAAAAAArg/RbZjvcyxJ9A/s72-c/knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5048354858716278197</id><published>2011-06-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:47:00.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recoverygraphics.com/albums/Spiritual_2/Humility-BlanchardBySG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://www.recoverygraphics.com/albums/Spiritual_2/Humility-BlanchardBySG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She doesn't shout on the rooftops each time she "feeds" people. She usually let others take credit for it. And unlike some, like cat righting reflex on their part to show off stuff, she pretends and hides what she already have. Despite her snobbish appearance and regal walk, her humility saved her from constant leaking of karma in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's what's in your bank account that matters.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5048354858716278197?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5048354858716278197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5048354858716278197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/06/reflex.html' title='Reflex'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-973462825012276997</id><published>2011-05-26T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:55:27.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYoDVmVANH0/Td2Wu8MdM5I/AAAAAAAADac/vrbC92BbpTU/s1600/woman-on-a-pedestal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYoDVmVANH0/Td2Wu8MdM5I/AAAAAAAADac/vrbC92BbpTU/s320/woman-on-a-pedestal.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She won't tell you her life stories because she doesn't want you to feel your life is pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That is the logic behind, her being so private.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-973462825012276997?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/973462825012276997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/973462825012276997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/private.html' title='Private'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYoDVmVANH0/Td2Wu8MdM5I/AAAAAAAADac/vrbC92BbpTU/s72-c/woman-on-a-pedestal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1822867571943632790</id><published>2011-05-19T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:31:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/penelope-cruz-pirates-of-caribbean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/penelope-cruz-pirates-of-caribbean.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The on-screen pair that I have been waiting for, That crazy Pirate with a compass, and his tricky and feisty girl from the past - Penelope Cruz or Angelica who is a mirror of Jack - his match, whom he trained in the past, and the movie revolves around their rocky relationship as well. And for Johnny Depp to choose the beautiful Penelope for a leading lady--this is going to be huge fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1822867571943632790?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1822867571943632790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1822867571943632790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6172660209997916385</id><published>2011-05-16T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:34:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adapt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scene-stealers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/HANNA-2011-poster-adapt-or-die.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.scene-stealers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/HANNA-2011-poster-adapt-or-die.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Finally seen Hanna! The impressive long single camera tracking shot - the much talked about scene where Eric Bana takes several men in the subway, you can see the full coverage of Eric's kick and punches, naturally done you can't cheat with a single tracking shot - trained and choreographed by Jeff Imada, and Ronan's fight scenes with no stunts as well, no wonder it garnered great reviews from acclaimed critics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sequel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6172660209997916385?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6172660209997916385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6172660209997916385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/adapt.html' title='Adapt'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1822814815426019598</id><published>2011-05-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:42:10.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reviews.in.88db.com/images/stories/pimple_free_face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://reviews.in.88db.com/images/stories/pimple_free_face.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Seeing just one tiny acne on her face on that monthly cycle is like being down with the blue devils worse than Dysmenorrhea. Clear skin is the Sh*T! Insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1822814815426019598?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1822814815426019598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1822814815426019598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/clear-skin.html' title='Clear Skin'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2449005801168081385</id><published>2011-05-10T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:16:05.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor-dies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor-dies.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She had a meeting with this wealthy, elderly woman yesterday who reminded her of her mom somehow. They were supposed to close some deal, she negotiated with her and presented the woman her cheapest deal - take it or leave it. Thirty minutes later the woman said, "I'll give it to you because I LIKE YOU." She looked at the woman with awe and said, "Only experienced-been-around-open-minded-people like you can truly say that." The woman said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"It takes one to know one dear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2449005801168081385?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2449005801168081385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2449005801168081385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/i-like-you.html' title='I LIKE YOU'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-702321793407424390</id><published>2011-05-09T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:02:47.