<?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-17305489</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:53:16.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3830786846173070335</id><published>2009-10-29T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:51:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Mansion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up yesterday. Blue Mansion.. haiz! The storyline was. . not that bad. Talked about ths pineapple king who died and the reactions from their children etc.. Saw the director pior to the show. BUT the best was the super nice seat and blanket served at GV Gold Class! Doubt many knew the seat could be tited (jus like OTO/OSIM chair) and there's even a table with a button to call for service. No the price of a ticket cost less than $30 for sure (cos i checked) eh.. got served with wine (white), popcorn and plate of nachos and tali.. woo the cheese was nice-nice! I seriously think I was the only one who's seat was tited like as if im lying on bed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. im nice by sharing the good thing with ppl. But too bad JW and Raq couldn't make it =(  They were nice and passed it to others. I was quite shocked when I saw Ivan and xiuzhen inside the cinema cos I forgotten that JW couldn't make it. Thanks Lush 995 and GV for the treat! Nice experience indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O how can I forget you! Thanks 'new friend' for that nice 'lobang'. eh you not new anymore yea? without you, I no show to watch liao, what's more to share to others. You.. late for movie  but nevertheless nice to see [S] and you outside the show =) eh wher [jol] btw? [only saw ya when going out.. inside too dark!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yep 5 of us occupied the cinema.. (nt counting JW &amp;amp; Raq tic) Nice seating and service. But am felt horrible after the show ='(  I puked thrice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-3830786846173070335?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3830786846173070335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3830786846173070335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3830786846173070335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3830786846173070335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-mansion-1st-up-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2107935561743986737</id><published>2009-09-07T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:21:27.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;it's been so long since I last blogged. Partly was because too busy, main reason is that I do not know what to update. Life's still good; hope it's the same for you guys who read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;True, something did happen and turned my life upside down for a season. Made a decision that sort-of shocked few people. My reputation was ruined, many came question-ing me without knowing anything. Then followed by some drama-kind of incident that made me couldn't attend Bible Conference back then. It of no wonder I teared much during that conference, it's a lil' too much for me to bear and handled. This whole series of incident, swept me off completely, whether is it mentally, emotionally.. even spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Remember when I was much younger, teachers, friends and church elders often gave me some 'pass-it-on' cards with messages written behind. Very often, those messages carried the same meaning, though with different verses. I got very puzzled, don't understand what they want to tells me. I was only 13 back then. Often I went to them with lots of questions. They looked at me, said nothing and pat my head. Some would gave me a hug instead. I was just a teen, what do I know? They took me out after school hours, understood my silent. As I grew older, more things came. Friends stood by, lend a shoulder for my tired soul and told me to be strong. Yes, the adults said I was strong when I was a just a teen. I don't understand what they meant by that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Then more and more thing added.. someone told me a story about bus-stop.. Regardless who's that person, whether friends, relationships, relatives, siblings or parents, they too will leave one day. I'm 24 this year. Seen quite a few broke-ups in friends' relationship, attended a few funeral before.. Most didn't affect me much except a friend's mum passed away. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;People been coming up to me, asking would I regret for my decision one day. Someone even asked would I tell the truth if CI506 progress.. Yes I said. Maybe I sounded cruel and yes they do know I had to. End of the day, it's hard to reveal what's within when it comes to the heart's matter. Last Sunday I got an update of things. I had mixed feeling after hearing it. What should my respond be when hearing someone I missed and love don't seem to do well and is showing 'signs' of 'leaving'? I heard they said, "well she's old already.." I know.. still this heart of mine aren't prepare for such day to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it go.. so that you can move on. just.. let go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Day by day, I'm telling myself to let things go, that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; too will passed. I have changed. So much so that I struggled within. No Worries. I am still fine. Thank you for your concern.. whose who called, who msn me previously asking how was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;At this point in life, though there are many ups and downs, I am feeling glad and contend. It's because at least I have a God who understood how I felt and what I went through all these months. Though I still do not have the answers I asked, He's is the only one who saw me through this darkest period in my life. Have you seen Him cried before? I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... be of good cheer... my child"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after thanking the 'elders' who stood by me, i guess I've yet to send out my utmost gratitude to you. without you by my side, I wouldn't have make it this far. They say I am strong but they didn't see the arrows that fly through the heart day &amp;amp; nites. They saw how I fought but didn't know the warrior came home full of blood crying. All these years, you held my hands and taught me how to fight. You guarded my heart with your love, else I would have been dead long ago. You walked with me and gave me the principles of life. I vividly remembered there's a year you didn't speak a word but just embraced me in your arms. Was it because.. you had long foresee such a day to come? I am sorry, my love, that I bought much tears to your eyes. I know it hurts you just like it's hurting me. I know I am not really the lil' gal whom you saw years back. I have grown. I left.. you knew it wasn't easy. You knew and you saw every scene.. how the bus-stop story came to play. How a simple dream broken right in-front of our eyes. Thank you for giving me the courage to move on, the strength to keep fighting, your love to sustain my life. All in all, thank you for exchanging yourself to have me by your side. I saw how you fought for me, my life and rights. Thank You for allowing me to be part of your family. For all these years you had done and still doing.. Abba, thank you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2107935561743986737?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2107935561743986737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2107935561743986737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2107935561743986737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2107935561743986737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-go.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4236693753067518298</id><published>2009-05-12T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:19:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;no... it's still down. just happen to be online, so came here to drop down some words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;had a long nite yesterday. from south -&gt; NE line -&gt; town.. just to pass something &amp;amp; find what's wrong with the notebookss. Yes 2 of them are down and feel so handicap indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;CI506 + Conf soon to end on friday but it's also means another beginning. Today Tuesday and yes did feel great sense of fear - reasonable fear. So much so that i didn't want to go anywhere else. I jumped up when my hp rang, wondering whois that unfamiliar numbers. Yep i rarely reply calls/sms due to massive incoming calls both from impt n non impt reasons. and it can rang till midnite.. my apologise to those who tried to reach me but fail. esp to von. guess i missed her grad day. and yes i missed [pris] bdae celebration too..(well as least she knows whats wrong..) yes it's that massive that my friend had to email me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;yep recently been quite frustrated. no am not having a great time enjoying the past holidays and weekends. before i forget. a lil' too late thou.. happy belated to JO. yea i did remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friday... am praying hoping and wishing it will be short n nice one. am so prepare to hide behind should there be any movement... i hope i can leave 1st.. sure IO understands and am pray it will be that way... *side track* &lt;em&gt;y at any hour i called, you are at office.. seems like u sold your life fully to work*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; think u understand way better than that young-but-no-sense-of-brain XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;k.. this is so random if you dont have any info at hand. say a lil pray if you would. that my heavenly frends angels will guard me well.. tx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The worst part of going through a trial is not understanding why the trial is occurring, or what the purpose of the trial is. You can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. You don’t even know where you are going. There will always be periods when you feel like you are wandering through life aimlessly. You are unable to grasp any sense of the direction you are heading. In those moments when you can’t fully comprehend everything that is going on in your life, just cling tightly to Jesus." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;www.konghee.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4236693753067518298?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4236693753067518298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4236693753067518298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4236693753067518298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4236693753067518298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4885002750725904345</id><published>2009-05-02T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:24:27.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Either Step A or B. Since it's just a matter of time, I decided to take the chance. Hence activated next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened suddenly. No pre-warnings or any signals. Very trama-drama kind of situation. No one else was there and was caught in the middle of no where. was on the phone in the midst of the 'volcano' without knowing how danger it was till 'they' came in. Ended the call; communicated through the barriers and when they came in, I didn't expect it to be that serious. Between them, just 5cm away from that &lt;em&gt;'it',&lt;/em&gt; hearing and witnessing everything. I wish I could run to else where but it was too small an area for me to even hide. I saw the expressions of their faces; I heard the loud sounds and yes I saw what they did. As much as I wish not to, i knew they had to. I stood there silently feeling broken within. My mind went blank once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the others joined in. Subsequently I saw more and more unfamiliar faces. I got called by someone and stood there since then. Some times I would heard voices but no clue to what's going on inside. Then I knew some of them were about to head back. I refused to even take a peek and held my breath for secs. Words can't explain how broken I was at that moment yet I got to act up a strong front. Waited and here came they.. he told me something and that shocked me for a while. I asked is the ball on my court. But apparently even if it is, it won't be of much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all left, I was left alone. Can't help but to reproached myself a little. If time were to turn back, would I still do the same? Do I have a choice? Doing &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is 'worng', doing &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is also 'wrong'. I wondered just what should be the way. I didn't know it would be this serious, honestly. Everyone who knew said it wasn't my fault. What's done had been done. I know I will never have a win-win situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness &lt;em&gt;ding&lt;/em&gt; searched the numbers for me.. no com with me, I did felt handicap. I didn't know work was still in progress. I thought I need not go there but late at night; &lt;em&gt;OI&lt;/em&gt; called me through his hp. Went over feeling pretty terrified. Had a short talk and he needed to rush off. Thankfully I did not faint or did wobby legs give ways. I made my way back safely and still had a lil energy to get myself a 'brunch cum dinner' small meal at the wee hours. I thought I could have a short nap... there goes the phone ringing at 0854 and then all the way till evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is Saturday. That scene still lingers inside my mind. Like MDC is filming a show in front of me. Hey wait! This time, is real. Real person, real &lt;em&gt;it.. &lt;/em&gt;it aren't a dream. Real Life, dear angela..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4885002750725904345?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4885002750725904345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4885002750725904345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4885002750725904345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4885002750725904345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/05/either-step-or-b.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-7885702409640671890</id><published>2009-04-11T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:01:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SeEgpTj5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-6m6Ew5ssw/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323572128526198610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SeEgpTj5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-6m6Ew5ssw/s320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SeEf6ksIztI/AAAAAAAAATw/zhQPERVag24/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE CROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The cross, oh the cross&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It was the death of our Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But to many others it was a minor loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;“He was a great teacher,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No, wait a preacher,”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But all in all he is very much greater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But as brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Followers of Christ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We know so well that day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He paid a heavy price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The death of Jesus was very major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All of us would learn much later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That Jesus died to set us free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So off with the chains which we were once bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For God’s love for us was always around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wait, let me take that back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For something in my sentence lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The love of God was always around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is always around and will always be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A hefty price there was to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So the life of Jesus God chose to lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God has planned a great life for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don’t you want to share it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-7885702409640671890?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7885702409640671890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=7885702409640671890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7885702409640671890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7885702409640671890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/04/cross-cross-oh-cross-it-was-death-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SeEgpTj5Z1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/D-6m6Ew5ssw/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5662806006114951082</id><published>2009-04-11T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:45:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I am granted to do anything, I really wish to have a get away to a far away country, alone exploring the town and glazing the star at a different sky. Of cos I am not talking about JB Mysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone been giving people the wrong perception of me. Those who knew the story knows it's not true but to those who heard one-sided story... they really thought I had changed and become an evil person. Coming to this state, I really don't care a hook at how others think of me because they do not get the whole picture. If being the always submissive and obey blindly regardless to any damaged made is an angel, I rather be the evil they name me as. Lose one and losing ten, of cos the impact is different but still losing. I am alright if the number wants to increase. