<?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-3936653437385285495</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:20:59.721-07:00</updated><category term='Confirmation'/><title type='text'>Never Walking Alone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6086629736590147185</id><published>2009-06-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:35:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hey Guys so this is an article i found extracted from the online citizen. Reporting on our forum last week at RCLF 2009.OUR SIG haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 22px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 22px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;Report: Mooting a social assistance scheme search engine&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="date" style="float: left; width: 590px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Saturday, 20 June 2009, 10:31 am | 302 views&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cerelia Lim / Reporter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This idea, along with a new mentoring programme for kids, were some of the things discussed at a workshop on urban poverty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://i639.photobucket.com/albums/uu116/awareonline/People/Untitled.jpg" alt="" width="255" height="191" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-width: 2px; border-right-width: 2px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-width: 2px; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-bottom-color: black; border-left-color: black; " /&gt;11 JUNE 2009 — A SEARCH engine to plug gaps in the current social assistance schemes was proposed at a forum for social change last week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“The list of current assistance schemes is too thick and social workers have no time to peruse through the whole list to see which schemes the family qualifies for,” said Mrs Sally Sim, a senior social worker with Care Community Services Centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photo: Poverty Banquet – Forum Participants role played the different types of food each income group consumes for their daily meals. Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.rafflesclf.org/index.htm" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;RCLF&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She also reflected during the panel discussion that as social workers, they want to spend more time counseling their clients and help in simplifying the process of finding suitable assistance schemes for their clients would be greatly appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.rafflesclf.org/index.htm" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Raffles Community Leaders Forum&lt;/a&gt;, held this year from 8th to 11th June at Raffles Junior College, attracted more than 140 participants from various educational institutions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;As part of the forum, the Urban Poverty Special Interest Group (SIG) organized a panel discussion which hosted representatives from the different Voluntary Welfare Organizations and the North East Community Department Council.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The proposed idea of the search engine aims to reduce the amount of paperwork each social worker has to sieve through before finding a scheme that a recipient would qualify. Social workers will enter key qualification criteria’s of the recipient such as HDB flat size, income level, number of children and the search engine will sieve out the aid schemes that they qualify for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Currently, aid schemes from the public sectors are listed on Community Development Council (CDC) homepages with minimal explanation. Hence, the proposed database will not only include relief schemes from the public sector but also schemes from voluntary welfare organizations and private enterprises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;However, Ms Patricia Wee, a senior social worker with the Ang Mo Kio Family Service Centre felt that due to the fluid nature of the schemes, there will be a need for frequent updates and questioned the availability of manpower and financial resources to maintain the database.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“With the database in place, it serves to limit the resources rather than expand the creativity or motivation of social workers to actively source for other resources out there.” added Ms Wee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Centre manager of New Hope Community Services, Mr Ravi Philemon, also commented that the database would not be feasible as the needs of an individual should not be determined by a computer program. He reiterated that the complexities with the various schemes lay in their overlapping criteria’s and its administration by different parties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mentoring programme for kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The second idea proposed was the implementation of a mentoring program. Children from urban poverished families often face financial insecurities and a lack of motivation to improve one’s living standards. A lack of suitable figures of guidance further excebates the problem as they will not be able to make informed lifestyle choices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The target group for this programme is children aged from nine to thirteen as this are the ages where they are most impressionable. The participants hope to implement this progamme over a period of six months to one year depending on the child’s progress and needs. They hope to start the pilot project with New Hope Community Services before evaluating the effectiveness’ of this programme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When asked, Ms Wee agreed that mentoring program is something that youths today can do and it is realistic to implement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There is no official poverty line in Singapore, but the national benchmark of ‘poor’ is a monthly gross total household income of $1500 and below. In 2001, the number of people requiring financial assistance was 14 300 and in 2003, the number rose to 31 570.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;According to the Occasional Paper on Income Statistics – 2008, the Gini coefficient increased from 9.99 in 2000 to 12.90 in 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The Gini Coefficient calculates the income distribution across the workforce and it is based on household income from work per household member. The more unequal the income distribution, the larger the Gini Coefficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many still fall through the cracks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Despite the panelists agreeing that there are many more assistance schemes available now to help the urban poor, many are still left out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mr Ravi gave a personal example to the participants of his mother holding down three jobs to keep the family going while their relatives took care of him and his siblings. This scenario which was prevalent thirty to forty years ago is hardly observed in Singapore today as the family unit became more nuclear centered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Said Ms Wee: “One loophole in the schemes is the unwed mothers. They do not qualify for baby bonus and other assistance schemes.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mrs Sim gave a case example of a 72 year old cleaner who did not qualify for any assistance even though he is in arrears with the Housing Development Board. This was because he is employed and has no medical problems. She further mentioned that this example shows that more flexibility and consideration needs to be exercised when implementing the criteria’s for social assistance schemes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6086629736590147185?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6086629736590147185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6086629736590147185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6086629736590147185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6086629736590147185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-so-this-is-article-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i639.photobucket.com/albums/uu116/awareonline/People/th_Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1529733123558295653</id><published>2009-06-16T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:52:01.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just earned some cash from investing... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1529733123558295653?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1529733123558295653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1529733123558295653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1529733123558295653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1529733123558295653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-earned-some-cash-from-investing.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8638034148256305173</id><published>2009-06-13T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:35:05.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past week was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; how should i put this. Fun yet tired yet enriching. Yup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been to Raffles Community Leaders Forum. My topic was on Urban Poverty, Yes its real. Though you don't see them usually, because the government hides them literally. Putting their blocks in the middle of the estate so as not to been seen easily. Most of this people are elderly, families with no income. families that are huge, and many more. Its really difficult to see people living in this conditions. My family is the middle income range, living in a 5 rm flat. We have everything that we need, computer, Television, our own bedrooms and so much more that are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; to describe in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in acts 29 for over 4 years and i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; understand how should we help them. We just gave rations, and the occasional visit to speak to them. My Group came up with this idea, to target the youths, because of generational poverty. This youths might think that it is alright to stay and live in this conditions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why we have come to realise that we must start a program in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. It has already been used in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;. Its called the big brother, where youths who are capable to mentor this youths, to guide them to the right track. Though tutoring is important, building their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; literacy and character development is as important as well. This program will last from 6 months to a year and through this we hope to break the poverty cycle in them. To make them understand that a comfortable life is waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt; students have the same mindset, that higher educated people look down on us and treat us as underdogs. I had the same mindset too. But through this forum, i have manage to break away from this mindset. Seriously, i used to call RI the retarded institute because since they look down on us we should just do the same, probably those are the minority's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; probably you can call me a hypocrite, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care. Well the majority's are real cool people, though their english might be a little too profound at times, that's how the way it is. Yup and we can get along really well. RCLF 2009 rocks...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a book "Rich Dad, Poor Dad", ok i admit its a damm old book, but what it is trying to say is really true. Talk about fiancial literacy, i used to spend all my hard earned money on stuff that are really liablities. Never thought bout the difference between assets and liabilities because thats how singaporeans are born to be. To earn, shop and probably fall into a big debt. So there comes this term called "Chicken Little" if you remember the movie. It talks about this chick thinking that the sky is falling. turning income into assets and therefore going back to your income. Thats how the rich do it. I wanna get out of the rat race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8638034148256305173?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8638034148256305173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8638034148256305173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8638034148256305173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8638034148256305173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-week-was-ummm-how-should-i-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6195257290217274426</id><published>2009-05-31T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:48:45.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha, i'm so proud of myself. Well only got to update now because i slept till now.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gonna give details bout my race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start point, Everyone is perk up and ready to run.&lt;br /&gt;We pace quite a few people that i thought we could handle their pace.&lt;br /&gt;We climb lots of overhead bridges,&lt;br /&gt;Siglap park connector was a killer, cause of up and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Thigh muscles had stitch,&lt;br /&gt;walk from 10 km mark till 13km cause they got no freaking counter pain left, Darnn..&lt;br /&gt;Ran all the way till 19 mark, Bear with the freaking pain. thats because if i walk it will be much painful.&lt;br /&gt;at the 27 km mark at bedok reservoir  my soles came off. GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;couldnt find a scissors had till walk till 29 km mark then theres medic, which i could borrow a scissors. Got a ice pack for my legs, and boy it felt good, ran all the way till 31 km mark followed by lots of walking, It just goes on and on, walk, jog, sprint, walk, jog.. Needed the toliet at 35 mark, and there wasnt any. Darn... rush to koufu to get my bladder empty and continue to pace.&lt;br /&gt;At the commandos barrack was a killer too, 300m slope, and i sprint up. Get over with the pain fast.and finally the sun came up. at 40 km. walk and jog again till the end, completed in 7.50 hours. PHEW... Glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i guess no more marathon's for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6195257290217274426?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6195257290217274426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6195257290217274426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6195257290217274426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6195257290217274426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-103127681382353881</id><published>2009-05-30T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:49:55.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey just to update my current status. I'm still alive. Yes, i'm alive cause i've not yet run but my legs are crampping up. Its as if they know today is the big day, to run the big run. Last night was a blast, had my buddy and his sister at my hse for carbo loading night, Haha and we couldnt finish the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the menu was&lt;br /&gt;Pasta with tomato base&lt;br /&gt;Cambell Chunk soup&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables(corn, brocilli, Carrots)&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Baked chicken thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finish everything except the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;two packets cooked only one packet or less eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Pasta rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i will be heading for bed soon. so tata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update if i'm awake tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-103127681382353881?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/103127681382353881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=103127681382353881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/103127681382353881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/103127681382353881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-just-to-update-my-current-status.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-573850870229471953</id><published>2009-05-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:40:59.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ALL THE PEOPLE OUT THERE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result for IMAGINE CUP 2009 is not out yet, and i'm damm nervous. All the months of hard work. Oh well, if i ever get to go there. I'm gonna look for MUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS countdown to monday 8am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming. HOLIDAYS.. gonna work Work WORK.. Running out of cash..&lt;br /&gt;What else.. Imagine cup...&lt;br /&gt;NDP&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's bdae. haizz if i got the $$$ then we go out, otherwise you can come to my house, I'll prepare a full course meal for you... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lessons a must!&lt;br /&gt;Had a Goals planning session last week. To come to think about it. Its kinda impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a car in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Save up to 3000 (probably possible)&lt;br /&gt;Tour europe in 10 years. after graduation from poly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh welll. Leave it to the big guy up there.^^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-573850870229471953?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/573850870229471953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=573850870229471953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/573850870229471953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/573850870229471953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all-people-out-there-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8759082322057978396</id><published>2009-05-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:32:55.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwpRpf4I/AAAAAAAAASY/MNRGwQvhhRE/s1600-h/DSC_4522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwpRpf4I/AAAAAAAAASY/MNRGwQvhhRE/s320/DSC_4522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670748286943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwRWBMfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HhhVq3FM7_Y/s1600-h/DSC_4520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwRWBMfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HhhVq3FM7_Y/s320/DSC_4520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670741862822386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwYFkMoI/AAAAAAAAASI/BiBih3Y20AQ/s1600-h/DSC_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwYFkMoI/AAAAAAAAASI/BiBih3Y20AQ/s320/DSC_4480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670743672861314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwDV1ItI/AAAAAAAAASA/H7yvUVVQgFA/s1600-h/DSC_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwDV1ItI/AAAAAAAAASA/H7yvUVVQgFA/s320/DSC_4477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670738103935698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEi8ZaLfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JlntPiXAuoA/s1600-h/DSC_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEi8ZaLfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JlntPiXAuoA/s320/DSC_4472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670512901598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEi0KdUqI/AAAAAAAAARw/GpHVhq6duSM/s1600-h/DSC_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEi0KdUqI/AAAAAAAAARw/GpHVhq6duSM/s320/DSC_4391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670510691406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEio1SFPI/AAAAAAAAARo/-6mDaSjNRR4/s1600-h/DSC_4361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEio1SFPI/AAAAAAAAARo/-6mDaSjNRR4/s320/DSC_4361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670507649799410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEiqoEcFI/AAAAAAAAARg/gUNNNJBWfLw/s1600-h/DSC_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEiqoEcFI/AAAAAAAAARg/gUNNNJBWfLw/s320/DSC_4360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670508131250258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEiWdgKQI/AAAAAAAAARY/yT0E336VRC0/s1600-h/DSC_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEiWdgKQI/AAAAAAAAARY/yT0E336VRC0/s320/DSC_4357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670502718220546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random pics over the past months... Well, the thing i've learn during the past months.&lt;br /&gt;Life can hit us as hard as you thought. Winning is bout getting hit and learning how to stand back. All I could say is live life without fear, and you will be in control of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8759082322057978396?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8759082322057978396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8759082322057978396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8759082322057978396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8759082322057978396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-random-pics-over-past-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/ShbEwpRpf4I/AAAAAAAAASY/MNRGwQvhhRE/s72-c/DSC_4522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7429893872280574737</id><published>2009-04-22T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:00:55.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the West was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone, smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, when everything was falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed was a call that never came&lt;br /&gt;To the corner of 1st and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded,&lt;br /&gt; surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late,&lt;br /&gt; you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;Losing her, the only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna to be&lt;br /&gt;No way to know how long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt; you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning, the city breaks&lt;br /&gt;And I've been calling for years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;And you never left me no messages&lt;br /&gt;You never sent me no letters&lt;br /&gt;You got some kind of nerve taking all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late,&lt;br /&gt;you found me,&lt;br /&gt;you found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait,&lt;br /&gt;to find me,&lt;br /&gt;to find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is patience the key???