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zigSNBbIGrI/Tcc83bEpQSI/AAAAAAAADaI/KAbXD-d0z_0/s1600/A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zigSNBbIGrI/Tcc83bEpQSI/AAAAAAAADaI/KAbXD-d0z_0/s400/A.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's most wicked when she sense her enemies make mistakes. She uses them to catch the snake. She let the snake eat them. She will celebrate the war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt; How she does it will forever be a mystery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-702321793407424390?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/702321793407424390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/702321793407424390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zigSNBbIGrI/Tcc83bEpQSI/AAAAAAAADaI/KAbXD-d0z_0/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6640791986960925938</id><published>2011-05-09T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:48:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/nascar-boring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://www.clevelandleader.com/files/nascar-boring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's not new to this game, that usually a secret enemy is the one who flatters you - the one who unwittingly know that it's so played out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6640791986960925938?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6640791986960925938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6640791986960925938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/flattery.html' title='Flattery'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1266028815871237551</id><published>2011-05-09T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:40:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7SX4ZAC4mQ/Tcc34bk39PI/AAAAAAAADaE/H67CJIe0R74/s1600/loreal_ash_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7SX4ZAC4mQ/Tcc34bk39PI/AAAAAAAADaE/H67CJIe0R74/s1600/loreal_ash_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's only scared of an enemy when she sees in them her ruthless and wicked side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So far, no one has scared her yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1266028815871237551?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1266028815871237551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1266028815871237551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/shes-only-scared-of-enemy-when-she-sees.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7SX4ZAC4mQ/Tcc34bk39PI/AAAAAAAADaE/H67CJIe0R74/s72-c/loreal_ash_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4406450640910541648</id><published>2011-05-09T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:55:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Peeled The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5441555917_ce8880e923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5441555917_ce8880e923.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;The best time to worship her is when she's in euphoria. You don't want to play the classic game of saving her at her lowest moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That's when she keep her eyes peeled the most&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4406450640910541648?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4406450640910541648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4406450640910541648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/best-time-to-worship-her-is-when-shes.html' title='Eyes Peeled The Most'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5441555917_ce8880e923_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6357800256711544169</id><published>2011-05-09T07:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:01:00.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sturgeonriverinn.info/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/playboy_bunny_6.79183951_std.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://sturgeonriverinn.info/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/playboy_bunny_6.79183951_std.gif" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;He will never know if she truly liked him. And she will never know if to him he just wants to get in her pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Their story is a classic case of "it-might-have-been" because he unwittingly scared her forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6357800256711544169?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6357800256711544169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6357800256711544169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/what-could-have.html' title='What Could have'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3130302374011400844</id><published>2011-05-09T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:27:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/files/kylie-minogue22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/kylie-minogue22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Crazy love is when a guy is attached to someone else and yet he tells his best buddies about this girl he'd always wanted to have, this girl who push him around and yet he never gets to kiss her. And when she passes by or when she's in the same room with his friends, he turns to them and says, "That's her."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;And they tell him, "You're such a loser, you have all the resources and power and games to play to get her to kneel to you and you couldn't get her still?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What they don't know, she already told him, "You can't afford me and you're not my type."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3130302374011400844?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3130302374011400844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3130302374011400844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/crazy-love.html' title='Crazy Love'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6801870226555933728</id><published>2011-05-09T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:17:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://runner-up.ca/RUimages/runnerUp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://runner-up.ca/RUimages/runnerUp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;To any decent girl, when you surely sense he is in love with someone else, never ever give him a chance to make you feel like you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside him, no matter how decent you are, you're just a game tonight he will forget the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You can never be what she is to him. You're not the dream girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6801870226555933728?