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Khoo once taught me this. Crumpled a $50 and had many stepped on it. Still it's a $50. Despite been dirtied, stepped and crumpled like rubbish, it did not lose it's value. Even a note is torn apart, as long as the numbers are there, you can exchange it with the banks. I am not saying it's perfectly alright to give others the wrong perception of someone else just to have your motive done. What I want to say is this, as long as I am still living on earth, still breathing, no matter how others crumple, the value that's given and build won't be lost overnight. But one thing for sure, to the one who try to lower the value will his/her value drops greatly. When the truth is spilled out, it's not my foot you are stepping but yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine that you continue to tell others how not caring and thoughtful I am, how unloving I have become. It's not the words that counts but the deeds. You try all ways just to let others see how pitiful you are and paint me like a demon to others. You know things by your head. You think just for yourself. Don't need to prove to anyone, I know myself by heart, what kind of person am I and my deed reflects who I am within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't argue or explain things. I will just simply walk away. I am not what you say thats counts. At the end of day, I am not the one who lose out. Wise people don't just plainly talks, they thinks with their minds.&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/17305489-5662806006114951082?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5662806006114951082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5662806006114951082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5662806006114951082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5662806006114951082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-am-granted-to-do-anything-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3379668969339838079</id><published>2009-04-01T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:41:47.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SdPCp43mAxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/46eZmziXqsY/s1600-h/phil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319809609750676242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SdPCp43mAxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/46eZmziXqsY/s320/phil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's the 1st word i had. Not amazed, not stun but truly brings back tons and tons of memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I suddenly remembered... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Khoo - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how he taught me to mind map and how I struggled to find papers cause my map was always way bigger than the mahjong paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xxx - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how I was taught to break up those words like 'lay-go', studied the individual meaning and then put them back again after having 'deeper' understanding of that sentence &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(xxx is to 'protect' the person =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;duh* myself.. how I innocently kept 'bubble-link' asked questions about anything and everything till the people go 'huh' cause my quest thirst never seems to die down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of cos still have many more... looking at it, wow! I think that's one great way to gain better understanding of the words, not just verses or famous parables, but word by word till your whole being understand it =)&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/17305489-3379668969339838079?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3379668969339838079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3379668969339838079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3379668969339838079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3379668969339838079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-thats-1st-word-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SdPCp43mAxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/46eZmziXqsY/s72-c/phil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6660755373830609518</id><published>2009-03-31T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:02:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOT 2009 kicked start yesterday with Rev Phil Pringle!! WOW~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is just super duper sooo awesome. Someone who shared many stuffs about leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah he's the man one would inspired to follow, learn from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his lessons not that hard for me to digest; basic yet imperative to apply in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Profile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Honor&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is what you're gonna get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Delegation is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Key&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The best way to learn is to place yourself in the position to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Corrected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing that prevents you from seizing the moment is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lack of Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God knows why I enjoy his lessons. If there' a quest about who's my fav oversea pst, it would be him without doubt. His books are really great; making good readers gaga-ing. I really don't mind spending hours seating there listening what he has to say =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alritz lunchie' over.. buoybuoy~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6660755373830609518?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6660755373830609518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6660755373830609518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6660755373830609518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6660755373830609518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-n-s-p-i-r-e-d-sot-2009-kicked-start.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8146667509746489932</id><published>2009-03-21T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:24:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomism III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;was on the way back; just board the bus. Packed and suddenly came a lil' boy' cry. Mummy was carrying him in her arms looking pretty anxious while the uncles; aunties moved to the back. All the folks may it be standing or seating just watched as the boy wailed. Took my bag and gave them my seat. Stood beside, I saw the boy knee caps were red and face were swollen. What a bad fall, thankfully no bleeding. Suddenly I remembered I had wet tissue. Dig and dig and passed it to the mummy; hopefully would help to ease the pain. He was a strong boy. He stop wailing and reminded mummy to put some medic on him when home. He' about 6 'old. Glad he felt better having a wet tissue on his face. And I left with a lighten heart knowing he' alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;irony.. received two emails and one had a statement that goes like this, "hope for the best and prepare for the worse.." it makes me feel like being torn apart, having two extreme. How to hope for the best when at the same time preparing for the worse? Why hope then in the 1st place, I wondered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" trust ur faith as faith is the force of life and knows no disappointment. Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow. It only takes away the strength of today.  If u trust in God, God will catch ur eye, by and by." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;seat on the bus and suddenly though of someone. Look at the window, the cars passed by; my heart wondered how's this friend.. did thought of continue what we left through emails... but the thought of friend, i perished that thought again. it has always been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;glad I made it to church. Seat beside a  ol' friend made it more enjoyable for me. I found out something, very real and the truth. I understand something precious; that has been deep inside all these while. like the song that goes along..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" i didn't know... I was missing you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8146667509746489932?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8146667509746489932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8146667509746489932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8146667509746489932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8146667509746489932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomism-iii-was-on-way-back-just.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5198494149494728382</id><published>2009-03-10T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:04:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;are you stressed busy buried by assisgments after assisgments? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes.. dun walk here n there!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or are you mugging hard for the up coming UOL papers?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oBvious yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is the facebook parazzi giving you tons of "Arg.. back off"??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOL.. YES U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;freak not! you aren't alone!Your sincerely here faced stressed and can understand how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks for the concern and asking. You know who you are.. on msn de.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XieXie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay here's for you! It's cute and duper funny lar.. ok to me it is. it helps me smile and laugh a bit. Delicate it to you guys.. gambatte wor! Hope it helps you detress and put a smile on your face =)&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;ask me on msn for the link.. here cannot post video liao =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-5198494149494728382?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5198494149494728382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5198494149494728382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5198494149494728382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5198494149494728382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-stressed-busy-buried-by.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1292956964880623574</id><published>2009-03-10T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:21:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Randomism II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay before it's prounced dusty, here I am! To clean the air =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alritez.. I just got 'bluff' by the SBS website. Was supposed to go to a place. So I went to check out the route. I took a total of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; buses just to get there. And it's time to go back. So I went to the opposite bus stop and lo and behold.. I realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;d I only need to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had a bad dream the other day. Weird and unexplained -able. Well it was after a heavy pour and on the way for lunch.. someone slip and literally.. roll down the stairs! Tried hard to hold the person's hand but failed. This person actually stop at certain point of stair.. then dunno why, slip down again! Luckily it aren't the last portion of the stair which may roll down to the road. just the arm got bruise.. Still I felt so bad about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'big book' a.k.a. bible have finally mirgrate with me! It has been away for like.... a month? It's good to have it by my side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pet safari.. nice place! went with blur mind BUT &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;face when out. The people were friendly and got to view those cute &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doggies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some were crying while having their nails cut.. saw some cute baby hamsters too. Told you doggies would brighten up days yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last day last month I went in to Pacific Cafe just an hour plus before they were about to close and I ordered... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; take away drinks. Felt so apologetic towards the manager but she had such nice attitude telling me it's okay. Well she can't scold me anyway; cos those were from the Boss! And I didn't know they do not have big bag.. I got to carry like.. 8 bags? wow heavy to the max!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I sheltered an uncle cos it raining.. i just didn't want to see him got drenched and since I am not rushing for time, why not? I offered my help and got to realise he injured his leg while driving his taxi. I sheltered him to he got in to the driver seat and he thanked me. Felt really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just a simple act of kindness. woolah! It really made my day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1292956964880623574?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1292956964880623574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1292956964880623574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1292956964880623574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1292956964880623574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomism-ii-okay-before-its-prounced.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3810122326049088864</id><published>2009-02-21T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:27:02.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Randomism&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Words flying.. thoughts flooding around.. heard things like.. i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;backsilded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;; i very free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;; i this and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;.. and some even came out with reasons that didn't even cross my mind kind and blah blah blah etc. I felt funny at how some came out those words and reasons when they hardly know nuts. I am bewildered when i knew all these. I was once very bothered about this; that how people got misunderstood/accused me cause' to me, i want the facts to get right and yes i felt it did me in-justice. i may felt unhappy inside the heart for a moment.. After years of experiencing this world, i have develop that attitude.. if that's what you guys want to think that way or assume it to be, then let it be that way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;. I see no point in trying to justified the truth any more. what for waste my energy on that. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to know what you think, thought, how much you don't care etc. People tends to want to know how much you truly cares. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guess i understand why some like to stand under the rain. i think it's very cool. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know since when I fall in love in walking. I can walked to Raffles in the morning then walk back during evening.. walked to spore river all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt;.. then from there walked to else where. walking does one good i guess. i just love to do that together with my mp3 and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind long bus rides too (okay provided i have the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;) Most probably it got to do with the 'habit' of reflective &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt; things are always so complicated, so analyzed i guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the power of emotions. i realised this. When it's time to cry; like some bad incident happened, others might wailed but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; felt okay. What others felt danger for me, i think it's alright. when i was suppose to be feeling anxious, my heart's calm and mind's blank. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hurhur&lt;/span&gt;! I must be one of the weirdo on earth. Nah. I guess that's what happen when you been through one after another one events &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;transform&lt;/span&gt; into a bin/store - whatever throw in just park them aside! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! Then once in a while, do a bit of littering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i could re-read my theology book, reflect elders' life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;theo&lt;/span&gt; and still find that its totally different thing to do what the mouth says. All the deep theologies sometimes can't be applied, i mean not to all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. But i do believe in you reap what you sow. If one sow something bad yet reap goodness, then i would say it's grace bestowed. But grace aren't cheap and should be taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one should be responsible for 'its' actions. even if not, surely will have to bear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; in future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;. confirm-grantee-chop-plus stamp!! =p  said liao - Randomism =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-3810122326049088864?