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7429893872280574737?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7429893872280574737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7429893872280574737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7429893872280574737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7429893872280574737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-god-on-corner-of-1st-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1008467892051676137</id><published>2009-04-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:42:00.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="header"&gt;Is digital 'cheapening' photography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="update"&gt;By Trevor Tan, &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="update"&gt;Posted: 13 February 2009 1116 hrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table width="260" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="20" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="240" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/imagegallery/store/phpRakOfN.jpg" id="_Ath_Slide" onload="OnImgLoad()" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="articlecontent"&gt;   &lt;span&gt;SINGAPORE: "Digital is cheapening photography." I hear it all the time from older photographers, and some younger ones even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, now even PR (public relations) folks can take photos themselves," one veteran photographer said, pointing to a PR guy using an entry-level DSLR (digital single lens reflex) camera taking photos of the event we, the press photographers, were covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner or later, we will all be out of a job," he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and got on with my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not going to rebuff the opinions of these veterans, whose photojournalistic careers span longer than I have lived so far. But I have my reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that digital has undeniably made photography more accessible to the masses by lowering the costs of photography. During the film days, it took tons of rolls of processed film (and money, in other words) to know your mistakes before you could correct them through trial and error. These days, you get instant feedback from the LCD screen on the back of the camera after you release the shutter, and you immediately change your settings to get your shots right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does this convenience translate into photography becoming a no-brainer, a lost art, or a vanishing trade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering about the relevance of being a professional photographer myself for some time. I was even thinking of turning my back on photography! However, those thoughts dissipated last year while interviewing award-winning photojournalist John Stanmeyer, co-founder of the premium photojournalism agency, VII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I posted that digital photography question to John, I received something almost to the degree of a tirade from him. I couldn't remember much of what he said but I could remember that he was trying very hard not to strangle me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to go back to the audio recording (or tirade) again but what I did remember him saying was: "Why all the pessimism? The tools we have today make photography more exciting than ever before!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who has witnessed the best and worst of the human condition through his lenses, any "belittling" of photography is probably bewildering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I realised the fault doesn't fall on digitalisation or the tools; it falls on the human wielding the tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools of photography will change and evolve. Thus, the human wielding the tools must also adapt accordingly. Sticking to nostalgia is counter-intuitive and self-defeating. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, why not look for ways and means to experiment, innovate and be more creative? Your new technique might not work, it might even be subjected to ridicule or comments like being "too arty-farty", but those who never make mistakes are those who never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's certainly hard to make a living out of photography now than ever before, but you just have to keep on trying. To quit, like 7-time Tour De France winner Lance Armstrong said: "Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to my car after John's interview, I asked myself: "Do I want to quit?" Well, I think you already know the answer. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="articlecontent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="articlecontent"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well i guess the world is really evolving FAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="articlecontent"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1008467892051676137?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1008467892051676137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1008467892051676137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1008467892051676137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1008467892051676137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-digital-cheapening-photography-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8899624040014866368</id><published>2009-04-15T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:55:14.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breathe dude, Breathe, you gotta breathe no matter what the outcome is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh racing heartbeat, mind blowing matters, irregular breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I IN HEAVEN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what is it like to not think of stuff that really matters to me. Be free like a bird, or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems come and go, Never ending. History repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said the world revolves every second, so do i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm those thoughts are driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch as usual is horrible, books, study plans, project groups. It never stops do they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really am missing you right now.Words cant describe it. So stop trying to find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speaks louder than words! Isn't my actions big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my brothers birthday today, and the best present he received this year. Its to stop smoking. gosh i have not seen a stick for like since the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are girls making guys so  inconspicuous. Lets try harder next time? if there is that is. Oh and one more thing ain't not going to canada anymore. sadly they have chosen their repre. And oh well i'm not sad because i didn't failed the interview, truth is i missed it because it was held during the period i was in cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta train for sundown. I hope its not too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8899624040014866368?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8899624040014866368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8899624040014866368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8899624040014866368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8899624040014866368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/04/breathe-dude-breathe-you-gotta-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6768184719750248075</id><published>2009-04-13T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:43:02.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where should i start? I never was good at this stuff. Never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fast, too slow. It never stops, it just keep going and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this phrase today while doing my BL duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says " Shared pain, halves the pain. Shared happiness, doubles the happiness." How true it is, When you share something that you cannot handle it alone. You are open to suggestions, or just let another person know what you are feeling inside you. At least it lessens your load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you excel or succeed, you share joy with everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell people this, " Falling down is the first step to success, rather take it than never even taken that step at all". How scientist comes out with the best? We always think that scientist are very smart and how they always bring out the best. But we all have forgotten the steps, the sweat, the pain that they have gone through. The toughest is to fail and try again. Day and night, endless steps, endless calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started with a big bang, the timetable that i checked online does not tally with the one the lecturer gave.Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person you know who, I know steps taken cannot be back-tracked. So I guess i will slow my horse down, and one more thing don't keep things to yourself please even if you don't wanna talk about it to me just talk to someone you trust most. Don't stress out over stuff you know you can handle it well. Aite. I guess this is the only way i can tell you how i feel, i know its crappy and stuff to tell on the blog and let the whole world know but i'm really out of options. All the best for you performance tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am starting to miss cambodia now. here are some pictures for you to enjoy not everything but just some that i feel its worth putting on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHhekSPkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Bt5O4Zl8ksM/s1600-h/DSC_9393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHhekSPkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Bt5O4Zl8ksM/s320/DSC_9393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177824948567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHhyy_kDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I2-BhbWsz40/s1600-h/DSC_9477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHhyy_kDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I2-BhbWsz40/s320/DSC_9477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177830378967090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHiDXJwlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eSJguRQ169U/s1600-h/DSC_9502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHiDXJwlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eSJguRQ169U/s320/DSC_9502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177834825597522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHiQKg02I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1sulTcSlUYc/s1600-h/DSC_9506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHiQKg02I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1sulTcSlUYc/s320/DSC_9506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177838262244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHivpiP4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/r5w4hMWat6U/s1600-h/DSC_9558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHivpiP4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/r5w4hMWat6U/s320/DSC_9558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324177846713859970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJahW-IaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uUCjHDpnifE/s1600-h/DSC_9613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJahW-IaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uUCjHDpnifE/s320/DSC_9613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324179904462201250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJa4qDweI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-enSzorpMGk/s1600-h/DSC_9614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJa4qDweI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-enSzorpMGk/s320/DSC_9614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324179910716277218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbHtIFjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NgtL3EmT7fM/s1600-h/DSC_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbHtIFjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NgtL3EmT7fM/s320/DSC_9626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324179914755675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLER114kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0MUc1hbS6ZQ/s1600-h/DSC_9618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLER114kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0MUc1hbS6ZQ/s320/DSC_9618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181721362850370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbYAg4OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GL7dACC9Iho/s1600-h/DSC_9629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbYAg4OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GL7dACC9Iho/s320/DSC_9629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324179919131959522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbq1NafI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kMGo_ELfzmM/s1600-h/DSC_9647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNJbq1NafI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kMGo_ELfzmM/s320/DSC_9647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324179924184820210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLFA6GWYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/we92wxlNRDg/s1600-h/DSC_9689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLFA6GWYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/we92wxlNRDg/s320/DSC_9689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181733997173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLE05P7cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hk9ul7b2sa8/s1600-h/DSC_9741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLE05P7cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Hk9ul7b2sa8/s320/DSC_9741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181730772381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLEvk0QMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jEqWTp4M6Sk/s1600-h/DSC_9787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLEvk0QMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jEqWTp4M6Sk/s320/DSC_9787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181729344504002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLEBc6kjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hk7TmbKZWrQ/s1600-h/DSC_9736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNLEBc6kjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hk7TmbKZWrQ/s320/DSC_9736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181716963332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMHUhHjWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0e9MZOUpgY0/s1600-h/DSC_9792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMHUhHjWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0e9MZOUpgY0/s320/DSC_9792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324182873132469602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOQJsWZ-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/w67rweAN1F0/s1600-h/DSC_9894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOQJsWZ-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/w67rweAN1F0/s320/DSC_9894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185223868868578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPxDDtaI/AAAAAAAAARI/fdjEeL_POOM/s1600-h/DSC_9847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPxDDtaI/AAAAAAAAARI/fdjEeL_POOM/s320/DSC_9847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185217253225890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPoPGviI/AAAAAAAAARA/RlyqAZQt3gQ/s1600-h/DSC_9841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPoPGviI/AAAAAAAAARA/RlyqAZQt3gQ/s320/DSC_9841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185214887837218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPRFeVsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AMOjtWF9dv4/s1600-h/DSC_9834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPRFeVsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AMOjtWF9dv4/s320/DSC_9834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185208673425090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPDFQo1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gu9wahWc5hQ/s1600-h/DSC_9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNOPDFQo1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gu9wahWc5hQ/s320/DSC_9833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185204914430802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMG4BzmzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IiQj2o4fG7c/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMG4BzmzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IiQj2o4fG7c/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324182865484946226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMHKKD-6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jizamx78nu0/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNMHKKD-6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jizamx78nu0/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324182870351412130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt; Coming soon stay tune...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6768184719750248075?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6768184719750248075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6768184719750248075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6768184719750248075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6768184719750248075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-should-i-start-i-never-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SeNHhekSPkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Bt5O4Zl8ksM/s72-c/DSC_9393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-4093797545088043409</id><published>2009-04-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:44:23.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Triangles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has many infamous and famous triangles, theres the holy trinity from the catholic church where god, jesus and the holy spirit form a triangle. then theres the bermuda triangle, which has taken many innocent lives. it was said that it has screwed up the directional functions of a ship or a plane to bring it down to its sea. but scientist say that there lies a magentic field so strong that it will screw up comapsses. And finally the triangle that many people hates, "The love triangle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times, have i been caught in this kind of situtuation. and it always ands up bad... DAMM BAD.. so anyway... the worse love triangle to be in is that both the opposite parties are acutally best friends. So crappy right.. I know.. ALl i gotta say is handle it well or all three will sufer terribly... So let me say i have once again outwit myself.. haha handle it right, i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of my friends have ask this question to each other for ages. Will you date a malay girl???? hmm my catholic singh friend got a malay gf. I mean, muslims and catholicsm is one of the most extreme religion, you gotta agree with me on that. I mean its either one of the pair must sacifice him orherself to convert.&lt;br /&gt;and if the muslim convert he or she will be outcast by the family, DISOWN ... Gosh extreme right.. and if catholics convert. well the parents wont disown. but he will sure get a ear lashing... waaaaaaaa taaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so anyway i have been busy quite a while been to cambodia. will upload on face book. So anyway we went there to repair huts which had torn walls and roof, and build coconut trees at widows island. The boat ride there is superb,i actually pilot on one trip back. so fun la...and and its along mekong river. So the last few days we went to morning star center, these two places are managed by the girls bridgage. And we cooked for 70 kids and more.. so i was the head chef and had to overlook everything, the first day was horrible because the rice was either overcooked or not cook. damm sian la... and we were racing against time.. so horrible, but the second day was fine. because we didn't had to cook rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you all know that i was in cambodia when the results came out, somehow i wasnt worried, its not because i had confidence and all, but i didnt even care to check because i thought i would have done badly. So one day after i came back to singapore i went to check my results, sitting at the coffee table in my living room. The page loaded horribly slow. so i just surf around and stuff. when the page finally loaded. I couldnt believe my eyes, there lies. 3 a's, my head went blank. I couldn't think carefully. I click the cumulative GPA score. it wrote. 3.323. Gosh I am damm happy with my results. I know i have done my best, probably not my best. But i just couldnt believe my score would be that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In genting now... Freaking cold... Shivering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work harder tim for next term, you can do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i want my umbrella.. lol....&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/3936653437385285495-4093797545088043409?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4093797545088043409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=4093797545088043409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4093797545088043409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4093797545088043409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/04/triangles.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-3636791521999868487</id><published>2009-02-17T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:04:42.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So let me just tell you how one of my bad days go. Valentine’s day, everyone with their love one’s celebrating, me; working hard. Its bad enough that the restaurant is fully booked. Whats worse is there were only 5 people working. Cool huh? and there just got to be this asshole working. So this asshole if you know who i am talking about its Mr B. can call him mr bastard, mr bitch or just asshole. so what he did to make me so piss off is that the restaurant is so crowded, we and the manager working our ass off. he could actually slack, yup you heard me SLACK. how he did that i dont know. probably he doesnt has any IQ, EQ or conscience to see us working.In short he’s just an pain to society. You know me i don’t scold anyone unless he provokes me or do something i really dislike. Mr b looking us working hard can actually go to the toliet, when i have to control. lol funny right dont even have time to go toliet but he went. what an ass. and one more thing he can look at us and drink his bloody drink. Gosh. Ok lets not talk bout him anymore. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what have you done this valentine, was your date punctual, brought you presents? Damm why do i always spent valentine’s day alone or doing something stupid. Gosh…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Won’t be blogging for the next few days will be studying hard and planning hard for lots of stuff(Global expedition program, 30hour fast and imagine cup).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So see you in march ciao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-3636791521999868487?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3636791521999868487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=3636791521999868487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3636791521999868487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3636791521999868487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-9015738054507387117</id><published>2009-02-09T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:07:01.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm so lets see, the time has come of the year that everyone in my class starts to stress and whatever. ok probably not everyone. Anyway well its EXAMS and more exams. ok i'm just exaggerating, its only one haha. But its still difficult. anyway. my wife(laptop) is in hospital now. so using my dad's com. Many big stuff coming up so be sure to watch this space. 30 hour FAST, Cambodia trip(global expedition program by the school) and what else oh yes. CLASS CHALET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload some street photos and cny at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2MAriU2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/fhmwGbhDcIw/s1600-h/DSC_6954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2MAriU2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/fhmwGbhDcIw/s320/DSC_6954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796341384008546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2LictESI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VKZsjiUPrfQ/s1600-h/DSC_6953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2LictESI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VKZsjiUPrfQ/s320/DSC_6953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796333268734242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2Le9a8bI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qslyBzte1cE/s1600-h/DSC_6952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2KwIHqGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eCxPbswFRxY/s320/DSC_6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796319760623714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1NSu4L_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/q1bSMAYkUws/s1600-h/DSC_6912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1NSu4L_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/q1bSMAYkUws/s320/DSC_6912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795263898103794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1NANz76I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MqyW3qz2HU0/s1600-h/DSC_6911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1NANz76I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MqyW3qz2HU0/s320/DSC_6911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795258927574946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1M92b6lI/AAAAAAAAALw/i5J3M08uKa4/s1600-h/DSC_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1M92b6lI/AAAAAAAAALw/i5J3M08uKa4/s320/DSC_6908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795258292660818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1MqUSw8I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZGktwQKVqA8/s1600-h/DSC_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1MqUSw8I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZGktwQKVqA8/s320/DSC_6906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795253049181122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1MsovUOI/AAAAAAAAALg/e0Smk6p6ZTo/s1600-h/CSC_6956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA1MsovUOI/AAAAAAAAALg/e0Smk6p6ZTo/s320/CSC_6956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795253671809250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good Old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3H5RlF5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7K1gcepi3Fs/s1600-h/DSC_7087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3H5RlF5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7K1gcepi3Fs/s320/DSC_7087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797370188240786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HtK_OUI/AAAAAAAAANI/NoaruAZFmfk/s1600-h/DSC_7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HtK_OUI/AAAAAAAAANI/NoaruAZFmfk/s320/DSC_7086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797366939367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HimUkiI/AAAAAAAAANA/e0E3DcgfNjQ/s1600-h/DSC_7085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HimUkiI/AAAAAAAAANA/e0E3DcgfNjQ/s320/DSC_7085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797364101222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3Hax2RYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cLLKNu8fwqo/s1600-h/DSC_6591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3Hax2RYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cLLKNu8fwqo/s320/DSC_6591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797362002085250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HJD0NgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fg_VT6UDPYE/s1600-h/CSC_7109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA3HJD0NgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fg_VT6UDPYE/s320/CSC_7109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797357245609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4W_HF3zI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QpS933brOtA/s1600-h/DSC_7106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4W_HF3zI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QpS933brOtA/s320/DSC_7106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798728964529970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WhdMoeI/AAAAAAAAANw/o2SOjpdTW80/s1600-h/DSC_7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WhdMoeI/AAAAAAAAANw/o2SOjpdTW80/s320/DSC_7102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798721004184034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4Wizxk9I/AAAAAAAAANo/6sML7hJIfY8/s1600-h/DSC_7101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4Wizxk9I/AAAAAAAAANo/6sML7hJIfY8/s320/DSC_7101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798721367315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WVAVECI/AAAAAAAAANg/YercingHK40/s1600-h/DSC_7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WVAVECI/AAAAAAAAANg/YercingHK40/s320/DSC_7099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798717661876258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WHEzk_I/AAAAAAAAANY/nfa3b3RWtFs/s1600-h/DSC_7089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA4WHEzk_I/AAAAAAAAANY/nfa3b3RWtFs/s320/DSC_7089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798713922556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-9015738054507387117?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/9015738054507387117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=9015738054507387117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9015738054507387117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9015738054507387117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-so-lets-see-time-has-come-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SZA2MAriU2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/fhmwGbhDcIw/s72-c/DSC_6954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-4947210301729039292</id><published>2009-01-27T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:42:55.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old man Argues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hey everyone haha haven been blogging for ages. So it came down to one day when i really found a topic to blog about. Its old people ok i’m not gonna criticize them or whatsoever but there was this time not so long ago that i was in a mini bus with my dad fetching some of the old relatives that came to our house for chinese new year. So what happen was we heading towards Galaxy tower(somewhere near paya lebar mrt) and my father was driving so this uncle, kinda old about 70+ was sitting in front giving unsure road directions to my father. The uncle keeps repeating and repeating the directions like “go straight, go straight, when you see the sign turn you turn(of course he was unsure of it)” and he keeps repeating and repeating and my father keeps saying ok ok. I dont know how my father tolerates because i couldnt tahan at all sitting beside my father listening to the uncle give directions and stuff and i was there bla bla bla. But the fact was his building was really difficult to enter because its a one way street and the one way street is like just after a petrol station so if you miss it, you gotta make a big u turn. Yup. So funny and piss off, half half la. I hope i wont be like this when i get old .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SX8PWUPXcmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uGbQiwtZGdI/s1600-h/___saqsih__by_peachm%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="___saqsih__by_peachm" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="___saqsih__by_peachm" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SX8PXmjTlbI/AAAAAAAAALc/x-zwTYAA0oY/___saqsih__by_peachm_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gosh….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-4947210301729039292?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4947210301729039292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=4947210301729039292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4947210301729039292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4947210301729039292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-man-argues.html' title='Old man Argues'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SX8PXmjTlbI/AAAAAAAAALc/x-zwTYAA0oY/s72-c/___saqsih__by_peachm_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1084563217314234830</id><published>2009-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:37:11.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIalFt1N0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/liE47tN4Z0g/s1600-h/DSC_6104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIalFt1N0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/liE47tN4Z0g/s320/DSC_6104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287818136978274114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIak0PGqZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BQaJ98B-qgU/s1600-h/DSC_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIak0PGqZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BQaJ98B-qgU/s320/DSC_6082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287818132285991314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakswy44I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I0_6VWjJYfY/s1600-h/DSC_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakswy44I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I0_6VWjJYfY/s320/DSC_6081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287818130279818114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakSlaRyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-uVgcQhfjso/s1600-h/DSC_6067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakSlaRyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-uVgcQhfjso/s320/DSC_6067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287818123252746018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakGs-R2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZgLK2D2WUnc/s1600-h/DSC_6063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIakGs-R2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZgLK2D2WUnc/s320/DSC_6063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287818120063240034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaXSxr1eI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o9KBbXfqoyE/s1600-h/DSC_6054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaXSxr1eI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o9KBbXfqoyE/s320/DSC_6054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287817899965928930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaXKpDMFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jUBcbgG5T3I/s1600-h/DSC_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaXKpDMFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jUBcbgG5T3I/s320/DSC_6044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287817897782227026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaW3QFlKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MWVZKsD2no0/s1600-h/DSC_6042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaW3QFlKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MWVZKsD2no0/s320/DSC_6042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287817892577252514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaW47ZphI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jWxKFPc0bxw/s1600-h/DSC_6027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaW47ZphI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jWxKFPc0bxw/s320/DSC_6027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287817893027358226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaWrNwh0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/sfMqv32IkkU/s1600-h/CSC_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIaWrNwh0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/sfMqv32IkkU/s320/CSC_6113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287817889346258754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the pictures i took during my visit to the colobarium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1084563217314234830?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1084563217314234830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1084563217314234830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1084563217314234830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1084563217314234830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-pictures-i-took-during-my-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SWIalFt1N0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/liE47tN4Z0g/s72-c/DSC_6104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6836763559087868497</id><published>2008-11-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:13:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TORTURING WEEK AHEAD AND THE WEEK AHEAD AND THE WEEK AHEAD.... Once again the time has come for us to lock our DOTA's and black shot, and open our books for a long week of test and practical... all the best PNJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's birthday is exactly one month before mine, and this year was a blast dad really bend it like beckham. i mean he did too good. candles on the floor leading to the table. Music was a blast sounded like a full band although its just my brother playing. and well i take photos of course. some of it. coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              I bake this cake lol... premix(brownie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VvWkX1pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DbXMRBxtoak/s1600-h/DSC_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VvWkX1pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DbXMRBxtoak/s320/DSC_4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272965010721068690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        mum in a state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VvKqFYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EGTc3VaYc9E/s1600-h/DSC_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VvKqFYBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EGTc3VaYc9E/s320/DSC_4870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272965007523799058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             see my bro give act cute face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1Vu0lKagI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DdtmSvZlh5g/s1600-h/DSC_4851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1Vu0lKagI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DdtmSvZlh5g/s320/DSC_4851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272965001597577730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VublNaaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7PkD4pQ6PbU/s1600-h/DSC_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VublNaaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7PkD4pQ6PbU/s320/DSC_4801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272964994886887842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right candle light pavement.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VufHRNKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hHm8mBzj7vg/s1600-h/DSC_4847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VufHRNKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hHm8mBzj7vg/s320/DSC_4847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272964995835049122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6836763559087868497?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6836763559087868497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6836763559087868497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6836763559087868497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6836763559087868497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/11/torturing-week-ahead-and-week-ahead-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SS1VvWkX1pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DbXMRBxtoak/s72-c/DSC_4879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1135266506002909610</id><published>2008-11-20T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:06:26.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i havent been blogging for a long long time. been busy with stuff. birthday celebrations. party party and more parties...yup and i have been learning how to bake. this are some pictures i took taste quite good actually haha. Boasting bout my muffins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SSZPl_jrOiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j5p1zTttKiI/s1600-h/DSC_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SSZPl_jrOiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j5p1zTttKiI/s320/DSC_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270987928018565666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally a song dedication as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky by jason mraz feat colbie calliat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/div&gt;             .............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1135266506002909610?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1135266506002909610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1135266506002909610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1135266506002909610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1135266506002909610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-havent-been-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SSZPl_jrOiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j5p1zTttKiI/s72-c/DSC_4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-785358709384214020</id><published>2008-11-04T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:57:34.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FM STATIC "TONIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;All those drives, we had a million questions&lt;br /&gt;All about our lives&lt;br /&gt;And when we got to New York everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;were not enough, it used to feel like dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Except we always woke up,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you here now&lt;br /&gt;Would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me&lt;br /&gt;About when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you said that night&lt;br /&gt;That just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember the car you were last seen in&lt;br /&gt;And the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spilled our coffees&lt;br /&gt;And stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you sat and told me&lt;br /&gt;About your Jesus, and how not to look back&lt;br /&gt;Even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts so bad, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Not having you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-785358709384214020?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/785358709384214020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=785358709384214020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/785358709384214020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/785358709384214020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/11/fm-static-tonight-i-remember-times-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2698946490722793409</id><published>2008-10-31T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:44:52.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is to the person i hurt so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about these past few days i never knew you were in so much agony. It wasn't me who spread the gossips around but i had a part in it and i'm sorry. If you are angry at me, you can scold me or anything and i won't say anything. But dont't ignore me. please know that sometimes white lies are only at your advantage and it will only hurt the other party(I wouldn't know that too you i am so ignorant about things around me). I never blame you for ignoring me today. I'm just confuse, so confuse that when i think of it i will just blow up. I knew it wasn't the thing i gave you or your good friend that made you do this. I knew it was all my doing. if i knew this day would come, i wouldn't have told anyone else; and now its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the present was just merely a present personally from me there are no reasons behind or any motive behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the guys out there i know you're concern but just stop all those secret meetings or gossiping alright. I just want us, all of us to be as close as last time(i hope). alright M&amp;amp;M???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2698946490722793409?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2698946490722793409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2698946490722793409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2698946490722793409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2698946490722793409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-to-person-i-hurt-so-much-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1791464008226348019</id><published>2008-10-26T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:38:30.