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6801870226555933728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6801870226555933728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/runner-up.html' title='Runner-Up'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-616119358286574335</id><published>2011-05-09T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:50:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.spreadshirt.com/image-server/image/composition/15588726/view/1/type/png/width/178/height/178/no-fear_design.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://image.spreadshirt.com/image-server/image/composition/15588726/view/1/type/png/width/178/height/178/no-fear_design.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She pray not for protection, but to ever have the strength when faced with any "danger and hell". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;For she knows, with God, she's safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-616119358286574335?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/616119358286574335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/616119358286574335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/but.html' title='BUT'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3004920457656389855</id><published>2011-05-09T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:41:57.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsofap.com/uploaded_files/news_img/newsofap.com4c7930f981a18kylie_minogue_nude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.newsofap.com/uploaded_files/news_img/newsofap.com4c7930f981a18kylie_minogue_nude.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;You pluck all the pain in her life, and at the end of the day, you will realize you have gathered and unveil her beauty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Know her hurt first, before you see her heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3004920457656389855?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3004920457656389855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3004920457656389855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/her-heaven.html' title='Her Heaven'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2636329556424729051</id><published>2011-05-09T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:28:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Unique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNDELHyGe0M/TKxQfxPc7-I/AAAAAAAABE4/5eVIBaYh5WQ/s1600/angelina-jolie-hot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNDELHyGe0M/TKxQfxPc7-I/AAAAAAAABE4/5eVIBaYh5WQ/s320/angelina-jolie-hot1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When there are great things in your soul that cannot be taken away from you, those are the things that made you a formidable enemy, a great and trusted friend, a fairytale lover, in a group of cute girls, you stand out as the coolest chick with a long cool distant stare and a natural, regal and sexy walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Being unique doesn't only happen in the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2636329556424729051?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2636329556424729051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2636329556424729051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/being-unique.html' title='Being Unique'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNDELHyGe0M/TKxQfxPc7-I/AAAAAAAABE4/5eVIBaYh5WQ/s72-c/angelina-jolie-hot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4645383282813540890</id><published>2011-05-09T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:14:19.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True and Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bizarrebytes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/johnny-depp-jack-sparrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.bizarrebytes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/johnny-depp-jack-sparrow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;True love is when a gorgeous, bad guy unconsciously takes off the masks he sometimes wear to protect himself for a woman who is forever insulting him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Great love is when the same woman suffers in silence and pretends to insult him because "he carelessly went in the wrong direction".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4645383282813540890?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4645383282813540890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4645383282813540890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/true-and-great.html' title='True and Great'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3186049713952210122</id><published>2011-05-09T04:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:58:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioEPmgEx3rs/TY93vSUcszI/AAAAAAAACA4/nAQVa_x24GU/s1600/Aishwarya-Rai-Hot-New-York-City-Photoshoot-2011-Stills-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioEPmgEx3rs/TY93vSUcszI/AAAAAAAACA4/nAQVa_x24GU/s320/Aishwarya-Rai-Hot-New-York-City-Photoshoot-2011-Stills-7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She was taught since she was a little girl that honor is not a thing you can claim for yourself. Because she greatly respect and love her parents and their name, she made sure no money, fame, and drugs&amp;nbsp; ruin her reputation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Effortlessly, all it takes is a strong mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3186049713952210122?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3186049713952210122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3186049713952210122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/strong-mind.html' title='Strong Mind'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioEPmgEx3rs/TY93vSUcszI/AAAAAAAACA4/nAQVa_x24GU/s72-c/Aishwarya-Rai-Hot-New-York-City-Photoshoot-2011-Stills-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1578809697606521892</id><published>2011-05-09T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T04:40:48.