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3810122326049088864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3810122326049088864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3810122326049088864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3810122326049088864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomism.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2238928231808641672</id><published>2009-02-12T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:40:44.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SZRo1gsgIEI/AAAAAAAAASY/Eqs10gm1RjQ/s1600-h/mr_happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301977929840861250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SZRo1gsgIEI/AAAAAAAAASY/Eqs10gm1RjQ/s200/mr_happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! this is my four - fingers buddy - mr. happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;he's currently staying at my place and since he is blessed to have a cute face, I asked him for a favour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's mr. happy gonna stay here for a while jus to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wish you readers an adv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy Valentine day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alrite, time to tug mr. happy to bed already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if u gonna meet mr. happy or say hi, he probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tmr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would be hopping ard town!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2238928231808641672?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2238928231808641672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2238928231808641672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2238928231808641672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2238928231808641672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-this-is-my-four-fingers-buddy-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SZRo1gsgIEI/AAAAAAAAASY/Eqs10gm1RjQ/s72-c/mr_happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5125028232888913360</id><published>2009-02-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:02:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's been pretty quite a long-long while since I felt this way.. o well really hope it arent' too late to even mention things here... perhaps words really wouldn't express or can it explain why and how I feel all these while.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here's a post going out to someone really specially in my heart. she's the 1st i met.. bought me to my seat.. and really cares for the people around us. Though she's younger but I always feel blessed to know and have her around. I was new but never felt afraid of getting lost cos she's around. I had joy and laughters with her.. days of ups and downs.. she's just like any other girl some may say but somehow she 'stood' out among others' i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's none other than &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristy Ng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hey gal i knew abt what happened and how i wish i can give u a hug and tell u i care. i pray that Daddy God will see you thru these days and bring angels around to lighten your days. I regret not meeting you before you left and now you are alreadi at aussie.. take care and have fun exploring while mugging for studies. i kne it sound weird cos we kinda lost contact for long but know this that you are always a special fren i kne in chc! miss u so much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agape, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-5125028232888913360?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5125028232888913360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5125028232888913360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5125028232888913360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5125028232888913360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-pretty-quite-long-long-while.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1607394626982370227</id><published>2009-02-06T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:55:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxcQYajNmI/AAAAAAAAASI/iYBGTfEgXn8/s1600-h/sighz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299712298009704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxcQYajNmI/AAAAAAAAASI/iYBGTfEgXn8/s200/sighz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;under such nice night-sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sets my heart thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how sweet it is to have Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;like a lover soul mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He walks with me under the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i can talk to him round the clock at any time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;moments of joy achievements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i thought and share with him solely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when fear anxiety knocks he literally carried me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;listen when my rubbish bin's full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hearing me singing songs of young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he finds my childishness sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sure ours is like a love-hate relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yelling to him question anything and everything that happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yet he always brace me thru by his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he risk it all to protect me from harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;come to think of it what would i be if without him by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grace bestowed grace I'll remember always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;be comfort knowing that i am being watch above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yes let me be a comfort in the times to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1607394626982370227?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1607394626982370227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1607394626982370227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1607394626982370227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1607394626982370227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-such-nice-night-sky-sets-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxcQYajNmI/AAAAAAAAASI/iYBGTfEgXn8/s72-c/sighz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2614643050251050070</id><published>2009-02-05T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:12:42.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxgdIqRwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/umYeBBH0YzQ/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716915165512434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxgdIqRwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/umYeBBH0YzQ/s200/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my immune system lost the week long fight against the @#%$! virus resulting in a sore throat, running nose and am had fever for 5 continuous days! And I think while my sore throat is getting better, I am starting to develop dry cough esp at night. Drinking that whole blacky yucky syrup doesn't help at all. I felt like a TD patient coughing my lungs out at night ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't belive it. I hardly touched the new year goodies. hey I could even remembered what I ate and count the amount. I fee like I should have just gobbled them ALL down to make this resultant fever a little more worth while.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows.. happy adv birthday quan =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2614643050251050070?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2614643050251050070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2614643050251050070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2614643050251050070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2614643050251050070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-immune-system-lost-week-long-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SYxgdIqRwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/umYeBBH0YzQ/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1231240438958022538</id><published>2009-02-03T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:42:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lunar new year visitations' over.. mm... did had a kinda different year compared to previous years; more enjoyable and fun. Lunar dinner was crazy yet fun.. playing as in cooking around in the kitchen and the &lt;em&gt;suppose-to-be&lt;/em&gt; steamboat base suddenly gave out smoke! (zz-ba-boom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's amazing to visit the people in a span of a day.. usually two days. Then it's another amazing stamina to stay up till next morning. Almost went to the cinema as a family. Finally I had my mac breakfast before heading apt.. Dunno why, upon reaching.. not long after.. the whole apt no power! -.-"' and it's the only unit affected. Arh! no air-con.. cannot watch TV.. even DSL no batt. Thought I could enjoy.. then off to vivo pacific cafe! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;wow.. i didn't get to rest till day two night.. spent the day at my cousins' house. Pretty fun to be playing with my nephews and niece especially. so cute and funny; my niece is barely two years old.. i seat beside her and she kept looking at me innocent-ly.. then she tried to push me but of cos failed lar.. she then 'hump' with her mouth and seat on the floor herself! innocent-ly cute wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1231240438958022538?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1231240438958022538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1231240438958022538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1231240438958022538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1231240438958022538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunar-new-year-visitations-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8720264559059658193</id><published>2009-01-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:45:10.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.writerinthewindow.com/images/capricorn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://www.writerinthewindow.com/images/capricorn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A tall slim, cool and quiet woman. Once she is mad she can be very fierce. She can work better than some men and she is very high confident woman. In her opinion, woman is not just a flower or decoration at home or at an office and certainly not a weak sex who needs protection.She likes to control and hide her weak emotions. She will never try to change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as they are. If she does not like someone, she will not comments or criticize but she will completely ignore that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She hate plastic and an artificial flower because it make her feel that you are not being sincere. She loves real flower and it's scent. She loves a guy who wear after shave cologne. If you are a type of a guy who wear your Jean one month before washing, or wear an old sneaker, then you can forget about her.She loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. She loves to go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take her fishing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is not as jealous as Aquarius or Leo woman, but do not cross the line O.K. Better not to see she gets mad, especially in front of public when she feels like loosing face. She loves to make up and dress perfectly and very neat, so never rush her for this matter.She has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a doctorate degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not care about you at all. She likes smart people by character not by certificate shown. If you can not show her this quality, go and take a bus and go to the next stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She does not like a dreamer who talk about his dream but never put his hands in action to make it happens. Don't bother to tell her "everyone is doing it, you should do it too", or "I think you should do it, it's good for you", because she will do what she wants to do only.She is a neat and tidy person, so if your apartment is a pigsty , do not take her there. If you go out on a date with her , try to be presentable such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be your last date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She is a cool type and will not nag, so easy on your ears. She is a slow but sure type. She will always respect and honor you and will never try to make you loose your face. If she loves you, she will help you in anything you do.She likes to help people and expect nothing in return. If she asks you for a favor and does not get one, she will feel very disappoint. She has a high hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own confident than believing in "Luck".If she is your wife, you will have nice and clean home and a gourmet cooking. If your parents visit your house, they will be please. She is a 3 in 1 means , a perfect mother, a perfect housewife, a perfect wife or you could say "happily ever after".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay.. i kne mine's between [c] &amp;amp; [a].. anyway above is what [ter] she stated on her blog. true not true.. i duno.. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8720264559059658193?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8720264559059658193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8720264559059658193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8720264559059658193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8720264559059658193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/01/tall-slim-cool-and-quiet-woman_21.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4988176072237628667</id><published>2009-01-20T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:08:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SXXxewdHJYI/AAAAAAAAARo/9gK_4y_xr80/s1600-h/thank+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402447749260674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SXXxewdHJYI/AAAAAAAAARo/9gK_4y_xr80/s320/thank+u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T h a n k f u l l y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey! Thank you for the sms-es.. FB messages... etc. Really thank you each and single ones of you. I hope I did reply my thank-u to you but just in case I left anyone out, even at FB.. (butt i dun thnk so ba) here's a Big Thank You! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yep I had a simple affair.. thanks mr nice (u kne who u r huh) for the adv wishing. and yesh, someone reminded me something by saying 'time flies' &lt;em&gt;--sound familiar ar.. someone? &lt;/em&gt;then came msn me telling 10 more mins before it's over.. well well age doesn't matter, age comes wisdom (i hope) and what's matter is the heart =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess if I din initiate to sms, probably won't hear from you.. great to know you are well and thanks for your wishes and greeting. you are and will always be my bestie.. guess we'll remain status quo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hee* and to the last person who wished.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you caught me by suprised and it's really heart-warming to hear from u, thou u never respond my msg later.. the last often matters most yea =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4988176072237628667?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4988176072237628667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4988176072237628667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4988176072237628667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4988176072237628667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-h-n-k-f-u-l-l-y-hey-thank-you-for-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SXXxewdHJYI/AAAAAAAAARo/9gK_4y_xr80/s72-c/thank+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-7112627135110412682</id><published>2009-01-09T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:37:43.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lost Jack Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay.. help pass this message along yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289286869771137810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SWdSYlvYsxI/AAAAAAAAARc/hrIKUxjbV7I/s320/lostjackrussell.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lost sweet Jack Russell being found. If you or know of someone who had lost one, for details, let me know and I'll give you the information. Thank u beary much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/17305489-7112627135110412682?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7112627135110412682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=7112627135110412682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7112627135110412682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7112627135110412682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-jack-russell-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SWdSYlvYsxI/AAAAAAAAARc/hrIKUxjbV7I/s72-c/lostjackrussell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8389416956135425420</id><published>2009-01-08T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:24:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wah.. very lo0ng din blog, spider webs everywhere.. most people already blogged about their '08 christmas parties la.. cow-down events lar... and resolutions for '09 arh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ah? i browse-blog lor.. many things to blog de.. like christmas dinner lar, cow-dung (opps down) lar.. spring cleaning.. werk.. peep-per (people) ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired after coming back.. gonna get a short nap before having mua dinner.. 