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to tell you the truth sometimes its better working with malays and indians when it comes to customer service.I have been in this line for bout a month now and some chinese promoters  still have the justice bao face. damm difficult to work with them, there was this time when i approach a customer and the promoter was a chinese. i have not even started on my speech when he gave me the stare. then i said alright i will come back later. goodness. i'm not saying all are as evil as them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alright have you ever heard of dynamo power? NO not the one that your mum use to wash clothes, i mean pure electrical energy. never alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my friends from courts called me over to their discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend a: Timothy come over here.&lt;br /&gt;Friend b: Alright we are having a debate here whether the citrus juicer (electronic orange juice squeezer) will produce electricity and get you electrocuted a not.&lt;br /&gt;Friend a: when not plug in into the socket of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm i suppose not?&lt;br /&gt;friend a: u see there's a myth that if you turn the top of the blender which is use to squeeze the juice out, will create a electric current in the two pin plug.&lt;br /&gt;me: really?&lt;br /&gt;friend a: do you want to help us test this out?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok why not.&lt;br /&gt;friends and i proceed to the juicer.&lt;br /&gt;friend a: ok how this(two pin plug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend b: you ready?&lt;br /&gt;me: yup just bring it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was short pause and i felt countless of electric volts going through my hand. lol... felt numbness. ok guys if your friends ever tell you this is a myth, ITS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh my best fren said i was stupid to try this but just imagine yourself in my shoes. common sense will tell you this is impossible. but this is dynamo energy. if your wondering what was the feeling like, have you ever got trick by your friends to use a stapler only top find out its a gadget that sends numbness to your hand. ITS AT LEAST 10 TIMES THE PAIN!!!! this shows that i have a trait of a mythbuster and i confirm the myth! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1791464008226348019?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1791464008226348019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1791464008226348019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1791464008226348019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1791464008226348019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-tell-you-truth-sometimes-its-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7110679798468933403</id><published>2008-10-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:55:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few weeks my religion was at the bottomless pit, i didn't knew what to do after i watch da vinci code. I thought something made sense in the movie. I thought church lied to us. I even thought of not going to church forever. but that change when i helped out in the archdiocese youth day yesterday. I was the stage runner, very hectic, got to run around looking for this and that. Making sure the performers go up at the right time. and so on. but that wasn't what change my mind. It actually was the atmosphere, the hype in the stadium, the emcees were cool. especially brother derrick, haha and not forgetting shireen. well i thought that religious and the consecrated are boring and they are ain't cool. but wo.. he definitely change my perspective of the religious. Well back to the concert, well some churches apparently didn't knew when to be serious and crazy. It was actually during the praise and worship that change me probably its the songs. He knew i was there, he knew that all that had been leaving church would be there and he didnt want anyone of us to miss it and i thought if i never watch that movie or know anything bout it i wouldn't have skip church for the past few weeks. I'm BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And finally my lens hood has arrived. I bought it on ebay, cause i couldn't find it in singapore. phew thank god it fits otherwise my 15 bucks would be going down the drain, Lots of upcoming events. Oh and i sign up for a dj course/workshop. totally cool should go try. scratching counting beats, mixing them oh its just so good. My aim now is to study HARD and get into next years elective unix security and finally get a attachment in HP phillipines. oh boy i will work hard to get there. NO MORE SLACKING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7110679798468933403?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7110679798468933403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7110679798468933403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7110679798468933403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7110679798468933403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-few-weeks-my-religion-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2788278183049789536</id><published>2008-10-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:41:44.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIAN&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; i want to upload pictures that took with my cam but there's a problem. I HAVE NO FREE time to do it... sian... gosh my new found wife haha.. anyway... these past few days keep going out with my bestie... gosh damm siao.... aiyo............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY time table is FREAKING LONG. welll i shall not go into details. lest i bore you.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2788278183049789536?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2788278183049789536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2788278183049789536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2788278183049789536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2788278183049789536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/10/sian-i-want-to-upload-pictures-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7614827932336054747</id><published>2008-10-06T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:45:38.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there..... see my d40x its been strike off right... nope its not that i'm aint gonna buy anymore. Its I GOT IT ALREADY MUAH HAHAHAHAHAHAH... lol... not that i want to boast but its so freaking goood.... lol.... anyway... super happy and super sad at the same time cause my results were awfully horrendous. i got gpa of 2.5 only wth la.... i knew that i would have taken a B for my sam but my nwt suprisngly its a C... gosh and that is like my strongest subject... dammm.... oh ya.... happy birthday to all my friends... that just passed i mean... haha... too many to say... but one of them is my good friend and a member of my fraternity... JING LING&gt;..... happy 19th birthday....&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/3936653437385285495-7614827932336054747?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7614827932336054747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7614827932336054747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7614827932336054747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7614827932336054747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/10/loook-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8810012266591144137</id><published>2008-09-29T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:17:35.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from dreams to aspirations to reality</title><content type='html'>Just met a couple of my secondary friends for a cup of coffee after a tiring day of working at F1. After talking to some of them i have decided to blog, well its what they said that made me want to write or rather type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were kids or teenagers our dream or goal was to get good grades, the latest tech toys, the hot girls, and many more. 4 years have passed since we left secondary school or "childhood days" gone were the times when we had to stress ourselves over mid-year exams and final year too. gone were the days when we had to wake up at 5.45 am to pull ourselves up to go to school. gone were the times when we had to wear school uniform, gone were the times we had to force ourselves to sing the national anthem, gone were the times when we had to greet our teachers when he or she enters. and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my ambition when i was young was to open a restaurant, don't laugh i'm serious i had a interest in culinary and f&amp;amp;b. yup if you don't know i can cook, I CAN. and i can whip out a heavenly pasta. lol. anyway for my classmates, well some of them were in gangs and stuff and their ambition was to own a territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was different yesterday some had dreams of owning a car, planning of a luxurious wedding. as i was listening to him speak, i was telling myself wow time can really change a person's thinking or probably we are more matured now compared to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i wish that all my friends will have their dreams come true.GOOD LUCK GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;F1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup was working there as a housekeeping personnel. well actually i am just a standby and its so good. cause i get to slack almost half of the day and we only work not more than  2 hours thats so good and whats more dinner is provided(awful packed food-dont wanna talk about it) and it pays 6 an hour gosh so shiok la.... anyway i am going to watch f1 next year whoo hoo. no more cleaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if singapore does this every year our economy will go up. imagine this a hot dog cost 8 bucks and well i suppose all the food inside are expensive. well will upload some vids and pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8810012266591144137?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8810012266591144137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8810012266591144137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8810012266591144137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8810012266591144137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-dreams-to-aspirations-to-reality.html' title='from dreams to aspirations to reality'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-4752675564869760679</id><published>2008-09-19T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:25:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK OK finally blog after so many ppl pester me to UPdate Update... so sian... well my reason for not updating is because i am.... i am... too..... LAZY&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. oh well whatever since i'm here might as well type a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the major exams have passed and i am EN JOY ING the high life right now. NOPE not spending lavishly but enjoying my life to the highest point. well actually not so, cause i am working hard....&lt;br /&gt; at amk hub as a redemption hmmm what should i call myself, well ppl tell me i speak like a machine. so ya i work as a redemption machine lol...those that know me you will know that i got a slang when i speak in english and sometimes it goes way off hand. example a. customer comes and my speech starts so when i finish the customer will go HUH&gt;&gt;&gt;???? question marks all over their foreheads.. and sometimes i have to speak in mandarin and gosh i think i have improve TREMENDOUSLY.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working there is fun especially with my colleagues, always make fun of sarah... haha....&lt;br /&gt;well made new friends and i love my job whats more it pays $$$$$$$ more than abc company....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well got save save and save... upcoming activities..... whoo hoo. outings ... shopping..,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing... 2nd OCT is my death anniversary please pray for me... thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-4752675564869760679?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4752675564869760679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=4752675564869760679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4752675564869760679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4752675564869760679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-ok-finally-blog-after-so-many-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-777891737119173091</id><published>2008-09-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:12:10.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT the hell is wrong with ABC company man... I just loss a few credit card slips or rather i don't remembering lossing them at all. And they have to deduct so much. and whats more i thought they had deducted finish already so i thought i would one day. and that pay was being deducted what the hell la... and i still got another 31 plus still haven pay...&lt;br /&gt;WTH i am not going back there to work already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMM the company so rich got three cinemas 2 freaking huge buildings and our pay is only $4 bucks... still want to deduct..&lt;br /&gt;I mean its just paper.. credit card slips... what have you got to lose? you still get the money? So thats how you earn. no wonder you're so rich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Today i saw a mother and daughter walking along the pavement when i was coming back. The floor is made from ceramic tiles and its slippery because its raining. well apparently the mother was walking in front of the daughter slowly but hastily walking. Turning her head back a few times to check on her daughter. Well what i thought was the mother was actually finding a safe route by sacrificing herself to be in the front so as not to let her daughter fall. I thought will the daughter ever know this. I suddenly thought that its not really material stuff(shoes with super good soles) that will support us if we ever fall, its our parents. Have you ever neglect your parents. always finding them a nag or a nuisance. Well i have, and felt really regret it. The way our parents shower on us their unconditional love really make me feel regretful of all my actions.&lt;br /&gt;And when we grow up, we just throw them into a old folks home. Remember the times when we were just born and are always so irritating by our cries and our poops, who cleared them and tolerate with us, brought us up and raise us so well. gosh i didn't knew all those till today or rather i should say i never felt this way before. I wouldn't want to send them to an old folks home. NEVER. WOULD you send them after all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL FATHERS and MOTHERS in the world a BIG THANK YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-777891737119173091?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/777891737119173091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=777891737119173091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/777891737119173091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/777891737119173091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-hell-is-wrong-with-abc-company-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-5484440246666638649</id><published>2008-08-30T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:13:20.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air force OH 08</title><content type='html'>lets see what would you be doing on a Saturday morning? well you see i woke up at 7 in the morning to go catch the air force open house to test my skills. lol i noe the pictures came out a bit off. so i set off armed with my filmed semi-pro, a compact digi cam, a spare batt and a tripod. guessed wad i forgot to bring extra film lol...but anyway i got to take some nice pics when i developed it(hopefully cause the film is super old) i will post it... so these are some pics that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqJ3sTg9I/AAAAAAAAABw/B0DISNSYWkc/s1600-h/DSCF2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqJ3sTg9I/AAAAAAAAABw/B0DISNSYWkc/s320/DSCF2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336359223428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Yup this crowded(9am in the morning) crazy Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqKKqXHfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/chQUL3_-_Do/s1600-h/DSCF2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqKKqXHfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/chQUL3_-_Do/s320/DSCF2076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336364315549170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqKTQxHTI/AAAAAAAAACA/cSE6ZR6fOA8/s1600-h/DSCF2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqKTQxHTI/AAAAAAAAACA/cSE6ZR6fOA8/s320/DSCF2077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336366624120114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   The Black Knights™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqK1Uo90I/AAAAAAAAACI/JXxZuGLYsgc/s1600-h/DSCF2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqK1Uo90I/AAAAAAAAACI/JXxZuGLYsgc/s320/DSCF2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336375767168834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       The only time when i can show off my butt&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqK0GHTQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9ESscD19yns/s1600-h/DSCF2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqK0GHTQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9ESscD19yns/s320/DSCF2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336375437806850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Some of the F16s i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqr05RwKI/AAAAAAAAACY/0qsUMofYNLw/s1600-h/DSCF2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqr05RwKI/AAAAAAAAACY/0qsUMofYNLw/s320/DSCF2081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336942588084386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsCvDAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/5LBcungDTYo/s1600-h/DSCF2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsCvDAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/5LBcungDTYo/s320/DSCF2083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336946303271298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsJotl-I/AAAAAAAAACo/XC_Fj0MEryI/s1600-h/DSCF2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsJotl-I/AAAAAAAAACo/XC_Fj0MEryI/s320/DSCF2085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336948155750370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Auntie shelter me more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsQ3LFcI/AAAAAAAAACw/C6gmIAohjJw/s1600-h/DSCF2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsQ3LFcI/AAAAAAAAACw/C6gmIAohjJw/s320/DSCF2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336950095451586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsgtD4kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ko_OmfXguC4/s1600-h/DSCF2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlqsgtD4kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ko_OmfXguC4/s320/DSCF2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240336954348003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsM_CWK0I/AAAAAAAAADA/p7am0qwS9GA/s1600-h/DSCF2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsM_CWK0I/AAAAAAAAADA/p7am0qwS9GA/s320/DSCF2091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338611757787970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNElBOQI/AAAAAAAAADI/SM8qSG_qUj8/s1600-h/DSCF2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNElBOQI/AAAAAAAAADI/SM8qSG_qUj8/s320/DSCF2093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338613245393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNhpq8yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1FkEHxWxncw/s1600-h/DSCF2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNhpq8yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1FkEHxWxncw/s320/DSCF2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338621049533218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNky_eDI/AAAAAAAAADY/ATgnqgyYKeo/s1600-h/DSCF2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsNky_eDI/AAAAAAAAADY/ATgnqgyYKeo/s320/DSCF2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338621893933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsOEKo7wI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z5pXH2pZyT0/s1600-h/DSCF2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlsOEKo7wI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z5pXH2pZyT0/s320/DSCF2097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338630314618626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Parachuter's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls2uRaDXI/AAAAAAAAADo/32HiXkGijvs/s1600-h/DSCF2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls2uRaDXI/AAAAAAAAADo/32HiXkGijvs/s320/DSCF2098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339328812060018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Preparing for take off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="399" height="262" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe514df55c87475f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe514df55c87475f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952124%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4491C44D54EAFD4665BE035F2AB70B400312B483.695DCF4732E154E710745482844698BB7A21BD8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe514df55c87475f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ULGwtaFmWBtYXHSsXoxvpEU0I4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33cf5b444355b793%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952124%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D284839319AB6E864659F1BA9376DC3AC5BADB04F.4F0BB9AC4D4113422D85EC65317084E4433D9CBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33cf5b444355b793%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbEtm-hROv3hPhFsMpI_RQ_3P0Z0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="398" height="330" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33cf5b444355b793%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329952124%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D284839319AB6E864659F1BA9376DC3AC5BADB04F.4F0BB9AC4D4113422D85EC65317084E4433D9CBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33cf5b444355b793%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbEtm-hROv3hPhFsMpI_RQ_3P0Z0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people with their lens are irritating me lol.(jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls214t0eI/AAAAAAAAADw/6WXj7g97khQ/s1600-h/DSCF2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls214t0eI/AAAAAAAAADw/6WXj7g97khQ/s320/DSCF2101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339330855981538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3LPqFVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oyXYNJ1Iek0/s1600-h/DSCF2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3LPqFVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oyXYNJ1Iek0/s320/DSCF2105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339336589350226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Landing on UMBRELLAS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3UWrv9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FEMoYGacURM/s1600-h/DSCF2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3UWrv9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FEMoYGacURM/s320/DSCF2106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339339034738642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Whoa so many umbrellas, which one to land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3qPHMgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rM13xQEtgk4/s1600-h/DSCF2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLls3qPHMgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rM13xQEtgk4/s320/DSCF2109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240339344908562946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                              EH...