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Categorize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couturecandy.com/images/celebritypage/angelinajolie/main/1009main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.couturecandy.com/images/celebritypage/angelinajolie/main/1009main.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;He said, "You hurt the most insecure men with your lines. Yet you can worship a great guy." In a cool tone, she&amp;nbsp; said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"That is how I categorize men." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1578809697606521892?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1578809697606521892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1578809697606521892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/05/categorize.html' title='Categorize'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1539929619445805745</id><published>2011-04-12T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:28:48.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I highly support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://tinyurl.com/3rb7k4a" style="color: orange;"&gt;Real Men Don't Buy Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; campaign!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.hsj.org/DesktopModules/ASNE/ASNE.Newspapers/ResizeImage.aspx?url=http://s3.amazonaws.com/asnemedia/911fd7ab-dadb-4f49-9303-615eb5906303-RealMenDontBuyGirlsCelbrities.jpg&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;format=jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://my.hsj.org/DesktopModules/ASNE/ASNE.Newspapers/ResizeImage.aspx?url=http://s3.amazonaws.com/asnemedia/911fd7ab-dadb-4f49-9303-615eb5906303-RealMenDontBuyGirlsCelbrities.jpg&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;format=jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's about time something like this becomes loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1539929619445805745?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1539929619445805745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1539929619445805745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/04/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8064547409671800432</id><published>2011-04-05T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:16:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Girl - Simple Minds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When she dances cool to this music,&lt;br /&gt;it's because this is sexy to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="false" height="20" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/r0SlWAHX3rM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And because she's no Pussycat Dolls rooter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8064547409671800432?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8064547409671800432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8064547409671800432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/04/sleeping-girl-simple-minds.html' title='Sleeping Girl - Simple Minds!'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2300164644564049786</id><published>2011-03-30T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:38:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68-MxmPYex8/TZKJZoOSpfI/AAAAAAAADZY/pCq5fLoaP3U/s1600/23062248.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68-MxmPYex8/TZKJZoOSpfI/AAAAAAAADZY/pCq5fLoaP3U/s1600/23062248.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A smart man to her is someone who knows how to get out before he gets in. The kind who does not go around wasting himself with booze because he realize too late he made the wrong decision and searches for the one that got away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because a smart man knows who to put on a pedestal and know who to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2300164644564049786?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2300164644564049786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2300164644564049786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/smart-man.html' title='Smart Man'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68-MxmPYex8/TZKJZoOSpfI/AAAAAAAADZY/pCq5fLoaP3U/s72-c/23062248.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7593745064314256931</id><published>2011-03-30T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:26:06.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;When karma is leaking in your life, rather than acting proud, it should humble you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgXWVxebN8/TZKGkjkVQLI/AAAAAAAADZU/7LF4MlWSL2c/s1600/Open_Your_Eyes_by_l8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgXWVxebN8/TZKGkjkVQLI/AAAAAAAADZU/7LF4MlWSL2c/s200/Open_Your_Eyes_by_l8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't you noticed, no matter how smart you are, when you thought you can walk on waters, there are huge deals you can't close, when no matter how beautiful you can be, you still could not get that gorgeous guy to fall for you, you can afford to buy that Bally or Ferragamo shoes but they do not have your size at all, hundreds of girls drool over you, and the one you wanted the most has escaped you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That's divine intervention telling you to bow down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7593745064314256931?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7593745064314256931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7593745064314256931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/bow-down.html' title='Bow Down'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPgXWVxebN8/TZKGkjkVQLI/AAAAAAAADZU/7LF4MlWSL2c/s72-c/Open_Your_Eyes_by_l8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2325079523014511997</id><published>2011-03-30T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:14:47.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70c05fm9d60/TZKD8DA7XpI/AAAAAAAADZQ/pmvxeSMcR8o/s1600/MuscleManKneeling+21x16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70c05fm9d60/TZKD8DA7XpI/AAAAAAAADZQ/pmvxeSMcR8o/s200/MuscleManKneeling+21x16.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If betrayal is one's way to success, remember, there are worse scenes to pull you down and on your knees, one way or another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It only takes little time for the world to see you can bleed red.