'm seeing stars since yesterday.. *boo-bo0*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mouth blow air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tata&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*waves.. take doggi off to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8389416956135425420?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8389416956135425420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8389416956135425420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8389416956135425420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8389416956135425420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/01/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2799897758506761333</id><published>2009-01-02T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:40:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://www.writerinthewindow.com/images/capricorn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A tall slim, cool and quiet woman. Once she is mad she can be very fierce. She can work better than some men and she is very high confident woman. In her opinion, woman is not just a flower or decoration at home or at an office and certainly not a weak sex who needs protection.She likes to control and hide her weak emotions. She will never try to change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as they are. If she does not like someone, she will not comments or criticize but she will completely ignore that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She hate plastic and an artificial flower because it make her feel that you are not being sincere. She loves real flower and it's scent. She loves a guy who wear after shave cologne. If you are a type of a guy who wear your Jean one month before washing, or wear an old sneaker, then you can forget about her.She loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. She loves to go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take her fishing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is not as jealous as Aquarius or Leo woman, but do not cross the line O.K. Better not to see she gets mad, especially in front of public when she feels like loosing face. She loves to make up and dress perfectly and very neat, so never rush her for this matter.She has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a doctorate degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not care about you at all. She likes smart people by character not by certificate shown. If you can not show her this quality, go and take a bus and go to the next stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She does not like a dreamer who talk about his dream but never put his hands in action to make it happens. Don't bother to tell her "everyone is doing it, you should do it too", or "I think you should do it, it's good for you", because she will do what she wants to do only.She is a neat and tidy person, so if your apartment is a pigsty , do not take her there. If you go out on a date with her , try to be presentable such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be your last date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is a cool type and will not nag, so easy on your ears. She is a slow but sure type. She will always respect and honor you and will never try to make you loose your face. If she loves you, she will help you in anything you do.She likes to help people and expect nothing in return. If she asks you for a favor and does not get one, she will feel very disappoint. She has a high hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own confident than believing in "Luck".If she is your wife, you will have nice and clean home and a gourmet cooking. If your parents visit your house, they will be please. She is a 3 in 1 means , a perfect mother, a perfect housewife, a perfect wife or you could say "happily ever after".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay.. i kne mine's between [c] &amp;amp; [a].. anyway above is what [ter] she stated on her blog. true not true.. i duno.. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2799897758506761333?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2799897758506761333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2799897758506761333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2799897758506761333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2799897758506761333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2009/01/tall-slim-cool-and-quiet-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6468044233191006228</id><published>2008-12-20T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:54:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's so much celebrations going on during this season of Christmas. A cup of drink and bowl of noodles with windy morning lighten up this heart of mine. Seeing kids chasing after birds trying to say hello to them, old grandmas' queuing for food.. 'who could I bless during this season.. to shows I really do cares?" Pondered and I remembered 'someone' whom's dear to me.. this' what i've to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SU0-wnLcN7I/AAAAAAAAARE/7OOSLSz57hE/s1600-h/let+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281946942847072178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SU0-wnLcN7I/AAAAAAAAARE/7OOSLSz57hE/s400/let+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I used to feel the emptiness inside me&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;I had everything I needed&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever made me&lt;br /&gt;What I long to be&lt;br /&gt;The wealth, the name&lt;br /&gt;The lights, the fame&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what I seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then one night Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;I heard His name (Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;And so I took that step of faith&lt;br /&gt;And walked into His domain&lt;br /&gt;I believe that's what He wants&lt;br /&gt;Every heart to do&lt;br /&gt;When hard may seem the task&lt;br /&gt;One step is all He asks of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why be afraid For God knows what you're feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But even He can't do a thing if He sees your heart's not willing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so we ask what's going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We want what's right and still do wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When hard may seem the task&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One step is all He asks of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess by now you'd realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't be on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all your cares and all your burdens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should be cast upon His throne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go Just let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Letting go to know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that's got the will&lt;br /&gt;To open up for Him to fill&lt;br /&gt;And trusting and believing Him&lt;br /&gt;Is all we've got to do&lt;br /&gt;It's just the heart that's got to move&lt;br /&gt;For Him to show His love that's been there&lt;br /&gt;Even when we never cared&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of His hand&lt;br /&gt;Let go and you'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6468044233191006228?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6468044233191006228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6468044233191006228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6468044233191006228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6468044233191006228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-so-much-celebrations-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SU0-wnLcN7I/AAAAAAAAARE/7OOSLSz57hE/s72-c/let+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-776978736713225086</id><published>2008-12-13T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:40:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUVENapIKkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G91_yf1K3z4/s1600-h/sea+of+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279701135442586178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUVENapIKkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G91_yf1K3z4/s400/sea+of+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was a sweet surprise, very heart-warming indeed that you guys came over. It seems like dejavu; I smiled from the bottom of my heart when you told me next door uncle wanted to received Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't any sort of touch &amp;amp; go. You guys stayed on and chatted, even when your young teen girl is getting late for appointments. Really makes one feel loved. It may seems small, little in the eye of a man. But it's really the heart that's matters. Most importantly, your act of love makes it more plain for my heart to know God is always there with me. Like the Chinese proverb that says: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xue zhong siong tan&lt;/span&gt; it really describe what you just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really want to say a big 'thank you' to the daddy, mommy and daughter (sorry didn't noted down your names) from Church of Savior. No I don't know them but they were like God sent human-angels. I pray as you bless others your family will be tremendously blessed. We like mere stranger, just met but through the chatting, really brings warm through the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-776978736713225086?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/776978736713225086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=776978736713225086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/776978736713225086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/776978736713225086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-sweet-surprise-very-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUVENapIKkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G91_yf1K3z4/s72-c/sea+of+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-7719417142356971709</id><published>2008-12-06T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:46:50.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know you're of certain age when you can recognize this...&lt;br /&gt;making me gaga-ing over it.. Nat it's all your fork =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUU3OPLUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/cW5bmgHY428/s1600-h/dingdang.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279687993860708674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUU4Qeb2WUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8DMcswhTWoY/s320/dingdang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ding Dang! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blast from the past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-7719417142356971709?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7719417142356971709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=7719417142356971709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7719417142356971709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7719417142356971709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-youre-of-certain-age-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SUU4Qeb2WUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8DMcswhTWoY/s72-c/dingdang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6711229051132756969</id><published>2008-12-04T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:55:55.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates of Recent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally... I'm back from some far away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt; a month of thanksgivings. Soon '08 is coming to a closure. How time flies past, yea? Time to take out the goal cards and take a look what we had (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;) achieved.. very soon will start setting goals for '09.. Indeed it's been an eventful year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;still at that far away land, I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright. what's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; wish list? Well girls' wish lists are always changing and never ending, I suppose (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; most said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt; Mine is simple yet ball's not in my court, that is, to know those I loved and loves me are healthy and enjoying life. Guess no amount of gifts could beat the joy of knowing and hearing your love ones' heartbeat. So if anyone wanna get me pressies.. just present &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will do!&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay lest anyone worried. I'm alright still. Reason for that wish, guess only my cousins' would be able to apprehend a bit. They were like my.. guardians for the past 2 weeks (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) helping to shoulder bit of the huge stress and burdens. It's a little bit wee too many incidents happening one after next, I admit quite taxing actually. So much so my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; went blank for weeks, doing things with my hands and not the mind (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Anxieties guess made one aged much huh.. causing not 1 but 3 persons fell ill. The fear of losing someone like a cloud '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shadow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' over my head.. still, I believe all things works out good for those who love and trust is in Him&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Some said I seldom talk now =S eh some things not don't but Can't tell at all. It's hard to want to speak yet can't you know?!? surely, I've grown - much stronger within. With fingers cross, cousins and I wish everything would be fine. No more 'blows' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;. Not that my heart can't take it but let the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be '&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' i mean calm for good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. So that cousin [a] could go Norway without any worries.. [v] can still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;enojoy&lt;/span&gt; her good life and I can have a really peaceful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; countdown =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;this isn't an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; post, just updates of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;recent&lt;/span&gt; happening.. don't understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;! anyway, recently have a 'feel' for photo-taking! The love has always been there.. one of my 'love' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Picture paints thousand words lei. Desire for a better (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nikon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) camera *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;minus off the weights too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!* ... so I could snap nicer pictures &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275993762875732146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/STgYX7licLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HN-2zQ7tsRk/s400/nice+esp+nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994243985145954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/STgYz729gGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0MNcP4M-fwY/s400/esp+exlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6711229051132756969?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6711229051132756969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6711229051132756969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6711229051132756969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6711229051132756969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-of-my-recents.html' title='Updates of Recent...'/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/STgYX7licLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HN-2zQ7tsRk/s72-c/nice+esp+nite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1199769874042691170</id><published>2008-11-28T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:18:07.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQJXOAKvSqM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1199769874042691170?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1199769874042691170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1199769874042691170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1199769874042691170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1199769874042691170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4455568776739904952</id><published>2008-11-24T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:10:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.I.M.E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;give me some time.. I'll try to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nowadays really drama-drama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;more drama than TV... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and it's happening in Real Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Asia Conf (AC) ended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;opening &amp;amp; ending I missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;glad i made it thou felt weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- no comments -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tues came as a shocked for my cousins &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;calls after calls.. sms-es one after another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.. amazed where the strength came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;till date.. what they could say to me is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"..take care.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;market downturn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;field getting hit front &amp;amp; back cum middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;omg.. i kne yes I heard yea I understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I really wish it'll 'recover' soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;adulthood is more than what I think it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time... I'll try to blog if I can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;meanwhile watch out on wordpress =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4455568776739904952?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4455568776739904952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4455568776739904952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4455568776739904952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4455568776739904952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/11/t.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1837997397423766692</id><published>2008-10-25T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:23:33.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMdhg9ICDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hCq9dr_gDCQ/s1600-h/smilekitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081251318073394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMdhg9ICDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hCq9dr_gDCQ/s200/smilekitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pardon that there's isn't many entry. There's 1001 things that I can blog about but the moment I wanted to type them down, I got problem constructing the first sentence; starring at the screen with many thoughts running in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been pretty tied up for the past two-three months. Apart from work, the only people I got contact with were my cousins. I admit I have lost part of me lately. It's been quite a long while since I caught up with friends, went to church,, dining together etc. The world has indeed taken a small hold of me. Or I should phrase it like what my cousins said: I had paid a huge price in my growing up. Well, who don't right? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the meanwhile, I am gaining back part of me (sound deep I k now) slowly. After much had been done and said, let's get back the basic; at the end of day I just want to be happy. No one is born to be super-hero or a weakling. It's pretty much determine by the state of mind. It's alright to feel hurt when people decided to leave or don't see the contributes poured in. It's fine to drop a little bit of tears at times. Everyone needs to pour out somewhere some times. But at the end of day, it's important to pick up that courage and move on, regardless what had happened. To be happy is really crucial. Don't understand what I am babbling about? Never mind... I don't too! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At the end of the day, I just want to be happy&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/17305489-1837997397423766692?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1837997397423766692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1837997397423766692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1837997397423766692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1837997397423766692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/10/pardon-that-theres-isnt-many-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMdhg9ICDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hCq9dr_gDCQ/s72-c/smilekitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2925717963162851251</id><published>2008-10-25T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:24:12.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMcECNnLbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c-0abS_NT_c/s1600-h/dun+u+go+anywhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261079645337890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMcECNnLbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c-0abS_NT_c/s400/dun+u+go+anywhere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;saw that last picture?&lt;br /&gt;Recently really been crazy... just want to be like Calvin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fill you in the recent details...&lt;br /&gt;pour out the deepest feelings within..&lt;br /&gt;tell you the reasons behind every worries and fear&lt;br /&gt;And then like a child&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag closely behind you (like how child tag at his dad's pant)&lt;br /&gt;with honestly and simple look in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I'll say to you&lt;br /&gt;“please... don't you go anywhere! I'm scare!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haa... i'm still very much a child within, afterall =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2925717963162851251?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2925717963162851251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2925717963162851251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2925717963162851251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2925717963162851251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/10/saw-that-last-picture-recently-really.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SQMcECNnLbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c-0abS_NT_c/s72-c/dun+u+go+anywhere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2043798670102284626</id><published>2008-10-03T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:53:16.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SOTxufNsweI/AAAAAAAAALI/38EsfPx9WRs/s1600-h/sunrise+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588846376075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SOTxufNsweI/AAAAAAAAALI/38EsfPx9WRs/s400/sunrise+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Already so late.. at this hour, really almost wanted to call (or at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;) someone. Instead, asked a friend to send my regards. It's just funny. Somehow felt bit uneasy, as if history is repeating itself. I really won't want to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the same thing ever again. It's meant to be keep for life, for sure. Hopefully will get in touch soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were days I really missed some people. Their presence somehow comfort my heart. Their words kept ringing in my ears.. yes I really miss those times. Sharing joys and woes together, celebrate when the other party did well in life. Shoulder when one's down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spurring&lt;/span&gt; to achieve the goals in our lives. I have found true relationships and it has been with me for the past 10 years. I may have to let go certain things or had already given up things in life, but for sure, I won't let go the bonding we built. Not over my dead body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of this ordeal, I realised many things. Who are the one who truly concern and who's not. Who I should divert my love and attention to and who's not. Suddenly, life became clearer. It keeps wanting to move on and on, wanting no rest. In times like this, close ones truly needed. Yea I am given pass to go find them should I bump unto problems. Not this round, I said to myself, till I'm in a better shape. Never had I felt this way before, not the recent years. Empty and really nearly having nothing.. well, great characters are forged through hardship.. so cheers! Time for building sessions again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly, life took a sudden turn. A different heart. Different mind. Different journey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;altogether&lt;/span&gt;. A gentle loving spirit, stronger ambitious and determination till completion of journey. I am not afraid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;.. only afraid I will be proud of myself when I succeed. Way to go, dearest an-gel!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2043798670102284626?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2043798670102284626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2043798670102284626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2043798670102284626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2043798670102284626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/10/already-so-late.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SOTxufNsweI/AAAAAAAAALI/38EsfPx9WRs/s72-c/sunrise+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5146116429866453898</id><published>2008-10-01T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:39:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SONoaFOc2II/AAAAAAAAALA/KTfQaW4Pq1M/s1600-h/time+heals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252156387732805762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SONoaFOc2II/AAAAAAAAALA/KTfQaW4Pq1M/s400/time+heals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just a quick note to let you guys know I'm fine, safe and sound. Yep, it ended (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;grateful to god's grace and mercy and protection during this ordeal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wat bout the other &lt;em&gt;'blow' &lt;/em&gt;some may asked. am mind set and decisions had been made. very firm about it. am not gonna give in anymore. Time to re-enforce my stand. My life had took a sudden turn. Fret not, coping quite well still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm working hard to build up stronger characters and learn the right principles of life. I just need grow to be stronger person inside-out. And I'm trying to learn to cook some simple meals.. (gotta fed myself la) hur..if u know how to cook fabulous food.. teach me yea? All in all, 'm on the route to take care of myself lar.. &lt;em&gt;washing.. cleaning..cooking.. yea lar.. maid in making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: now not good shape.. bit later ba.. transition period..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-5146116429866453898?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5146116429866453898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5146116429866453898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5146116429866453898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5146116429866453898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-quick-note-to-let-you-guys-know-im.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SONoaFOc2II/AAAAAAAAALA/KTfQaW4Pq1M/s72-c/time+heals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-9203125823146396564</id><published>2008-09-09T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:55:47.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I despaired at the thought of my life passing me by without seeing God move mightily on my behalf" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because I miss some things, some people so much it hurts sometimes, the old and 'familiar' still stretches out its arm to caress my memories. In these awkward moments, I'd beat myself up inside and wondered why.. why am I in this strange and unfamiliar place feeling bit uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't keep my eyes on you, oh god, if I can't keep my eyes on you, how am I ever going to get through this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder, If I'll ever start to care for less, contend for less, and settle for very very little of God in my life. Ever so often, in moments where the heart starts to wander, mind starts to drift, or when settling into days of dry, godless spells, I sit very still to feel the long stretched out emptiness. I marvel at how loud the silence of a godless void can get. And then I marvel again how fast one can shift from a bubble of intimacy into a dangerous contention of nothingness. Faith, Determination is very important. It keeps me alive. It keeps me going. It keeps me smiling. And, it keeps me awake with laughter and love. I fear for the day when something big crashes on me and I respond unfavourably and just let it all go, cease to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-9203125823146396564?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/9203125823146396564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=9203125823146396564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/9203125823146396564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/9203125823146396564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-miss-some-things-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1420584345343986208</id><published>2008-09-04T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:42:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;alright.. I know I should blog often, since the internet is (&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;) up and there's so many things to blog about! Ya..ya.. but honestly I don't know where to start with and what to blog at all. *blank mind* Well... let's try to recall yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;070808 Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I remembered walking along Raffles buildings after work.. strolling down those big buildings... seeing the glorious sky... then off I went to meet up friends to get some pressie.. that how I ended my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080808 Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Busy day. One of my friend's getting ROM. Woke up, met my gal friend and off we went to OSS. There I met the groom's friends - all Commandos! I had the luxurious to take a good look at OSS. Gosh, what a huge change! It looks more like a country club then school to me. Of course, lots of memories flashed back behind my mind. Sweet memories, of course =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then it time to get down to work. Ensuring everything runs well... the sound, the food... guest got seated down.. where's the Justice.. wow I felt really tired just walking up and down the hall. Luckly, someone offered to carry that gift-box *phew*. I must say, the groom (whom is my senior) got good buddies cos th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ey set up the buffet table in just a minute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alrigt. I knew many tried to call but couldn't reached me. Well, thats because I placed my phone at the meeting room and that place have no reception at all! -.-" Sorry... not I purposely don't pick up calls k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;140808 Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The day I announced I'm dead.. I remembered I stayed at office till 9pm. Was really worn out. The only thought I had was to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tg Pagar asap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;to meet someone cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't want to stay around office area any longer. What a night I would say. The whole story? heh don't wanna touch it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;240808 Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;was at vivo.. walking around with __ trying to get something for [??].. don't really like the idea of &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah &lt;/em&gt;sometimes... then saw huili and frens.. well I really enjoyed the scenery of sentosa.. the lights of cable cars.. the cruise.. stars above my head.. heavy heart but the night seeing made it a lil' better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;260808 Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yep was at vivo (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;) went there to watch a moive myself. don't ask me y, i duno. Of course, after the show, I went to Pacific Cafe to view the nice scenery. Had the luck to get the 'couple' seat (I was AlonE). Gosh, guess I swing a wee bit too hard, I felt dizzy seating there surfing net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sent out sms to someone but.. no reply.. hmmp.. it's alright. went home, sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;270808 Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;nerve cracking day.. yet bit relax after that.. went to xxx dep @ SGX.. 0.0 scary place.. went wrong unit some more =S The office.. big.. but very empty. People were chatting away.. anyway, after that, I walked to Suntec.. seeing the view of Merlion.. feeling the sea breeze.. then breakfast @ suntec BK.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;010908 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;met up my fren @ orchard for dinner @ waraku (wrong spelling i guess) It's our 2nd time there and both agreed that clark quay branch have better scenery. Acompanied my fren for a short walk before wanting to head home. Just when I passed by [cp] working place... my phone rang and I thought who's that. lo and behold, xxx ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lled.. Hesitant, still I picked it up.. End story - my fren went back and I took a stroll down orchard road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks... short yet felt the concern behind those words. I'll be fine.. by then, we'll go have ice-cream together, alrite? if there's still chance, that is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That's rather... a long post huh.. aritz there you guys have.. can't recall any more.. brainy tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1420584345343986208?