(mr eagle) mr apache dun fly so fast i cannot catch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludJYbTHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/biDpT-qN-XY/s1600-h/DSCF2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludJYbTHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/biDpT-qN-XY/s320/DSCF2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341088435915890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludQhwPbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaCB-o7RkIg/s1600-h/DSCF2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludQhwPbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaCB-o7RkIg/s320/DSCF2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341090354085298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludp_TIdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GmeVBf2jJus/s1600-h/DSCF2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLludp_TIdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GmeVBf2jJus/s320/DSCF2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341097188893138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                            What's there???                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlud6V-7JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_EgYW1d6sOs/s1600-h/DSCF2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlud6V-7JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_EgYW1d6sOs/s320/DSCF2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341101579005074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                            Nice shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLluePOy2MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jbWmzbT13Ko/s1600-h/DSCF2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLluePOy2MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jbWmzbT13Ko/s320/DSCF2127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341107185998018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvXvb72dI/AAAAAAAAAE4/djWlTKvZsYI/s1600-h/DSCF2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvXvb72dI/AAAAAAAAAE4/djWlTKvZsYI/s320/DSCF2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240342095083592146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvYDN1MoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j5XK8peoHhs/s1600-h/DSCF2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvYDN1MoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/j5XK8peoHhs/s320/DSCF2130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240342100393144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvsuvX5oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qhLeMFUZSu0/s1600-h/side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SLlvsuvX5oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qhLeMFUZSu0/s320/side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240342455673939586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Some of my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8465170136954773572</id><published>2008-08-22T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:02:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a frist impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here I've lost my place I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Usual... another dedication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8465170136954773572?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8465170136954773572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7331864628532409028</id><published>2008-08-20T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:30:06.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;i got tagged by sophia(xiao mei aka ah ma)!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;my mummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;3. 5 impressions you have of him/her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;abusive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;friendly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm i guess it will be the honey drink at chalet....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she has said to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm erzi kuai... lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;i will buy protective vest for myself.: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;don't so violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;no its IMPOSSIBLE!! Sian lor, Drop dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;she pinch till i cant see my self in the mirror( lol its kinda of the same answer cause they are both the same like mother like daughter)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;10. The most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;not sure...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;aggressive but caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm high...feel comfortable. la of course..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;13. The characteristic you love about yourself is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; i create laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;too &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;myself duh.. why would i want to be somebody else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;I love you guys !!!!(see, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;exaggerating) seriously...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;17. Pass this on to 10 people you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;1.Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;2.Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;3.Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Jee Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;6.Jing Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Stanley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;8. Vinna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;9. Esther liang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;10. Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is no. 6 (Jing Ling) having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm some guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 9 (Esther) a female or male?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;if no. 7 (stanley) and 10 (gabriel) are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;not sure i guess not they will probably dota the whole day. Eewwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How about no. 5 (jee chin) and no. 8 (vinna )?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;one's my close friend the other my dear cousin what do you think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What is no. 2 (Cindy) studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;same as me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3(Sophia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; ~&gt;just now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What kind of music band does no. 8(vinna) like?♫ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i hope not techno can already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 1(benjamin) have any siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;yes! 1 bro 1 sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Will you woo no. 3 (sophia)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;probably...(horr ah ma) lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How about no. 7 (stanley)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;no way he's just obsess with his languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 4 (stephanie) single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;yes! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the surname of no. 5 (jee chin)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the name of no. 10 (gabriel)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; gabriel Ho wei jie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the hobby of no. 4 (stephanie)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;watching gross movies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do no. 5 (jee chin) and 9 (esther) get along well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm they don't know each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Where is no. 2 (Cindy) studying at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;My school &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Say something casual about no. 1 (benjamin).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;Hi boss!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8 (vinna)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; She's my baobei cousin for goodness sake...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Where does no. 9 (esther)live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;khatib lor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What color does no. 4 (stephanie) like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i dont really noe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Are no. 5 (jee chin) and 1 (benjamin) best friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;ey dont noe each other at all.. probably yess seen a few times at sch ba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 7 (stanley) like no. 2 (cindy)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i hope not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How did you get to know no. 2 (cindy)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;same class! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 1 (benjamin) have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; yes.. he's nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 7 (stanley) the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm i prefer not to answer this question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;tagged and did! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7331864628532409028?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7331864628532409028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7331864628532409028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7331864628532409028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7331864628532409028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-tagged-by-sophiaxiao-mei-aka-ah_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1511347635992424336</id><published>2008-08-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:58:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;i got tagged by sophia(xiao mei aka ah ma)!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; Sophia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;My Super young ah ma so old still so fit and pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;3. 5 impressions you have of him/her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;abusive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;friendly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;sporty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm i don't think she did anything for me yet except she gave me a super big pinch which of course as usual left a super duper big blue black(exaggerating) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she has said to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;quite a few but its usually (timmy timmy(does that count?))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;i will throw her off the building strap to a bungee strap first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;mad more with me! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;no its IMPOSSIBLE!! Sian lor, Drop dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;she pinch till i cant see my self in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;10. The most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm have gelare together(you promised hor ah ma)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;wonderful and perfect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm high...feel comfortable. la of course..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;13. The characteristic you love about yourself is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; i create laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;too &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;myself duh.. why would i want to be somebody else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;I love you guys !!!!(see, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;exaggerating) seriously...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;17. Pass this on to 10 people you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;1.Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;2.Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;3.Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Jee Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;6.Jing Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Stanley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;8. Vinna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;9. Esther liang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;10. Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who is no. 6 (Jing Ling) having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm some guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 9 (Esther) a female or male?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;if no. 7 (stanley) and 10 (gabriel) are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;not sure i guess not they will probably dota the whole day. Eewwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How about no. 5 (jee chin) and no. 8 (vinna )?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;one's my close friend the other my dear cousin what do you think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What is no. 2 (Cindy) studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;same as me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3(Sophia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; ~&gt;just now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What kind of music band does no. 8(vinna) like?♫ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i hope not techno can already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 1(benjamin) have any siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;yes! 1 bro 1 sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Will you woo no. 3 (sophia)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;probably...(horr ah ma) lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How about no. 7 (stanley)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;no way he's just obsess with his languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 4 (stephanie) single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;yes! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the surname of no. 5 (jee chin)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the name of no. 10 (gabriel)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; gabriel Ho wei jie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s the hobby of no. 4 (stephanie)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;watching gross movies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do no. 5 (jee chin) and 9 (esther) get along well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm they don't know each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Where is no. 2 (Cindy) studying at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;My school &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Say something casual about no. 1 (benjamin).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;Hi boss!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8 (vinna)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; She's my baobei cousin for goodness sake...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Where does no. 9 (esther)live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;khatib lor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;What color does no. 4 (stephanie) like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i dont really noe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Are no. 5 (jee chin) and 1 (benjamin) best friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;ey dont noe each other at all.. probably yess seen a few times at sch ba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 7 (stanley) like no. 2 (cindy)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;i hope not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;How did you get to know no. 2 (cindy)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;same class! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Does no. 1 (benjamin) have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt; yes.. he's nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is no. 7 (stanley) the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;~&gt;umm i prefer not to answer this question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;tagged and did! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1511347635992424336?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1511347635992424336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1511347635992424336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1511347635992424336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1511347635992424336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-tagged-by-sophiaxiao-mei-aka-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6191541802604577627</id><published>2008-08-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:37:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know what should i type.&lt;br /&gt;Only You know how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times are really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Is making money you ever thought off?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had someone.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of anyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try Photography to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;Probably that will relieve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress?&lt;br /&gt;Why must my country be bound by money making thoughts only.&lt;br /&gt;Why must we compete with each other?&lt;br /&gt;Why must the children go for so many enrichment courses?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we be one of the tops?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we prove ourselves so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we study so hard just for a piece or maybe two pieces of lamented paper?&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever stop learning to make money?&lt;br /&gt;When will the people think that money is not really everything?&lt;br /&gt;When will we stop competing with people over positions?&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever learn to love ourselves even more?&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;When will time stop for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;When will the girls stop thinking about having rich boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;When will the guys ever stop thinking of making more money to impress the girls?&lt;br /&gt;Is our life really just about money making?&lt;br /&gt;Is our life really that difficult to live?&lt;br /&gt;Is our life really all about making the mark?&lt;br /&gt;Is our life really all about Jobs?&lt;br /&gt;Is our life really that tough?&lt;br /&gt;Is your life tough?&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling?&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling with money?&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling with your career?&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to achieve this?&lt;br /&gt;So that your future parents-in-law will think highly of you?&lt;br /&gt;So that your life may be more complete?&lt;br /&gt;So that you will find a wife easier?&lt;br /&gt;So that you will have a grand wedding?&lt;br /&gt;So that you will have a good paying job?&lt;br /&gt;So that you can live your next half live in a posh old folks home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we accomplish all this before we die?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we accomplish all this at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we have competitions not only in the workforce but as young as when we are in our kindergartens enjoying our childhood life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have YOU Ever thought of WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have thought about it of course.&lt;br /&gt;My answer its a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6191541802604577627?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6191541802604577627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6191541802604577627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6191541802604577627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6191541802604577627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-know-what-should-i-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7538178562806311293</id><published>2008-07-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:54:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i didn't knew you would change so fast. Probably i didnt matter to you at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just found a damm cool dance crew oh man they are called jabbawockeez. they are freestylers. Gosh i so wanna see them live. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, exams and more exams gosh when will it ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt at one point of your life, that nothing else matters anymore. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7538178562806311293?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7538178562806311293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7538178562806311293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7538178562806311293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7538178562806311293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-knew-you-would-change-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-9211175905800540450</id><published>2008-07-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:24:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but i'm missing you, your hugs and kisses. lol.. at the same time i feel i can live my life without a girlfriend, probably its because of my frens.M&amp;amp;M haha hmm lets just leave things as it is lor. haha i still waiting to go out with you ah esther liang...CHOMP CHOMP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work hard this year, cannot be the underdog anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-9211175905800540450?