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2325079523014511997?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2325079523014511997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2325079523014511997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/bleed-red.html' title='Bleed Red'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70c05fm9d60/TZKD8DA7XpI/AAAAAAAADZQ/pmvxeSMcR8o/s72-c/MuscleManKneeling+21x16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-4755962905721342670</id><published>2011-03-30T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:01:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Exg6MMW6U/TZKA1_FR5XI/AAAAAAAADZI/pt_X3LUIMSk/s1600/906094-xs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Exg6MMW6U/TZKA1_FR5XI/AAAAAAAADZI/pt_X3LUIMSk/s200/906094-xs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It's rather glorifying to have two men fight over you. This kind of mess is way better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's a royal mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-4755962905721342670?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4755962905721342670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/4755962905721342670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/royal-mess.html' title='Royal Mess'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Exg6MMW6U/TZKA1_FR5XI/AAAAAAAADZI/pt_X3LUIMSk/s72-c/906094-xs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7552557176137075401</id><published>2011-03-30T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:49:08.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6c2ihVDVN8/TZJ99PaolmI/AAAAAAAADZE/a-a8sq1ABLA/s1600/alyssa-milano-unicef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6c2ihVDVN8/TZJ99PaolmI/AAAAAAAADZE/a-a8sq1ABLA/s320/alyssa-milano-unicef.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A good advise, don't let your secret envy consume you. That kind of stress is going to show all over your face and in your eyes, somehow, everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You can't compete with someone whose phenomenon is inborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7552557176137075401?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7552557176137075401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7552557176137075401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/inborn.html' title='Inborn'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6c2ihVDVN8/TZJ99PaolmI/AAAAAAAADZE/a-a8sq1ABLA/s72-c/alyssa-milano-unicef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7175468213191106669</id><published>2011-03-30T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:44:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Coldness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp9qtfQbpnk/TZJ80vSctsI/AAAAAAAADZA/1JeaPTP4Go8/s1600/ice-queen-chilling-cold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp9qtfQbpnk/TZJ80vSctsI/AAAAAAAADZA/1JeaPTP4Go8/s320/ice-queen-chilling-cold.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She's the kind who doesn't need to be a drama queen and an outrageous flirt just to get a man's attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Her coldness and presence itself is deafening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7175468213191106669?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7175468213191106669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7175468213191106669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/her-coldness.html' title='Her Coldness'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp9qtfQbpnk/TZJ80vSctsI/AAAAAAAADZA/1JeaPTP4Go8/s72-c/ice-queen-chilling-cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-6818665739793681219</id><published>2011-03-30T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:46:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7XBV4lbHlI/TZJvHdVBR0I/AAAAAAAADY8/mNAfTCDcaYo/s1600/salttrailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7XBV4lbHlI/TZJvHdVBR0I/AAAAAAAADY8/mNAfTCDcaYo/s1600/salttrailer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When she sees some people can't wait to or choose to get hurt again, or makes a fool out of themselves, she lets them be, it's their choice,&amp;nbsp; its their hell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She congratulate herself for she is a cool chick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-6818665739793681219?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6818665739793681219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/6818665739793681219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/cool-chick.html' title='Cool Chick'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7XBV4lbHlI/TZJvHdVBR0I/AAAAAAAADY8/mNAfTCDcaYo/s72-c/salttrailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7642821511493494034</id><published>2011-03-30T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:36:07.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;When a man gets close to you because he likes your elusive and stunning friend, it's not pathetic, it's a classic case which you need to wake up to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23N1XkzMRQQ/TZJs1zKIUVI/AAAAAAAADY4/kXiavwCtqms/s1600/tumblr_kynmffh8KE1qaobbko1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23N1XkzMRQQ/TZJs1zKIUVI/AAAAAAAADY4/kXiavwCtqms/s320/tumblr_kynmffh8KE1qaobbko1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7642821511493494034?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7642821511493494034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7642821511493494034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/classic-case.html' title='Classic Case'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23N1XkzMRQQ/TZJs1zKIUVI/AAAAAAAADY4/kXiavwCtqms/s72-c/tumblr_kynmffh8KE1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-2832552176033393065</id><published>2011-03-30T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:23:42.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k123/Hot987/SHAME.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k123/Hot987/SHAME.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;She fears lies, because when it's thrown behind or around her, she has to prove what is real which defies her principle of "proving a point to anybody is useless".