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1420584345343986208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1420584345343986208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1420584345343986208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1420584345343986208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2259029228756624376</id><published>2008-08-17T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:25:17.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peppitext.de/Wallpaper-Desktopmotive-Hintergrundbilder/Aus_Film_und_Fernsehen/Carebears2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.peppitext.de/Wallpaper-Desktopmotive-Hintergrundbilder/Aus_Film_und_Fernsehen/Carebears2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; finally settled down @ Pacific Cafe Vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess I will stop calling/sms-ing. It would be good enough be alone for a while though I know it would be better if there's somebody(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think my contenance says it all - I am worn out totally this round. Can try asking, someone did, but I just don't know what to say. I can try to tell a rough story still it doesn't reflect the impact or able to express anything. Believed its not that I want to, there's seems to be a 'blockage' between (if u kne wat i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;since some incident, I rarely talk much. Hasn't been well inside for the past 3 months, especially the past 3 days. Left office on Thursday at 9... which mean I was there for 12 hours. Hardly could sleep these days. My mind just went blank. Talks in the morning, talks after lunch. It's more draining than the usual working hours. No one I could go or reveal much about what had happened. Saturday after report, going over to New Bridge to look for [panda] was the only thing I could do. Shocked, stun... speechless was [panda] expression when I hand the copied report. what could we do, we asked ourselves. Nothing.  Our greatest wish is that I am able to get out of this mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Walked down the streets of singapore, stroll down orchard road... I can only say, unfamiliar surroundings. I know why I was terrified on Thursday night though [k] don't but I can't explain clearly why. Incidents can never be compared but the impact is almost the same, this I can't agree more with [k]..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quiet nights. Listening to the most inner heartbeat. I know what state I'm at. I know how big/small the impact is but never know how to surface them out. Some say it's good to talk things out, some professionals beg a diff. So is this doing me good? Some say it's a sign of maturing. I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what I once knew now I don't. what I once had it's nothing. Strong, move on was what said to me. Oh well, if I am able to be clear tomorrow and return back, that would really be great... if not, I really wish to take a break and leave this place temporary... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's always good to be Home - place of security, familiarity, warm, love... These I really missed. what can I say.. set my feets in your ways. Entering your presence just to behold you face to face. Unfailing love that has surround me all these while, amazed. Love of my life -selah- Set my eyes on you, ran this race for quite a while. I'm amazed how you brought me this far. I just... wish to be by your side at this very minute... take me away with you - my desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;selfish/cold perhaps I have been towards some. Unintentional. Not that it doesn't matter to me, just that... o self-center, perhaps. Not able to put myself into others shoes, never thought of hurting anyone nor do I have such ability now. I felt so tired just to type this blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bring me to some place where I can be just me. a place where can be understood. where my thoughts and principles can be generate well and that my kind intention/principles I held won't be treated like dust. I don't wanna lose myself because of this... let what you have planted in my heart remains for good. I just want to be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2259029228756624376?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2259029228756624376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2259029228756624376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2259029228756624376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2259029228756624376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-settled-down-pacific-cafe-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8276062446820725594</id><published>2008-08-04T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:45:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice Mountain... KFC... these I remembered clearly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking down that road... to KFC... eating the same drink &amp;amp; meals..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wished I went. Yes just for that friendship but not the event&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry I couldn't bring myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a memorable day to recall this frienship, always been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The amosphere in the bank was weird. Quiet and stern feeling. Air-condition was extremely cold till the extend of [panda] not caring about dress code and I almost walked out the bank hall. [adw] face was black, mentor didn't feel good in the morning due to some stuff... and next was I after meeting up someone during lunch. Yes, I was pretty affected because it came from someone dear to my heart. Who cares if it comes from a nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, met up my cousin during the weekend. Thanks. Really needed a lil' unwind moment, to take a breather. Though they wouldn't comprehen what happened and how I felt fully, at least they care enough ask me out for a walk. At work, I am glad there's people like my mentor and [panda] for me to talk. I was surprised my mentor did notice my changed of feelings/mood during one of the days. Oh well.. good people don't usually stays long. She just revealed to me she's planning to resign somewhat end of the year.. There's days when [panda] isn't in and that really freak me out. I thought move to else where and I am thankful that [panda] is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes I did tried to call some up. Some for a talk, some for a meal? Well, glad there are people like [c], [mf] to dine after work... especially [panda] - to chat. Well... [k] said will bring me out for ice-cream this week. I really didn't know we have the same 'thing' for ice-cream wor. Glad [k] is recovered fast enough for it.. You and I know, I need it.. really (ice cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8276062446820725594?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8276062446820725594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8276062446820725594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8276062446820725594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8276062446820725594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5958709330523908580</id><published>2008-07-30T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:09:35.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kirsty-lipscombe.last-memories.com/upload/Gallery/me2u_bear_034954.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="341" alt="" src="http://kirsty-lipscombe.last-memories.com/upload/Gallery/me2u_bear_034954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;days passed... weeks passed... months passed...&lt;br /&gt;still, no utterance of words from within&lt;br /&gt;walking by streets, buildings... under the lights...&lt;br /&gt;when would the heart ever speak volume&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medical heals almost all disease...&lt;br /&gt;except what the eyes can't see&lt;br /&gt;Time sometimes don't help but buried dead&lt;br /&gt;words shouldn't be taken too lightly all the time&lt;br /&gt;Scars thee have left will not be ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love me in the good times... even more in the bad times...&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with me in the morning... shoulder me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Need not carry... just walk by my side&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;silence-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Unfailing Love - Amazed...&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life, privilege to ever travel on thee footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Pearl fallen to Earth&lt;br /&gt;Chasten&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/17305489-5958709330523908580?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5958709330523908580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5958709330523908580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5958709330523908580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5958709330523908580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-622372763630983276</id><published>2008-07-16T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:36:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't know the effect would be this big... too much to even imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;having nothing, needed no one, I went through the whole circle personally and yes I admit I am a different person inwardly. Now I know you can shape the emotions like how a clay would have a strong shape when force is place. No one forsees such a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I stand amazed at this word LOVE. How a Abba father would love His child that much. Chasten. I am moved. At same time, this word Love recalled back past memories that should be ease. How love would turned around and become a feeling undesirable. I walked back home from work, random feelings stirring deep but my mind was blank like a paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;aggitated. unsatified. frustrated. upset. anger. lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just to name a few... my heart was still like water yet strong feelings were battling within. It aren't the 1st time. I tried the best I know how... the heart wants it so but weak is the will. I don't bear to.. really don't. I didn't know it would affect me this much, really. I miss you so, my lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;giving in. not surrendering. Not moving doesn't mean giving up. Agony. Silence. Teeth biting, hand fisting to going on. OH MY! WHY... I want to fight no more, struggle no more... let it go, let me go.. I want nothing... I need nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-622372763630983276?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/622372763630983276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=622372763630983276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/622372763630983276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/622372763630983276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-know-effect-would-be-this-big.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6774266589847707969</id><published>2008-07-14T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:36:56.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;An-gel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;what a journey you choose to embark. The old you is slowly surfacing. You have been asking and longing for something you love dearly. Your heart grew tired and weary. Each time you enter, you entered filled with questions and in awe. Now you are asking, how long can you last. Your flesh and heart is giving ways. But you aren't panic because you are really worn out this round. Tough you may appear to be, your heart is tied to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it must be a tough decision and surely you suffered much, if not you won't reacted this strong, we all know. It's isn't your character to have done that. You have been in silence, not that you put up a front but because you no longer know how to generates the thoughts within. Everything seems nothing to you cause' your heart isn't bother by it. Even your tin est desire, you buried. You shut it all. Simply because of the same cause again. Oh gal, why haven't you gone up to people like you always did before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desire to go back home, a daughter's heart he understands. You know he knows what's in your heart and he knows what you truly needs. A father's heart, you always runs after. You tried hard to walk and follow the steps. Perhaps its time to be carried and stop trying to walk. It's deep. You seat by the side alone all night long. You don't need time, you don't know what you truly need now. Everyday going the same path, occasionally your heart pumps a lil' harder. Still you concealed it all within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you wish you long and it tough to do it. lost in wonder, even your nearest surrounding. Never allow to enter neither you entered. This isn't the plan or the road you should walk.. never. It breaks both the hearts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6774266589847707969?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6774266589847707969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6774266589847707969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6774266589847707969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6774266589847707969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/gel-what-journey-you-choose-to-embark.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2490472860913158088</id><published>2008-07-05T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:37:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SG-wtIh0vFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U-aWJ5ftzm0/s1600-h/i+love+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219584782575647826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SG-wtIh0vFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U-aWJ5ftzm0/s200/i+love+u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;After so many years, You are the only one who holds the key to my heart. The days now are so different from back then. The lil' gal who simply love running around wherever you goes now have grown up to a young lady. Still you are the one she adores all these years. Your House has been my play ground since teenage. A place I love dwelling in all seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things were simple back then though there's trials around. Perhaps those days things were still manageable and that there's advisories around. Being an adult there are so many things I have to face it on my own, responsibilities to take. No one saw me like you do. No one would understand my feelings fully like you do always. Standing at a corner... You saw everything.. the whole incidents taking place. This heart of mine been trying and sloting so hard all these years.. trying hard to follow every bits of your word. No doubt I found true joy and yes I loves those words but somehow it's getting tougher. Indeed no one knows what would happened in the future but only You. Beloved.. things are so different now.. each time it just gets heavier and heavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nevertheless, this heart of mine has never waiver towards you. Deep down I am more fond of you than I was years ago. Such love couldn't be displayed but only you understands. My heart is linked to yours. Every melody/songs, dreams and inspirations I hold, you are invloved in them. No one tells me you are going to find me, like the way I was searching for you when I was young, and you dig into my heart. I am amazed. privillege I told myself to have found you and be in love with you all these while. My Beloved, I yearned and long for it but somehow it's seems to be tough. Know this, My Love... wherever you go I really want to be by your side. This relationship begins with you and I truly wants to stand at the finishing line with you next to me. If possible, tell me it can be done my Love... help me to draw near like you want me to be. I have lost it all but I don't wish to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If possible, I wish I needn't walk through this path... a heart that's ever true... strengthen this heart of mine My Dearest Love. Not my... but.... yours........ be done... If I could spend my life all over again... even if I have to go through the same things all over again.. I would still choose to spend it all on you, My Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2490472860913158088?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2490472860913158088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2490472860913158088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2490472860913158088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2490472860913158088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-so-many-years-you-are-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SG-wtIh0vFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U-aWJ5ftzm0/s72-c/i+love+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1616710760481604567</id><published>2008-07-05T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:36:16.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deep in thoughts... I looked at my laptop with deep feelings stirring within. When was the last time I actually wrote a letter to my love, I asked myself. Memory started to recall. It was 2 years ago.. Read it again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Will Embrace the Cross Tightly 13th Dec 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http:///www.donghaeng.net/english/duty.htm"&gt;http:///www.donghaeng.net/english/duty.