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/9211175905800540450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=9211175905800540450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9211175905800540450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9211175905800540450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-why-but-im-missing-you-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2668012013757002054</id><published>2008-07-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:14:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear i really wanted to come into your life earlier. I wished i had known you earlier . why must god be so unfair. gal i really don understand if ur reading this do know that i have nvr blame u all this time. if u feel that happiness means for us to break then so be it. i told u i just want you to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You tell me u can nvr let go of bobby. you tell me u nvr felt love before. you want a and b but how can u balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its like a see-saw if u cannot let go of bobby you cannot acheived the other one. i am not rushing u or anything but i just don want to see you like this. love is blind. i will wait for you. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u better take care of yourselve otherwise i skin u alive. (extracted from ur sms). and please stop scolding urself k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u scold urselve another time i really will skin u hahaha....take care of bob dog.. MY PRECIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and one more thing(voice of jackie chan's uncle(cartoon la)) i will always be right round the corner if u need me k. ass whooping kick ai yaaaaaa.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2668012013757002054?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2668012013757002054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2668012013757002054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2668012013757002054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2668012013757002054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/07/gal-i-really-don-understand-if-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-3576891075284182938</id><published>2008-06-29T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:38:33.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally after so long, i managed to catch you and hold you. I doubt you will regret your decision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU E.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may we continue to fall madly in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr PiG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-3576891075284182938?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3576891075284182938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=3576891075284182938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3576891075284182938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3576891075284182938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-after-so-long-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-4230769906705176676</id><published>2008-06-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:51:28.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never knew this day would come, to the point where i have to sit down holding to a piece of paper and a pen in the other jotting down my very own bucket list. Not that i am dying or whatsoever but to make my life more meaningful. the past few days has been up and downs because i dont know what you want from me, am i just a replacement or do i hold a special place in your heart. i really don know how you feel bout me, but i do know one thing for sure is that i love you so much. Just now at the bus stop, you made me feel alive again, felt joy and for once true love, theres no putting down of names here, you know who you are. whether your decision is good or bad to me i will still always be here so that you can have someone's shoulder to lean on alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have fallen for you already and there's no regret or turning back&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           i will love till the time stops and when earth vanishes i noe you are somewhere in the wide open space...&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/3936653437385285495-4230769906705176676?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4230769906705176676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=4230769906705176676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4230769906705176676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4230769906705176676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-never-knew-this-day-would-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-804222727330532592</id><published>2008-06-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:39:31.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally am able to blog again after the torturing week, probably month arh i dont know lost track of time... torture as in mental torture not the torture the japs use in ww2... aka thumb cramper and fingers puller or whatever it is called..&lt;br /&gt;Took test and more test, study and studied even more but still didnt make the mark gosh why am i always the underdog even though i have gone through this before.&lt;br /&gt;Am not able to forgive myself for making this grade. SO So many disappointing moments, when am i gonna push myself more, this doesn't seem right by posting all my sad moments but its the fact i am going through this. tried all sorts of ways to forget, but couldn't as it keep bombarding me with all this moments,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh if i just had studied harder when i was younger i wouldn't be in this mess, so hard to clear up now even worse than fragmenting my 10 years computer.&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired wish i could just step back frm all this, take a bow and kaPOom onto the flr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this working at this cinema , i feel its not worth it as i keep getting myself short and getting my pocket hole bigger by paying more worse still found out that the excess goes to the company. I feel that the company should save all this up and treat us to a nice DINNER AND DANCE for goodness sake. When there's excess your take it and bank it into your acc. when we short you ask us to pay frm our pockets even though we get peanuts frm working there so little i cant even feed myself with the salary, because of paying the shortages we make and its not our fault cause we get overloaded by Your, wouldnt point out names nor speak of them  but i tell you singapore cinemas are cheapskate....so cheapskate until they can earn at least 400% more...&lt;br /&gt;gosh i wouldnt wanna say more less i appear in the newspapers... in conclusion look for jobs that pay 6 bucks and above, feeds you i mean staff meals, clothe you and will protect your interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC (of course i wouldnt be that dumb to let you catch me like that dumb ass who are trying to catch me) is a fine country except for all this tiny little bits that the government would like to look into... like our salaries.. cause everything seems to be rising and we aint getting a piece of shit... and i am saying this for our sake, for the peoples sake..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-804222727330532592?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/804222727330532592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=804222727330532592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/804222727330532592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/804222727330532592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-finally-am-able-to-blog-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-3412356610748045946</id><published>2008-05-30T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:54:36.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not sure i am blogging after so long since my last blog... Do you know that i join rugby, yeah ouch, cause i am getting bruises all over. boy training is tough whats more the pro lite(POLITE or smth like that not too sure myself) games are here. And Bloco Singapura practice for the next show coming up in july i think and my band bbq ahhhh there are so, SO, So many things to do. TEST, exams, phase test so many thinking stuff AHHHHHHHH.... gotta plan properly, chalets and bbqs are so difficult to plan, People don't wanna pay, not sure hw many people coming, not sure who's bringing what. GOSH i think i can bang the wall thinking about all this stuff and the best part is its all within 1 month. Haizzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas trip, yup yup am offered to go. Its a community service project but i think i wont be going cause if the sch next year wanna send me for internship i won't be able to go cause the school only sponsors once for all students. ONE CHANCE nia... so forfit lor no choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN i tell ur a secret UBI is very ulu sia...Went to change my graphic card got artifact just after installing my graphic card got this and i have to take the bus and walk in to the place. I couldn't believe it, it was a half an hour walk from the bus stop goodness me i almost faint walking as the sun is high in the sky, scourging anyone it shines on. thank god i made it there manage to find the building and manage to get out of there unharm except of some strains in the leg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it for todays "adventure"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-3412356610748045946?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3412356610748045946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=3412356610748045946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3412356610748045946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3412356610748045946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-sure-i-am-blogging-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-4650554877196670341</id><published>2008-05-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:02:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disrespect</title><content type='html'>I finally blog again, after ummm 1 month and 12 days. Haha so longgggg seh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got a culture shock or whatever you called it. Well it was when i was walking towards my bus stop, when i saw this guy at the bus stop he was a poly student and well i don't know him la so kaypo(busy body) a while lor. While i was standing at the bus stop looking out for the bus, thinking whether to walk to the interchange or take a bus, this woman came from my right and went straight to the guy and said "Jun jie don't wait for the bus la, you will be late. Just walk there". The boy replied angrily " YOU WANT ME TO WALK TO Yio Chu Kang, its SO FAR" Then the mother( I think so) replied" But you will be late" The boy said" don't bother about me (still in an angry tone) i purposely want to be late want, cannot is it". The mother then walk away feeling embrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh have i ever did that to my mum in public, its so saddening to see teenagers in this generation. Scolding their parents, embrassing them, making them feel heartaching. but of course i didn't know what happen before that so i couldn't judge that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are parents teaching their kids, how are they reacting to these kind of situations???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all it is the parents who bore us and raise us up, can't we feel for them at all, the difficult times they have pulled through and this is all they got a scolding from their own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was that parent. how would i have reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i when to watch&lt;br /&gt;" accuracy of death "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good show except that its in jap but its alright it came with  subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells of how this Death God(Shinigami) judge a person before he decides to proceed(which means the person dies) and suspend( Never die la). So the whole three parts of the story is linked if you watched it.. the rest go watch it yourself don't wanna be a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next great show to watch " The chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard its better than the first have to go watch it myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed the song to "when i'm 64" by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older losing&lt;br /&gt;my hair many years from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be sending me a valentine,&lt;br /&gt;Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd been out til quarter to three would you lock the door?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me,&lt;br /&gt;will you still feed me,&lt;br /&gt; when I'm sixty-four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll be older too - AhAnd if you say the word,&lt;br /&gt;I could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone&lt;br /&gt;You can knit a sweater by the fireside,&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings, go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me,&lt;br /&gt;will you still feed me,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm sixty-four?&lt;br /&gt;Every summer we could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too dearWe shall skrimp and save,&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren at your knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera, Chuck, and Dave&lt;br /&gt;Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view&lt;br /&gt;Indicate precisely what you mean to say,&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely, wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still need me,&lt;br /&gt;will you still feed me,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm sixty-four?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-4650554877196670341?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/4650554877196670341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=4650554877196670341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4650554877196670341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/4650554877196670341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/05/disrespect.html' title='Disrespect'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6443731514692520066</id><published>2008-04-12T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:02:21.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orbs???</title><content type='html'>"Orbs" Debunked!&lt;br /&gt;Presented by Troy Taylor, Author of the GHOST HUNTER'S GUIDEBOOK and President of the American Ghost Society&lt;br /&gt;For many years, during all of my writing on ghosts and paranormal phenomena, I have maintained that nothing that I have written has ever been meant to be the “final word” on anything related to the paranormal. However, this section is actually meant to be the “final word” (or rather MY "final word") on the subject of “orbs”:&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the "orbs" already! "Orbs" are not evidence of the paranormal. They are not ghosts and they are not even "unexplained"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.prairieghosts.com/guidebook.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say this when I maintain there are no “experts” on the paranormal? Because so-called “orbs” have nothing to do with the paranormal! Let me back up a moment and say then I’m not talking about anomalous lights and globes of energy that are seen with the naked eye, I’m talking about those pesky, transparent balls that seem to show up in photos and have been claimed for more than a decade to be “evidence” of ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the "orb photographs" that turn up on Internet websites or in books seem to come from cemeteries but they actually have an annoying habit of showing up almost anywhere. They have become the most commonly reported types of "paranormal photos" claimed by “ghost hunters” in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began debunking the vast majority of “orb” photographs in the middle 1990s, around the same time that I began the controversy over using low-end digital cameras for paranormal investigation. The majority of “orb” photos from that time could be blamed on low resolution, low pixel cameras --- but not all of them. Despite what has been seen and heard, there has never been any evidence whatsoever to suggest that these “orbs” are in any way related to ghosts. Yes, they have often turned up in photos that are taken at haunted locations but, as my research started to show, they could turn up literally everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, "orb" photos are the most commonly seen "ghost photos" today and you will probably see more photos on the Internet of these purportedly "mysterious" balls of light than of anything else. While I do believe that genuine photographs of paranormal "lights" exist, they are not as common as many people think. The reason for this is that it’s very hard to photograph something at the same time you are observing it. However, it’s been done a number of times over the years at spook light locations and even during investigations. In my book Ghosts on Film, which deals specifically about spirit photography and investigations, I present a number of cases from my files where other researchers and myself were able to photograph glowing lights at the time they occurred. Were they ghosts? I don’t know but I can say that I believe the lights were paranormal in origin --- unlike “orbs”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I (along with many other researchers) have been trying to tell people that “orbs” are easily explained as a natural phenomenon for nearly a decade, those that I like to call “orb-a-philes” have continued to post “orb photographs” on websites, print them in books, display them at conferences and excitedly show them to me on their digital camera screens. When I suggest a possible explanation for the “orbs”, downplaying the idea that they are ghosts, I usually get the reaction that I described in the introduction to this book --- anger, righteous indignation and a comment that I don’t know what I am talking about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rather than try and argue with every “orb-a-phile” that I come across, I’ll let this article do my arguing for me. I don't plan to write about "orbs" ever again and so please spare me the angry emails that claim that I have no idea what I am talking about. This is the final opinion that I have come up with on "orbs" and keep in mind that it is my opinion -- I'm not an expert because there aren't any paranormal "experts"-- but this is what I have come up with based on research that dates back over more than two decades. With that said, what follows are the reasons that I do not believe that “orbs” have any place in the field of paranormal research:&lt;br /&gt;A typical "orb photograph" is usually one that is taken in an allegedly haunted place and somewhere within the photo is a hovering, round ball. Some of these "orbs" appear to be giving off light, while others appear to be transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should also be noted that "orbs" were actually quite rare (if not nonexistent) before digital cameras became common. In the early days of low-cost, cheap digital cameras, some "ghost hunters" actually proposed that digital cameras are "superior for orb photography". And since they were producing more "orb" photos, this was technically true. But the digital imaging chip is very different than traditional film photography and was far inferior until recent times. Some of the earlier, low-end digital cameras were made with CMOS chips and they would create "noise" in low-light photographs that would be mistaken for "orbs". It seemed that when they were used in darkness, or near darkness, the resulting images were plagued with spots that appeared white, or light colored, and where the digital pixels had not all filled in. In this manner, the cameras were creating "orbs", and they had no paranormal source at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common “orb” photos are merely refractions of light on the camera lens. This occurs when the camera flash bounces back from something reflective in the range of the camera. When this happens, it creates a perfectly round ball of light that appears to be within the parameters of the photo but is actually just an image on the lens itself. Many people often mistake these "orbs" for genuine evidence of ghosts, although I have never really been quite clear as to why that is. Most “orb” photos occur when the camera flash is used. Some of the photographers will insist that their flash was not on, which means it was and they didn't know it. The automatic exposure control on most any standard 35 mm camera uses fill flash in all but the brightest light.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, “orbs” don’t have to have a camera flash to be created. They can also be caused by bright lights in an area where the photo is being taken, by angles of light and by many types of artificial lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are lights and camera flashes the only thing that can cause “orbs” to appear? Far from it! Other objects that end up in front of the camera lens and are mistaken for paranormal images are dust, moisture, pollen, insects, snow, rain, hair, ash and scores of other semi-microscopic particles. In almost every case, the camera flash reflects on the surface of one of these particles and seems to “glow”, as one might expect a ghostly image to do.&lt;br /&gt;I started experimenting with “orb” photos a number of years ago, using a variety of materials, like flour, salt, dust and cat dander, to simulate “orbs” with my camera. I was not really that surprised to learn how easy it was to duplicate what so many people thought were ghosts using these ordinary items. The one argument that always intrigued me from the “orb-a-philes”, though, was: why, if “orbs” were not paranormal, did they so frequently turn up in photos taken at haunted locations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to research “orb” photos from graveyards, which I had seen scores of over the years. Keep in mind that I have often been openly critical of ghost hunting in cemeteries anyway. By that I mean, actually just going out to cemeteries and shooting photographs and hoping to capture something on film. While this is great for the hobbyist, I don't feel that it's serious research. Needless to say, I have been harshly criticized for this view. In spite of this, I have not changed my mind about the fact that random "ghost hunting" is not an investigation. And if this isn't reason enough to discourage this kind of activity; I soon had another reason for taking this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three other researchers, I went out to a cemetery that we picked at random on a warm summer night and took several rolls of film. We had no readings, stories or reports to justify the decision, but just took photos anyway. After having them developed, we discovered a number of the photos were filled with semi-transparent "orbs".