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She betrays herself by slapping you the facts due to one grand reason, to see that royal look on their faces as she shows them what hurts the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-2832552176033393065?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2832552176033393065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/2832552176033393065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/royal-look.html' title='Royal Look'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-1431912506485074294</id><published>2011-03-30T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:11:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.mherck.multiply.com/image/1/photos/375/500x500/2/POKWANG-copy.jpg?et=N0pr7LpSXEb%2CVFaDGZ%2CzVQ&amp;amp;nmid=280932847" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.mherck.multiply.com/image/1/photos/375/500x500/2/POKWANG-copy.jpg?et=N0pr7LpSXEb%2CVFaDGZ%2CzVQ&amp;amp;nmid=280932847" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I liked this part when last year, this amateur, ugly-looking girl bragged to my face while arguing with me, "I have a degree in Psychology!" And without batting an eyelash, in a split of a second, I retorted calmly and cool, "Well I don't need one, because I am born with it, you can't beat natural ability."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Damn, beauty and brains in your face.&amp;nbsp; Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-1431912506485074294?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1431912506485074294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/1431912506485074294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/amateur.html' title='Amateur'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-8279388018860722333</id><published>2011-03-30T07:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:38:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-hairstyles.com/images/angelina-jolie-hairstyle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.all-hairstyles.com/images/angelina-jolie-hairstyle.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;He once told her, "With a man like me, If a right woman crosses my path, when she's the one who can make me stammer- the one I know who can make me fall in love with, I don't ruin it by dating her or screwing her, I leave her alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The reason that he decided on not touching her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-8279388018860722333?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8279388018860722333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/8279388018860722333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5644308370203605538</id><published>2011-03-30T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:56:09.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Than?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goIuz7G3sXc/TZJjJuP9oWI/AAAAAAAADYw/izSvNBq0ga0/s1600/penis-brain_design.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goIuz7G3sXc/TZJjJuP9oWI/AAAAAAAADYw/izSvNBq0ga0/s200/penis-brain_design.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;And she wonders how much his brain is worth as&amp;nbsp; what he wants the world to believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Is it worth as much as what he has "down south"&amp;nbsp; that he has to waste his head away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5644308370203605538?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5644308370203605538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5644308370203605538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/less-than.html' title='Less Than?'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goIuz7G3sXc/TZJjJuP9oWI/AAAAAAAADYw/izSvNBq0ga0/s72-c/penis-brain_design.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7530219344549904040</id><published>2011-03-30T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:45:32.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGet5sNUgpA/TZJgzUjT_7I/AAAAAAAADYs/Gu795MVw_PA/s1600/demand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGet5sNUgpA/TZJgzUjT_7I/AAAAAAAADYs/Gu795MVw_PA/s320/demand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Of all the pain she has to endure, it's when she can't integrate her family and personal life. It's when she commits to have dinner with him, and her father sends word she should be with the family for a dine-out, and she shifts plan right there and then, run, and... leaves him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;But the worst is... when another secret guy is there lurking somewhere, waiting for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And her best friend says, "You're MOST wanted, enjoy the ride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7530219344549904040?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7530219344549904040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7530219344549904040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/enjoy-ride.html' title='Enjoy The Ride'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGet5sNUgpA/TZJgzUjT_7I/AAAAAAAADYs/Gu795MVw_PA/s72-c/demand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5365419703259584720</id><published>2011-03-20T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:33:02.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/curtsmith_150/189_dating_advice.html"&gt;Seven Women You Can Never Date&lt;/a&gt; (Click me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5365419703259584720?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5365419703259584720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5365419703259584720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/seven-women-you-can-never-date.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-767660585065871943</id><published>2011-03-20T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:32:13.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/5-types-women-men-avoid/4-a-283910"&gt;Five Types of Women Men Avoid&lt;/a&gt; (Click me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-767660585065871943?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/767660585065871943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/767660585065871943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/five-types-of-women-men-avoid.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-682353608858862834</id><published>2011-03-12T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:44:43.