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy I am learning to be obedience, learning to be loyal to You. Though I was tired and weary, fell flat on the ground, badly wounded at times but through the cold stormy raining seasons, I didn't let go of the Cross. Many times I fell with tears falling in my eyes and heart but I always remembered what You have told me when I fell on the ground. Thus I run back to embrace the Cross again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daddy, I just want to say 'Thank You,' thank you for always being with me and that You are faithful in Your words. When You said You will come back, you truly mean it. You know my ups and downs, You know what I have been through. You know my feelings and desires. You know how much I love you. You are compassionate and gentle. You always embrace me with Your arms wide open, You hugged me tight in Your arms. Always, You weep the tears I wept and wiped them away from me. In the night, You cruddled me when I was in fear and put me to bed with Your sweet voice of assurance that You would stay beside my bed till the next day. Early in the morning, You would paint the sky so beatifully and sent the birds outside my window to brighten my day. Those times when I was downcast, You carried me and lead me to Your river that's in Your garden. When I was happy, Daddy You rejoiced with me, You even danced with me. But I noticed that whenever I am sad, Daddy you seem to be more upsad than me. Daddy You love me so much, far more than my heart tells me. Though the word may abandon me, I know Daddy You would never forsake me. It's when the world forsaken me, Daddy You hold me tight and said 'I Love You Child' When I am left with nothing, Daddy You provide it all for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daddy, I would never understand why You would love me so much, that You called me 'My Sweet Princess,' 'My Beloved Child', allowing me to dwell in Your Kingdom and play in Your big Castle. No one on earth would love me this deep like You do. I can't find a reason why anyone should love me because I know I am but just a dirty clothe that others might not even use to wipe their table. But You showed me that You treasure and love this dirty clothe high above anything. Daddy... You are my Daddy.. my Beloved Daddy! I can't live without You Daddy. I can't even imagine a moment without You by my side. It's like I can't live a day without the air You created. You are the air that I breathe, You are my all-in-all. No one cares about me more than you do. Without you by my side, I am left with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Running to Your arms and wispered 'Daddy', Seeing Your eyes I know You knew everything. I love to be hug and cruddle by You LORD. Let me stay with You forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beloved Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1616710760481604567?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1616710760481604567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1616710760481604567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1616710760481604567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1616710760481604567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-in-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8629869750343655490</id><published>2008-07-02T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:30:48.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SGuFhXNP-mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BHhSTj3car0/s1600-h/time+heals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411401450617442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SGuFhXNP-mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BHhSTj3car0/s200/time+heals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't know what to blog at all. My mind sometimes gets so cope up by stuffs. what should we talk about today? Mmm.. concern a.k.a. Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In my opinion, I always believe human beings are kind-hearted. No doubts there are bad eggs around. To me, there must be some reasons why they turned into baddies. Deep down, there's always a kind-intention/loving heart somewhere hidden. Human seems to be an 'unbeatable' pillars. Do you realised no matter how tough a sitution may be, most humans would stand up on the ground? Some is because of someone' help or perhaps source of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Concern. I believe it's in-born in human being. It's so natural to care for someone. I am not saying it's easy, never! What I am saying is this: even when you are face with the darkest storm, one would still care for those he/she valued especially. Even when the love-tank is running low, one would feel the ache to see the tired face of a dear one, for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Showing concern doesn't mean this person must be your kins or friends. To me, even a stranger who may had fallen down, I would gladly show my concern and offer help. Even at work, to someone whom I rarely talk to I would try my best not to allow anyone to disturb her from resting. Showing concern is so natural.. like breathing the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reason for this post. I want to say is this: I may had bought someone' food, that doesn't mean anything. I may had given someone money, that alone doesn't mean anything. It's just like anybody/stranger.. I have no feelings towards those people. No strings attached. No feelings involved. Once the status changes @ heart, it changed for good, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8629869750343655490?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8629869750343655490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8629869750343655490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8629869750343655490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8629869750343655490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-know-what-to-blog-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SGuFhXNP-mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BHhSTj3car0/s72-c/time+heals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6201732723790740301</id><published>2008-06-30T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:40:03.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really had a lousy day @ work.. as expected.. felt so down and heavy laden yet I can't reveal outwardly. Smile was the only way to cover it.. It's been a while I have been losing much appetite during lunch due to some incidents happened at work. No one know the right ways to put my heart at ease.. some just pat on my back. Isn't it weird, I couldn't talked much about things to my fellow co-workers (they'll only talked among themselves about my case), only had to rely on email-ing to someone who isn't directly under the same umbrella (whois table is just right in front of me).. Email - my only source of Communication and perhaps.. getting some 'un-heard' or seen concern as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are changes going round but aren't going to mention here. There's lots of unspoken words hidden within.. lots of feelings untold.. incidents not many may understood.. I felt so weary this time round. Honestly I lost count of times I hid my emotions.. I just had to.. Really, dont wish to be defeated just like that.. don't really want to... what a.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me.. jsut wanna say.. it's been tough all these while.. I am growing stronger, I believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side. Remember I mention about emails? Glad it's has been a good communciation tool. I mean I can't possibly walked over 2meters from my desk just to talk... email-communciation is better with no communciation with people at all yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6201732723790740301?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6201732723790740301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6201732723790740301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6201732723790740301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6201732723790740301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-had-lousy-day-work.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4701720347909062268</id><published>2008-06-30T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:22:23.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when would be the day.. when there's no more 'mistakes'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no more 'talks' or 'see me'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I heard those words, my heart sung deeply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Each time I could only say 'sorry'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But this time, was it really my fault, I asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why are you giving me color face even when other was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is it because [ter] and [jes] name were taken down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is it because of them thus you gave me a trashdown.. even if I am not totally at fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why? why must it be like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt; few more weeks away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what would be the outcome.. I wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;such heavy heart, I bore it for weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm speechless, totally trashed by your attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whatever it turn out to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm prepared for the results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4701720347909062268?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4701720347909062268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4701720347909062268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4701720347909062268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4701720347909062268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-would-be-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3716581065562249687</id><published>2008-06-10T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:15:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I had a busy weekend last week.. literally I 'flew' from places to places.. some said it was insane.. yea I think so too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sat : &lt;/span&gt;home -&gt; trained to expo -&gt; CAB down to outram -&gt; CAB back home     -&gt; CAB to JJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sun : &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JJC -&gt; CAB back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today.. I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from town -&gt; CAB to Tampines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Felt really physcially tired on saturday. Couldn't even stay throughout the whole service but 1hr of p&amp;amp;w is good enough for me. Glad I went over for the celebration though the cab fee cost lots. Yes, cabbies have been my 'fren' recently.. I guess I broke a record cause I rarely cab to places! The total cab fees could allow me to have.. close to 10 Mac meals.. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I left both the celebration and camp with a heavy heart. If only I needn't rush off for camp.. if only I could stay a lil' longer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;pls stay strong &amp;amp; live longer so that you could help me in choosing the right one.. be my witness for the vow.. if possible, I really wish you could teach my kids the way they should go like how you used to teach me.. I won't mind supporting you for the rest of my life.. bring you to the doctor every weekends. You weren't and will not be a burden. I love you for who you are and your presence brings joy to my heart. Take care   ~ granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;truly, now I know who are the ones I really loves and misses, who are the one who loved and dotes me.  Your willingness to do things for that someone determine the level of your love for him/her. So many things pondering in this brainy of mine.. I tried to call those I could recalled last night... most either not in.. or some were oversea.. when the night came, I am already tired to the extend of losing words.. I don't know what to talk about.. just needed somebody.. I believe I am growing to be a stronger person inwardly daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-3716581065562249687?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3716581065562249687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3716581065562249687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3716581065562249687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3716581065562249687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-busy-weekend-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1707095519953479226</id><published>2008-06-09T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:36:41.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woah.. today super duper  disturbed by this person during work. Too much. She thinks she's some super big socks &amp;amp; tried to show me how BIG her sock is.. Am got bombarded by this middle age woman with lots of ugly crude words. what the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$#^$#%# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the one seated next to me also got caught-off by this person's speech and gave me this 0.0 look. For a solid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 MINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stood there silently.. If only I am not at work.. hurr... I will surely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BITE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her! She even went the extend of wanting to see my boss and threaten to log a complain against me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;After she left I went in to look for Boss, in case that woman really go complained against me.. To my relief.. Boss didn't scold me.. both my Boss and the whole of my heads actually stand on my side upon hearing the whole story..in fact no one at work stands at her side.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*phew* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like what 'liao-da' said, this woman is kinda mad and strongly encouraged me to bite her to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Go ahead and log a complain.. complain as many times as you wish.. my Boss aren't entertaining it neither is my boss' boss. lalala~~ Crazy woman.. don't throw your anger at anyone. Lucky you I held my peace.. if given to others.. hoho.. best wish.. =p I forgot to tell you.. your socks may be very big for santa to put pressie.. but my Dad is much bigger than your tiny whiny santa socks lar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;santa will nvr give pressie for such crude woman, my fren santa said so =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1707095519953479226?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1707095519953479226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1707095519953479226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1707095519953479226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1707095519953479226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/arg-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1130272228575973871</id><published>2008-06-07T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:42:41.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahooo~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;f..I.N..A..L..L..Y..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waited quite a while for such days.. I can sort of work alone now.. occasionally will have to call for help still.. but will really miss talking with my mentors. Oh and can I loudly declare this : I am indeed one blessed soul in my work place can?! Not just once nor twice, I escaped from the snare of my careless-ness many times. Some said I am lucky but I know I am not. It's His hands that has been protecting me since day one. It's Him that pulled me through the scaries days... the lonely hours.. the trying period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday.. finally PB and I talked during break time. It's quite a breakthrough since we would be in the same working environment for a few years. It's always good to know more people and gain some knowledge as well. Chatted bit about work and yes I must admit too, that we are in a very good working environment compared to other places. I have a nice boss who bought rice-dumplings for us as lunch on thursday, early morning cooked green bean soup for us on friday and even bought us ice-cream cake after work as a farewell for a staff. We work like a big family. Even PB who isn't really directly under the tree felt the family-warm, what else could I say but thank god for the arrangement He has for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am touched when I looked back at His little actions. All these while, He stood beside me and I know He saw everything. Abba... what a love I have found. A love to hold and to keep. One that's faithful to the very end. What can I say? I have been through much but I gained much more of His love and grace. He has given me rocks in the nights when the ocean rise, a shoulder when I need a bed. Most importantly, when I could no longer walk the path.. He gently carrys me with His hands and leads me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could say something to you face-to-face.. I miss you Daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1130272228575973871?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1130272228575973871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1130272228575973871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1130272228575973871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1130272228575973871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/wahooo-like-f.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3635756679894152368</id><published>2008-06-03T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:31:56.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the past few days.. for unknown reasons.. been missing some people/things.. 