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			<title>body</title>
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			<published>2008-06-24T23:27:33Z</published>
			<updated>2008-06-24T23:27:33Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/06/24//#23944-1214317653-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/23944-1214317653-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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				<name>RoamQueen</name>
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			<title>shedding</title>
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			<published>2008-06-10T00:34:41Z</published>
			<updated>2008-06-09T10:38:51Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/06/09//#23944-1213025681-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos7/23944-1213025681-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/06/09//#23944-1213025681-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos7/23944-1213025681-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/06/09//#23944-1213025681-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos7/23944-1213025681-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a size 12 and a plus size, there are plenty of insecurity in me. Over time, over years, I've learned to love my own body and there are people who have taught me to do so too. I've always told men who've never met me before that I'm a plus size before our first date so that their expectation isn't of too high.

But now, I really don't give a hoot anymore. This is me. Part of me. And if they care that I'm no size two or four, it's too bad then.I know  it is only human to seek for perfection in another person. And so, I will forgive them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>4am goodbye</title>
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			<published>2008-06-04T00:22:06Z</published>
			<updated>2008-06-04T09:08:28Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/06/03//#23944-1212506526-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/23944-1212506526-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I should leave now."

"Please stay longer."

"Alright."

At 4am.

"I should really make a move now, need to wake up early for the appointment tomorrow. I'm confused, we'll talk about it again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>kraton Ngayogyakartahadiningrat</title>
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			<published>2008-05-27T14:08:44Z</published>
			<updated>2008-05-27T00:17:43Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/27//#23944-1211864924-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/23944-1211864924-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/27//#23944-1211864924-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/23944-1211864924-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/27//#23944-1211864924-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/23944-1211864924-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kraton_%28Indonesia%29 target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Kraton&lt;/a&gt; is the Javanese word for a royal palace. Its name is derived from ratu, which means "king". In Java, the palace of a prince is called puro or dalem. The general word to designate a palace is istana, as in Indonesian and Malay.

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				<name>RoamQueen</name>
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			<title>goodbye</title>
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			<published>2008-05-27T00:34:31Z</published>
			<updated>2008-06-04T09:02:35Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/26//#23944-1211816071-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/23944-1211816071-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/26//#23944-1211816602-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/23944-1211816602-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/26//#23944-1211816602-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos8/23944-1211816602-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive."&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;-- An&amp;auml;is Nin&lt;/em&gt;

I have always thought that when it was time to say goodbye, I would have cried buckets. I thought that I will miss this wonderful friend. Instead, we were still laughing and making jokes in front of our departure gates. As time was closing by on us, our goodbye simply ended with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. I walked into the departure gate without turning back. There are times when there should not be any more turning backs. Perhaps I knew that if I had turned back, I would have started crying because all my goodbyes have always been permanent.\

It was only when I saw his plane along the runway, waiting for take-off, did it hit me that perhaps, this was indeed a farewell. My eyes started tearing, my throat started to tighten up and became and I knew then, this was the actual farewell for me.

It is strange how farewells can be at airports. How I had so much to tell him and yet, all I could simply muster was a simple goodbye.

A new slate begins with each farewell, each goodbye. Our story ended with this. Our new lives will begin with this farewell, separately.

I guess it is also true that each trip to the same place taken with different individuals will always leave a carved scar in your heart subconsciously.
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			<title>a place in the heart</title>
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			<published>2008-05-22T20:42:04Z</published>
			<updated>2008-05-22T06:43:34Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/05/22//#23944-1211456524-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos/23944-1211456524-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time I went to Borobudur in Jan 2007, I took probably 60 to 70 pictures. 

I was there again last weekend, I took less than 10 pictures. It wasn't because I no longer see the beauty of the place, perhaps it was because the beauty of the place and its surrounding had already been crafted in my heart from the first time I set foot there.

Sometimes, it is the experience and visual engraved into my memory that makes it difficult to forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>sunset</title>
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			<published>2008-04-29T09:34:21Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-28T19:41:59Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/04/29//#23944-1209429717-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos6/23944-1209429717-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is so peaceful at sunset,
They show all dreams to be met
In it, memories are also held
There in your heart, your fears are quelled

As the sun dips low in the sky
It reminds you of all those times you flew high
And with those memories of soaring above,
You have the hope and strength to find new love

Because at that sunset you find peace
There, is where your fears all cease
For dreams you find your strength to fly
There, in that sunset sky.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;--- Margaret Everard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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				<name>RoamQueen</name>
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			<title>self-portrait</title>
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			<published>2008-04-28T23:47:33Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-28T18:48:30Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/04/28//#23944-1209426509-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos7/23944-1209426509-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;During last weekend's homily, the priest said that we must always be thankful for what we have and when we look into the mirror, we must always tell ourselves that we're beautiful inside and outside and we must always see the beauty in everyone and everything around us. 

It also kind of reminded me of what Charles Bukowski wrote. 

&lt;strong&gt;Your life is your life
don&amp;rsquo;t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.

you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- The Laughing Heart, Charles Bukowski&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>healthy colours</title>
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			<published>2008-04-22T20:46:15Z</published>
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/04/22//#23944-1208864775-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos2/23944-1208864775-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/RoamQueen/2008/04/22//#23944-1208864775-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos2/23944-1208864775-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The courage to imagine the otherwise is our greatest resource, adding color and suspense to all our life."&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt; ---  Daniel Boorstin&lt;/em&gt;

Sometimes, when things start to look blurry and aimless, colours in any form is welcomed to take away the blues. In my case, its a wonderful concoction of dragon fruit, longans, kiwis and oranges that makes me feel that life is bearable once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>a getaway to breathe</title>
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			<published>2008-04-10T18:19:48Z</published>
			<updated>2008-04-10T04:23:50Z</updated>
			
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