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://different-kitchen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/decision-points-ad4efcbe5d87526a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://different-kitchen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/decision-points-ad4efcbe5d87526a.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Still haven't gotten around to reading former US President George W. Bush's memoir &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decision Points&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which sold two million copies in just over a month. Me delaying to read the book is due to when this was launched late last year, my career was just transitioning and I've put great importance on my personal life as well, plus there's my family who's demanding for my presence and attention, and a few hours with friends here and there--these great factors I couldn't even fuse in just one day--it's not allowed (imagine that or go figure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;It's a bestseller everywhere. It has gotten great reviews--Nothing boring like Clinton's My Life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Whether I like this man or not, now is not the right time to say. Nevertheless, will I read the book?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-682353608858862834?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/682353608858862834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/682353608858862834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/43rd.html' title='43rd'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-7016996601868960951</id><published>2011-03-08T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:42:22.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zPQFW5wtbkg/TXYWCw_t1-I/AAAAAAAADYo/9KBgCf3oWDQ/s1600/2006-10-01-Vogue-01-LA-Gant-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zPQFW5wtbkg/TXYWCw_t1-I/AAAAAAAADYo/9KBgCf3oWDQ/s320/2006-10-01-Vogue-01-LA-Gant-1.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Usually his instincts are sharp, but with her, she has a&amp;nbsp; power over him. Hence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;He hated her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-7016996601868960951?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7016996601868960951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/7016996601868960951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zPQFW5wtbkg/TXYWCw_t1-I/AAAAAAAADYo/9KBgCf3oWDQ/s72-c/2006-10-01-Vogue-01-LA-Gant-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3626247097356553391</id><published>2011-03-01T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:47:45.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/the_kite_runner01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/the_kite_runner01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I've put off watching the highly-acclaimed movie The Kite Runner, or reading the best-selling novel for a really long time, due to reviews, that it will terribly break your heart. Last month, I decided to watch it finally. After, I opted not to read the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The movie broke my heart, at a time when I can't afford a broken heart. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Khaled Hosseini, you melted a girl's chrome-heart. Tremendously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3626247097356553391?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3626247097356553391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3626247097356553391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-3063826433233124803</id><published>2011-03-01T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:28:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willisms.com/archives/egypt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.willisms.com/archives/egypt.gif" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My take on Egypt's recent revolution:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-I knew Mubarak since I was a little girl. That long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-I like that Egypt tried to bridge the gap between Israel and those who hated them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-That if Mubarak wasn't a US ally, no matter how Obama might have blew the Egypt issue off, they might have pulled off another invasion, well, is Obama capable of an invasion at that point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-I just hope the next Egyptian leader won't be a religious extremist and will not isolate Israel this time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;-Whether the US backroom hypocrisy and bullhorn diplomacy of negotiation during the revolt impacted negatively or positively along the way, It saved the Egyptians, and the Pyramids (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Libya is next.&amp;nbsp; Just like I knew Gadhafi for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-3063826433233124803?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3063826433233124803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/3063826433233124803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/egypt.html' title='Egypt'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27612520.post-5768985894826087781</id><published>2011-03-01T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:11:08.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/wives_are_naggers_tshirt-p2357333930250850913sgf_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/wives_are_naggers_tshirt-p2357333930250850913sgf_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When she hears an annoying and nagging girl who can't seem to stop yakking, she wonders how the girl's boyfriend or husband would secretly want to choke her, lol. It's when she said a long time ago, "I hate naggers, either male or female", that made him noticed her more and deeper. He said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"That was one of those deep moments I knew you were the one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27612520-5768985894826087781?l=www.holygrailsyndrome.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5768985894826087781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27612520/posts/default/5768985894826087781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.holygrailsyndrome.com/2011/03/those-moments.html' title='Those Moments'/><author><name>Nikko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i128/goddesslexie/lexiesleep.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