&lt;br /&gt;On a hunch, we then went to a nearby football field that was roughly the same size as the cemetery we had already visited. We walked around for a few minutes and again shot a few rolls of film. I was unfortunately not surprised to find that these photos were also filled with “orbs”. Was the football field haunted? Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;What we did was walk around both areas and stir up dust and pollen from the grass. When we took the photos, these particles in the air caught the reflection of the camera flash and appeared to be "orbs". We also discovered that such photos could be taken after walking or driving on a dusty road. The dust particles would reflect the light, just as moisture can do, and make it seem as though the air was filled was "orbs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the experiment really just reinforced a belief that I already had --- namely that “orbs” are not paranormal --- I do think that it was worthwhile if even one “orb-a-phile” might see the results and question some of the photos that he or she has been presenting as genuine.&lt;br /&gt;After publishing this research, I was sure that this would be the end of people sending me photos of “orbs” and asking me to justify their belief that they had captured a ghost on film, but it wasn’t. In fact, people still send them to me on a regular basis and they usually follow it up with their arguments as to why they are sure their “orbs” are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST WORD ON “ORBS”?&lt;br /&gt;So, should we discount all “orb” photos? No, I don’t think that we should. As stated earlier, I do believe that there are genuine, paranormal images that appear and which are sometimes captured on film. These visible lights are a semi-common phenomenon but whether or not they signal the presence of ghosts is still open to debate. Regardless, I believe they are something paranormal in nature and we should continue to study them, as we have done for some time.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the “traditional orb photos” that have become the bane of paranormal research and I think that it’s time that we retired this irrelevant theory for good. This will be the last appearance that “orbs” make in any of my publications and hopefully, we’ll see them start to fade from the spotlight of paranormal research once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prairieghosts.com/"&gt;Return to the Ghosts of the Prairie Home Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Copyright 2008 by Troy Taylor. All Rights Reserved.Compliments to troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys so after all this shooting its not really real after all haha... scared the shit out of us last night hey... should have taken with the tree instead haha... no fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188355093710821954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SAC9d_k42kI/AAAAAAAAABU/EioasAWgk0I/s320/DSCF1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this might change your mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188357159590091346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SAC_WPk42lI/AAAAAAAAABc/ps5IiCmnfZk/s320/DSCF1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda the ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s haha its just slow shutter but it looks so eerie.... howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;ok if ur reading this will upload all my photos on friendster umm will grab some to put on blog as well so stay tune..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6443731514692520066?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6443731514692520066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6443731514692520066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6443731514692520066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6443731514692520066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/04/orbs.html' title='Orbs???'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SAC9d_k42kI/AAAAAAAAABU/EioasAWgk0I/s72-c/DSCF1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-3906830236497704551</id><published>2008-04-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:19:40.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i finally understand your definition of love, gifts. I think i have finally given up on you. After all the torture, i dont think i want this kind of love. I know every girl likes gifts, and i definetly suck at chasing girls. So whatever la, just wish you happyness(not spelling mistake i just like the spelling like this.). Yup so what i am single. so what if i become gay(thats not gonna happen) would you even bother. maybe i am destined to be single or even to become a priest. Damm all this love dovey stuff hate it...  hmm i always have songs to represent my blogs so this is the one "Come as you are" by nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;as you are&lt;br /&gt;as you were&lt;br /&gt;as I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;as a friend&lt;br /&gt;as a friend&lt;br /&gt;as an old enemy&lt;br /&gt;take your time&lt;br /&gt;hurry up the choice&lt;br /&gt;is your don't be late&lt;br /&gt;take a rest as a friend&lt;br /&gt;as an old memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;dowsed in mud&lt;br /&gt;soaked in bleach&lt;br /&gt;as I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;as a trend&lt;br /&gt;as a friend&lt;br /&gt;as an old memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I swear&lt;br /&gt;that I don't have a gun&lt;br /&gt;no I don't have a gun&lt;br /&gt;no I don't have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{don't have a gun&lt;br /&gt;and I swear that&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a gun no&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a gun no&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a gun no&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;br /&gt;memoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-3906830236497704551?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3906830236497704551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=3906830236497704551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3906830236497704551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3906830236497704551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-finally-understand-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-9057615135795218074</id><published>2008-04-02T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:28:56.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... didnt expect this to happen but its awesome this way. haha got chance, even if its 0.01 i will still take. Sry if i wasnt that of a gentlemen on your bdae, but if i paid for you everything wouldnt you find it weird. I will do my best lol. like taking practical test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-9057615135795218074?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/9057615135795218074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=9057615135795218074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9057615135795218074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/9057615135795218074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8985598017900926607</id><published>2008-04-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:45:43.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its a little bit to fast, but love doesnt wait. It might be a split moment between together or lose her forever. Today i black out suddenly while working spilling all the popcorn seeds on the floor then Andrew gave me the look " You're fired" eyes. haha. dont know why maybe lack of sleep.  All those thinking realli kills, i dont wanna think anymore. Is she really out there hmm maybe in one in a million. Battle's only started, beware dont blink you might miss a part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8985598017900926607?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8985598017900926607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8985598017900926607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8985598017900926607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8985598017900926607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-its-little-bit-to-fast-but-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-3914631462634828627</id><published>2008-03-31T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:37:35.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking cool today, no freaking stuff. so my fren ed had his bdae and we went to cineleisure to eat at the korean bbq chicken store; boy the food was DEEE licious... Then when to play pool, and finally caught the movie shutter. quite nice manage to startled me but no freak&lt;br /&gt;me. It seems that she's avoiding me, how should i put it AWKWARD... its alright hey i understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-3914631462634828627?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/3914631462634828627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=3914631462634828627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3914631462634828627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/3914631462634828627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-thinking-cool-today-no-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-6245206597648714737</id><published>2008-03-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:24:14.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my days are over</title><content type='html'>It seems to be, yet it wasn't nothing came right out of this causing fear and sadness. There was no joy, no tears only sorrows. It was time and time again that we lose faith in everything we do simple things that causes this, and there's nothing we can do about it. I don't know how to express my feelings right now, strong emotions but don;t know how to describe it. I don't know what i am feeling, don't know what i am thinking. myabe i just did something worth it or the dumbest thing in my life. Damm i have been through this things so many times in my life and i still can't get over it. Its just a fallback, maybe its just like what she said "life is not all about love" and i should focus on other areas. But what i can't think anymore. she got freaked out when i told her i was under her block, the truth is she did and i told her that if you really like someone you will notic everything and even wad she says. Its not being a psycho or maniac but its true love.... What does true love even mean to me. Nothing, i can't describe true love, been dump, dump and dump, so what's true love for me getting rejected and dump. aint being stupid or wad but yeah thats my life. i aint wanna lose all hope on love and become gay, i cant deal with gayness. And oh yeah to the person whom stupidly say that he  is dating her. fuck to you i aint stupid, the moment you said we started today i knew there was something wrong, she said she hated people who smokes so why the HELL is she with you. it didn't cross my mind last night. my mind was blank coudnt think, coudnt eat, couldnt sleep, Counting sheeps doesnt work, doing push ups doesnt work so why the hell am i doing all this. i dont even know why am i writing this, i dont even know myself anymore. I want to be loved by someone who loves me the same way i love her. and its not about image nor abilities nor skills or even talents its about chemistry between each other. I thought we were meant to be but it never was maybe its just wishful thinking. To the one i love please know i am always here to lend you my shoulder when you need. my definition of love is not to force someone to love me but rather to give her Happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this song be my final song to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME BE YOUR HERO BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your hero,&lt;br /&gt;Would you dance,&lt;br /&gt;if I asked you to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Would you run,&lt;br /&gt;and never look back?&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry,&lt;br /&gt;if you saw me crying?&lt;br /&gt;And would you save my soul,&lt;br /&gt;tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tremble,&lt;br /&gt;if I touched your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;Now would you die, f&lt;br /&gt;or the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero,&lt;br /&gt;baby.I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear,that you'll always be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you lie?&lt;br /&gt;would you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Am I in too deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care... You're here, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero,&lt;br /&gt;baby.I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just want to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.Am I in too deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;You're here, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero,&lt;br /&gt;baby.I can kiss away the pain oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero.&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I will stand by you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-6245206597648714737?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/6245206597648714737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=6245206597648714737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6245206597648714737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/6245206597648714737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-days-are-over.html' title='my days are over'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1711013888766698794</id><published>2008-02-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:42:16.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>which way now?</title><content type='html'>Working hard for the past month. Still thinking which way should i move and how? Keeps me pondering on one's life journey. "That way, this way is much better; No that way is better; No this way; No That; No this" this voice keeps coming on and off. I gotta chose one, but which?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey has just begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1711013888766698794?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1711013888766698794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1711013888766698794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1711013888766698794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1711013888766698794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2008/02/which-way-now.html' title='which way now?'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-5636521609023047322</id><published>2007-12-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:56:48.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Hundred Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moments so dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Hundred Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Daylights - In Sunsets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Inches - In Miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Laughter - In Strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149455152219154850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/R3aKLY7T6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GaPQAAGl0cc/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Hundred Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Do You Measure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Year In The Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149455152219154866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/R3aKLY7T6bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3V03reJY2ys/s320/men+carrying+rubbish+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How About Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How About Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How About Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Measure In Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seasons of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seasons of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joanne:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Hundred Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Journeys To Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six Hundred Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Do You Measure The Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of A Woman Or A Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collins:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Truth That She Learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or In Times That He Cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Bridges He Burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or The Way That She Died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Time Now - To Sing Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though The Story Never Ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's Celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Measure In Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh you got to you got to remember the love,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know that love is a gift from up above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Share love, give love, spread love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Measure, measure your life in love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seasons Of Love(2x)Joanne:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Measure your life, measure your life in love) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seasons of love, How do we measure it, by helping people, being nice to them, how's your love measuring cup like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does your cup measure poor people, rich people, dying people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much time but am i measuring or trying to add more into my measuring cup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The year is once again coming to an end, how much did i manage to touch people's hearts and lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-5636521609023047322?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/5636521609023047322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=5636521609023047322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/5636521609023047322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/5636521609023047322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-of-love.html' title='Seasons of love'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/R3aKLY7T6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GaPQAAGl0cc/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2337118486123407456</id><published>2007-12-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:55:01.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be leaving singapore tmr nite... its been almost a year since i wen. i will be going with madeleine and nick... Christmas party preparations are almost done. What else i have not taken? What else have i not done before leaving? I know the answer. but am i going to do it? Hope no typhoon blows us off. and of course coming back safetly. well i will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2337118486123407456?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2337118486123407456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2337118486123407456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2337118486123407456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2337118486123407456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/12/will-be-leaving-singapore-tmr-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7258483570295671654</id><published>2007-11-27T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:21:09.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>its been few weeks since i blog many things happen and i don't wanna talk about it. This time is really the dead end for me maybe, maybe beacause i don't hope for anymore. Things happen for a reason and i am finally coming to a conclusion of my reason on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't love anymore, is it realli the end for me. Its time for a change, a change that will change my life and many people's life. maybe, Maybe it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7258483570295671654?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7258483570295671654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7258483570295671654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7258483570295671654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7258483570295671654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2323035215212689006</id><published>2007-09-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:08:21.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's life about "Freedom"</title><content type='html'>I was on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cayc&lt;/span&gt; yesterday for the weekly meetings. I was sitting by a bench near the bus stop waiting for my bus and there was a men next to me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to be waiting for the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while a men pass by and said to him while not looking into his eye" so free ah". The guy next to me said " What's life about? Freedom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;" At once I thought i saw my future me in 30 years down the road i would be like this guy sitting near the bus stop being free from everything. Nothing would bother me, not even the troubles of this world. But i ask myself is this really what i want? I recall the time when i told one of my closest friend that i would quit being a catholic, quit my youth group and untie myself from this christian world. Then i wonder what would life mean to me if I untie myself from the church. Living without a purpose, living without a soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i would become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy wen to him and said "Life is about raising a family, being with your family, that's what's life about" and he left the guy alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while in the bus i think maybe he deserve another chance after all that he has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; of my friend who is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Methodist&lt;/span&gt;, he said he wants to come to my church to see and experience what we catholics do when we go to church because he told me his church just give sermons and later on they have meetings with their youth groups. Is this God showing me or telling me something I feel its like a prank God is playing on me. First i want to reject all of whatever that is related to him. Then comes my friend who wants to know more about my faith and the difference because he thinks that every christian church is the same. Just go in and I can walk out anytime I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or shouldn't give him a second chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2323035215212689006?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2323035215212689006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2323035215212689006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2323035215212689006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2323035215212689006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-life-about-freedom.html' title='What&apos;s life about &quot;Freedom&quot;'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7512802274668421071</id><published>2007-09-18T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:23:23.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illusion</title><content type='html'>I wake up today to find myself alone in the house, its just like in the movies when u feel that when you go out there would be nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all felt like an illusion to me. I just thought i would be better off without any youth groups. Tired, restless, nothing seem real to me anymore, not even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i think of all this when i am an illusion, surely its just an illusion if not i woudn't be here typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only something i knew is real, all that i have acheive, all that i have done; nothing... nothing seems real. What is wrong with me believing i was an illusion. If only you were there, beside me, nothing could have gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i do, what would you do in my position, in my shoe. What he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes believing that everthing around me is real is the real feeling, not an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just nothing but silhoutte imprinted on this earth. Nothing is more important than that. Being yourself, being true, being REAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7512802274668421071?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7512802274668421071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7512802274668421071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7512802274668421071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7512802274668421071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/09/illusion.html' title='illusion'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1419289586191126495</id><published>2007-09-10T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:54:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>battling the DEVIL</title><content type='html'>I have been in a very tough fight, very tough one indeed. He has been made me furious about things i know i could handle, he made me angry at my loved ones, made me confused of my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking would it be better to leave my youth group i am in right now, would it made my life more colorful or just taking something from deep inside myself. I am not sure i have been feeling like this ever since the start of this year, after my trip to dalat I was defintely leaving my youth group but i still continued journeying with them. My saturdays have been occupied with Weekiy meetings dicussing on our next program ahead of us. Everthing seems well but i know deep inside me that something is definetly wrong, something is missing and I can't figure what is it that is bugging me. I hope to find answers, answers that will be revealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was thinking to myself, Why am I a catholic is it because my parents are catholic and therefore i am born catholic. I think all of us have our rights to say which religion we should be in or not haing a religion might be better. No restrictions, certain food cannot be done if i am have a religion, certain activites cannot be done if i have a religion. Would it be better to be free, FREE from everything no restrictons, no god to look up to, no god to worship, no god to pray, no need to go to church every sunday or every other alternate days. It seems i have been in a fight with the devil and i am letting him win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if, what if i am married to a catholic? Must I be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to turn to expect myself. Sometimes i feel god ain't listening to me at all so why should i listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those friends who place their lives at his feet is it worth it? You have your own life to control, I have mine but it seems to me that i am losing myself and turning to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... YOU tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-1419289586191126495?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1419289586191126495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1419289586191126495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1419289586191126495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1419289586191126495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/09/battling-devil.html' title='battling the DEVIL'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-7543780530799806363</id><published>2007-08-16T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:27:07.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; BIG events coming up, 24 hour fast this sat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GCE&lt;/span&gt; 'O' level &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; oral next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;, and with the ongoing Catholic youth speak to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; to study, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; she have been saying " I will be going there this year" since three years ago and she never left so to finally say bye to my cousin this year and we might or never see her again unless we go there. I really hope she goes there and take it seriously in whatever she's taking and don't come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; without a certificate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, don't forget about our ER family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is so precious, spend it and use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one second can save a person's life? What if one minute changes your attitude towards your loved ones? What if one hour can change a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;person's&lt;/span&gt; future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example my mum went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ubin&lt;/span&gt; to cycle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was fine and they were just riding for about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Min's&lt;/span&gt; and they went down slope. My mum's hat was about to fly because of the wind they were going against, went cycling down hill. She use her right hand or is it left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; one of the hands to hold on to the hat and she use the other to cycle. She was feeling scared and she press the BRAKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.(front brake and she fell leaving a deep cut on her chin that needed 20 stictches or her chin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bruising&lt;/span&gt; her arm whoo god bless. yup so thats one second that changes a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father show intense care and love during this period so this is like the climax of my mum's life. haha Never in my entire 18 years of my life have i seen my dad so caring and loving towards my mum. There's love but not as powerful as this one. So yup, i jokingly told my mum the day after she fell and went through all the stitching and stuff, " you must be thinking to yourself "I must fall more" right"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-7543780530799806363?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/7543780530799806363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=7543780530799806363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7543780530799806363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/7543780530799806363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoo-hoo-big-events-coming-up-24-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-938597035139136307</id><published>2007-08-12T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:19:17.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life never seems so easy</title><content type='html'>It may be easy as it seems passing your life through the years. But it's never. With so many upcoming projects and events i hardly have time to myself. I failed my 2.4 km haizz 13.18 mins leh. 21st position.Pull ups 4, arhhh&lt;br /&gt;sit up 5 marks&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach 38 so just nice 3 marks&lt;br /&gt;standing board jump 212. pass if its 222. arhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. 24 Hour fast is coming up so whoo hoo. finally here. Heroes coming to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Oral exam coming up and medical check-up for National Service coming too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking to myself whether i should do another nitec like Digital media design then go for NS then Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i like designing and feel i should take this course Diploma in Visual Communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was jocelyn birthday and i forgot all about it until i check my calendar. haha I have all the birthdates of everyone in acts 29 in my HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems my life is very planned and very uptight nothing seems best for me. i believe one day i will go to heaven and live a carefre life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to, I want to be love once again, nothing beats the feeling of being love by someone whom you know thats always there for you. not only the one i loved but makan buddy, msn buddy, study buddy, and praying together, talking to each other, understanding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling will never fade, i will always be beside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-938597035139136307?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/938597035139136307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=938597035139136307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/938597035139136307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/938597035139136307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-never-seems-so-easy.html' title='life never seems so easy'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-8381921714958681520</id><published>2007-06-27T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:34:50.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To dalat Tomorow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whao&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't realise its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow until today. I bag was not pack, my insurance was not bought ahhh... had to buy some stuff today so busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I woke up early in the morning today to find my bed wet and myself covered in perspiration. I was like its 4am in the morning and its so hot already. I went to get myself a cup water full of ice, and I on the air-con in my room and i was still pespiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Woke up around 9.30am, i went to my god-sister home to teach her how to use the PC. She is so playful, after learning not more than 15 minutes she says "I want to play computer games".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then we went to swenens to have a wonderful lunch, by the way she sprain her neck while using the computer so i guess its the chair. We went to compass point because we were thinking of getting a barbie pc game so that she can play on the PC, we found the game and as we were about to pay the cashier reminded us that we cannot exchange if it the game requirments does not fit, so i check again and i said ok. Then i remember that their computer is windows vista, phew the cashier didn't charge it, it costs $39.00 walao... heng sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Following i went to library after saying my goodbyes to kalea(god-sister) she was crying went i said i was going but i told her i will be back so she calm down and they went off. I went to return some books and boy my fine was a whooping of $3.30 and my atm card got stuck in the machine. I was like "THANKS lots" oh boy, i called the concerige to get my card out and they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I went to st joseph's convent to teach them how to build a campfire and stuff. And i went down with sherlyn to rivervale plaza. THE WIRELESS THERE DOESN'T WORK ahhhhhhh. Just when i though i can check my Exam results. Then I went over to daryl's place to do the blog and i check my Results, i was stunned for words. All my 1 and a half years in ITE i only got one A and the rest were B's. Phew... Praise the lord. My GPA ain't that good but its sill fine as long i know i have tried my best and god has bless me, i am satisified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Now as i am typing, my camera card stop working, oh boy. i guess no more pictures in dalat then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Never Format your memory card that i will always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I guess i will be sleeping soon, talking to god, and dream, before i go dalat tommorow. Please check &lt;a href="http://www.acts29-acts29.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.acts29-acts29.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more details on my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;God Bless :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-8381921714958681520?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/8381921714958681520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=8381921714958681520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8381921714958681520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/8381921714958681520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-to-dalat-tomorow.html' title='Going To dalat Tomorow'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-2882763395513800335</id><published>2007-06-20T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:46:42.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posters Expedition</title><content type='html'>Okay i went out today, sent the posters to 3 parishes , Christ The king, St Francis Xavier and Risen Christ. So it looks like i am starting to do something now. instead of doing nothing after i sent the posters. I went home thinking i can get some rest, but my brother went to hide my notebook and we almost fight over it. How can i do that, its just something I use to do my work, i didn't have to get so uptight about it. God says " Fortunate are those who are poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven(Matt 5: the beatitudes). How wonderful if all these are being fufiled in each and everyone o us. After the whole thing of visiting just 3 churches i was so tired and glad because i have done my job. But its not over yet, I have about 19 more churches to go to tommorrow and the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for m band prac, but it turn out we went there for nothing because the pros were suppose to be there to help come out with a beat to follow with the song" Lean on me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out with sherlyn to get some smoked cheese sausage for the BBQ this sat which is her birthday, YUM YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Got tired help sherlyn with the tagboard on our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to do a design for our blog. haizz its kind of difficult but i will try. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i dreamt i was in a middle of a war and a few troops and i were sitting in a small truck, or a jeep. Well we were sitting and we were ambush by our enemies, our Sergeant shouted" Get down!" and we were all down on to the base of the jeep, well what do you call - lets say the floor of the truck, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we threw grenades out to blast them. it was quite gory. Our truck speed up and as i was about to get up to throw another grenade, i got shot in the abdomen and i fell back onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my dream. Its kind of weird but when i woke up this morning my abdomen hurts, exactly the same spot where i was being shot in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to hear all our plans, our dreams and our aspirations come alive. Getting to know god more, being closer to him, get a good job which he has offered you, knowing his plans for you, knowing your vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all these woudn't stop flowing through our minds because this is what keeps us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew what a nightmare. If that is real, oh my i don't need to eat the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-2882763395513800335?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/2882763395513800335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=2882763395513800335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2882763395513800335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/2882763395513800335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/06/posters-expedition.html' title='Posters Expedition'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-1694719432429011480</id><published>2007-06-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:54:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The past few days of life have been torturing for me. I quarreled with my parents, about my life lazing around doing nothing but in actual fact i have been doing a lot of thinking. Yeah i know its still not doing anything. I have been thinking about God, my life, my parents, my friends, my studies, my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don't know how to put this, sometimes i feel what other say people is right, i don't look like anyone in my family at all. Maybe  I am adopted, mybe i'm not you know all this things that make me feel hurt. I don't wish to be someone with people i  am not related by blood to love me. Yeah and my studies, coming to an end this year, last year in ITE and i still don't know what am i going to do in future. I shall wait for Him to reveal his plans for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting so long for the time to let her know my feelings, but i'm afraid, afraid of being rejected - cause this has happen to me before. Sometimes i dream of her saying does things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't been doing a lot of work in my youth group. Not much of praying these days, i feel rejected, maybe she's right i do things to be accepted but sometimes doing the wrong things at the wrong time is distratous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i got him to suppport me, lend me his shoulder to lean on, he's alwyas there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i thought i heard him calling me, i feel that i have a job, a task, a mission to do and so i need to listen, be patient to listen to his calling and wait to tell me my vocation, my job, my task and my mission to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday a few of my friends got confirm, it was a big occaasion and i thought to myself with all these celebration do they think of Jesus when they celebrate or even the holy spirit. I really pray that each and everyone who have been confirm find the true meaning of being a confirmand. Not graduating from church and not coming back again but the beginning of everything , new life, new mission, new hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3936653437385285495-1694719432429011480?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/1694719432429011480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=1694719432429011480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1694719432429011480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/1694719432429011480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-few-days-of-life-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936653437385285495.post-788293637963756933</id><published>2007-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:28:48.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confirmation'/><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>Confirmation is one of the most meaningful and important events in one catholics life. For me it happened two years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was Sec 2, still immature, still quite blur, I thought to myself what was all this about. Going to church, waking up early on a sleepy Sunday, was this part of my life, is this really what i wanted. I really wish someone could just come up to me to tell me something,  something that God wants me to do. But no, no one came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Sec 3 camp, it was my first mission trip to Philippines and also there was an outpouring during the camp. During my mission trip, I clearly remember being asked during a outpouring session, what gift from the holy spirit I wanted and I said the gift of tongues, at that point of time i didn't think why I wanted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was Sec 4 and about to confirm, waiting for my turn. Looking back i really didn't pray that much and wasn't that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my years in acts 29, he holy spirit guide me through all the trials that come my way. Often the devil tries to get his way, but I wouldn't. After the 3 years in acts 29, I can finally say i have a personal relationship with Jesus and the holy spirit. During times of setbacks and obstacles you can always rely on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from this years confirmation mass. I felt really refresh from the mass, it felt like i was sitting on the pews waiting and I thought to myself " This is just only the beginning of a new journey". After being confirm, my relationship is strong but still have to keep building a much stronger relationship. I have finally done my duty as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confirmant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936653437385285495-788293637963756933?l=notwalkingalone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/feeds/788293637963756933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3936653437385285495&amp;postID=788293637963756933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/788293637963756933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936653437385285495/posts/default/788293637963756933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwalkingalone.blogspot.com/2007/06/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322373520565509971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezp7ifKtUe4/SM_vaTUeo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkGT2TSke0M/S220/peace.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