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[x] somehow thought of this fellow the whole day.. when's the dinner coming along.. can be a bit more pro-active ma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*enco &lt;em&gt;hard arh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;___ thought of this person esp the past few days.. wondered how's things.. let it be soon that things will work out well once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dog-Dog. Ohh somehow I do miss dogs. Give me any breeds like golden rev. or young active dogs &amp;amp; believe me I'll cruddle it to slp =) &lt;em&gt;*woof!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wanted to go oversea for a short period.. like 3D2N kind.. uhmm shall save it all up till maybe year end to go great southland =)&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/17305489-3635756679894152368?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3635756679894152368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3635756679894152368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3635756679894152368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3635756679894152368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-7966912186640515042</id><published>2008-06-03T20:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:25:47.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEU6EMoAL1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/VnyszN0JLcM/s1600-h/hi.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207632387906744146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEU6EMoAL1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/VnyszN0JLcM/s200/hi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealist (HI)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The harmony-seeking idealist is characterised by a complex personality and an abundance of thoughts and feelings. She is a warm-hearted person by nature. She is sympathetic and understanding. She expects a lot of herself and of others. She has a strong understanding of human nature and is often a very good judge of character But she is mostly reserved and confides her thoughts and feelings to very few people she trusts. She is deeply hurt by rejection or criticism. She finds conflict situations unpleasant and prefers harmonious relationships. However, if reaching a certain target is very important to her she can assert herself with a doggedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; bordering on obstinacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This personality type has a lively fantasy, often an almost clairvoyant intuition and is often very creative. Once she has tackled a project, she does everything in her power to achieve her goals. In everyday life, she often proves to be an excellent problem solver. She likes to get to the root of things and has a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. At the same time, she is practically oriented, well organised and in a position to tackle complex situations in a structured and carefully considered manner. When she concentrates on something, she does so one hundred percent - she often becomes so immersed in a task that she forgets everything else around her. That is the secret of her often very large professional success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As a partner, the harmony-seeking idealist is loyal and reliable; a permanent relationship is very important to her. She seldom falls in love head over heels nor does she like quick affairs. She sometimes finds it very difficult to clearly show her affection although her feelings are deep sincere. In as far as her circle of friends is concerned, her motto is: less is more! As far as new contacts are concerned, she is approachable to only a limited extent; she prefers to put her energy into just a few, close friendships. Her demands on friends and partners are very high. As she does not like conflicts, she hesitates for some time before raising unsatisfactory issues and, when she does, she makes every effort not to hurt anyone as a result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-7966912186640515042?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7966912186640515042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=7966912186640515042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7966912186640515042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7966912186640515042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/harmony-seeking-idealist-hi-harmony.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEU6EMoAL1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/VnyszN0JLcM/s72-c/hi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-7493248159336999950</id><published>2008-06-01T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:09:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SELBrraolKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5WC58C0JuAw/s1600-h/forever+fren+-+watchin+star.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937075326686370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SELBrraolKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5WC58C0JuAw/s200/forever+fren+-+watchin+star.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its gonna be a long night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing by the window&lt;br /&gt;glazing upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of people came&lt;br /&gt;those i loved, my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the crystal fell&lt;br /&gt;its been for a long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;weary heart needed it so much so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"last one" i kept telling it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold me close tonight my dearest lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;letting things go I have to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though it pains me so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it would hurts much more to hold it dear again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a lil' tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me u're here and I will draw close to your embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Road ahead is a lil' rocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;up the mountain down the vally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am still have to go thru' it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;work will keep me going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till the day I grow old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-7493248159336999950?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/7493248159336999950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=7493248159336999950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7493248159336999950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/7493248159336999950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-gonna-be-long-night-standing-by.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SELBrraolKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5WC58C0JuAw/s72-c/forever+fren+-+watchin+star.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1587698171605381769</id><published>2008-05-31T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:33:01.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEFhebaolDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EaTJ3E3jqQM/s1600-h/jerry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206549819600442418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEFhebaolDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EaTJ3E3jqQM/s200/jerry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ohh.. till today, I still do not know what's the proper words to reply that... email. Nevermind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lately been feeling pretty tired thus resulting not going online regularly as before. Every single day my wish is to sleep after work even though there's GSS going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm it's been awhile... I realised I rarely do explaination even when's there some misunderstanding or even when there's arguement. In other words, I don't really talk much lar. Beats me. Honestly speaking, most of the time I have nothing in mind to talk about, as in sharing. I am, even, running out of what topic to blog too. Just word-less le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Work has been alright, had mistakes here and there. Thankful to have good mentor and nice co-workers. Lots of things to learn, remember of. Had the chance to talk to everyone except one - PB! I guess I am pretty shy (ahem i know) when I meet new people. It's been weeks, only managed to say 'thank you' when PB opened the door for me and waved bye-bye. haha. It's goes the same for PB too, talked to everyone except me. Surely the chance will come lar. And I realised... PB expressions seems the same as someone. Does all PBs have the same 'patterns'? =p Still wondering should I go for the dinner.. but it's on friday! =\ But one thing for sure, am not going for D&amp;amp;D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's good to be able to meet Danying and Jeslynn again, though didn't get to talk much. Been so long since I last saw them [esp danying] =) Take care gals. Enjoy your holidays. Alright, that's it. Take Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1587698171605381769?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1587698171605381769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1587698171605381769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1587698171605381769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1587698171605381769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SEFhebaolDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EaTJ3E3jqQM/s72-c/jerry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-8452899315240060652</id><published>2008-05-26T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:19:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Felt so worn out today.. wanted to turn in much earlier than the usual timing.. till I received an e-mail from someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;my respond?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;speechless.. read that e-mail again and again.. again and again.. The word 'sorry' aren't the correct word to say to either party. I shan't reveal what's my thoughts and feelings here.. will keep it deep within instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;really lost of words.. what should I reply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am.. but just merely a human.. what do I really have to be call my very own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-8452899315240060652?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/8452899315240060652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=8452899315240060652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8452899315240060652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/8452899315240060652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/05/felt-so-worn-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-687620444566058371</id><published>2008-05-25T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:54:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SDmAp7aolBI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvnVVChQodI/s1600-h/mischavious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204332302215713810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SDmAp7aolBI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvnVVChQodI/s200/mischavious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay.. I was trying to address some issue here.. In order not to affect anyone else.. I had to put it to 'draft' mode instead. Some may had read that post.. oh well. All I can say is, it's not much about being emotional but really to address some issue once and for all. Heh.. never mind. Think whatever ways you guys want lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's been alright thus far. Hmm being feeling rather tense up recently, don't know why; even on my way back! One thing I must clarify. I may look as if I'm stress up to some but I am not. Just that I have been having really bad headache for weeks =( Not sure is it because of the weather. 1st time that I actually finished up the pills subscribed by the doc. Shows to see how bad the spin could be huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had been indulging with good food for that past days. Not that I wanted, it's the people around wanted to dine in good places. Thanks for the concern showed by some. Still okay lo =) Alright, I admit I did miss some people.. wonder how are they.. I won't mention names here lar. The rest... haha I shall not say much lar.. hur.. Take care folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-687620444566058371?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/687620444566058371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=687620444566058371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/687620444566058371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/687620444566058371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay_25.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SDmAp7aolBI/AAAAAAAAAII/EvnVVChQodI/s72-c/mischavious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4878662500681573083</id><published>2008-05-23T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:09:00.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oKay.. i noe i haven' been blogging lately.. yup there's lots to blog about but just gonna turn in soon yea.. just a quick post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what __ said in the morning is quite... discouraging and yes i lost the courage that i may do well. Felt really disappointed inwardly yet can't express it out.. like the weather; in life there's sun and rain. I did encountered both good/bad days during the past weeks. I did managed to share bits of my good ones with my friend. What comfort my heart most is that, when it's the raining season... when the small rain turned into huge drop of water.. there's someone by my side to help carry the burdens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lastly.. congratz [xxx] =) and also the RT/RG class of '08 lar i know waited this day somewhat long.. finally u're offically grad! Now all the time and energy is in your hands.. let's 'jiayou' for life *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4878662500681573083?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4878662500681573083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4878662500681573083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4878662500681573083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4878662500681573083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1181176790223267490</id><published>2008-05-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:18:54.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.I.R.E.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;breaking down somewhat soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;can't really take it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;No more what-IFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;dun wanna try.. perhaps not now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;a shoulder please.. for a good rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i know i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;just a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T..I..R..E..D..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i've failed to grap tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;failed to get in to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;weary? lone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Red signal... i kne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;nearly breaking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;but weak heart wana make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;it breaks my heart if ever unable to gain back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;overly tired to win it one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1181176790223267490?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1181176790223267490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1181176790223267490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1181176790223267490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1181176790223267490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/05/t.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1254413326869158454</id><published>2008-04-15T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:11:59.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAFCHw70FkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/A_xjSyMbmHk/s1600-h/little+gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188500946869818946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAFCHw70FkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/A_xjSyMbmHk/s200/little+gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They says everyone have an angel and devil inside of them. Some says some may find sides emerging which come as a suprise. Convoluted, complex personalities? Puzzle. It's been a while and finally I am breaking it, quite charge up, letting go what's dear to me and ready to move on. Been running around and it's time to get the old me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pardon me for the change. It's alright that my years of labors had gone to the drain. Even in near future there's no one to share my fruits, it's alright. Another stage of life is about to begin, soon will be entering into a new environment. Fearful... lost... am getting use to it. Revamp of surroundings, relationships, my very life and the lives of others. Focus is what I wish and need. Not sure is transition the right word to be use. But I do need some time for the adjustment and to deal with stuffs and relationships somewhat later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bid farewell to ____ and welcome new ground. Thanks [__] understanding the going through, the assurance to watch over and lead me on should I need guidance. Stronger than before, yea I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My King:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what could I say; it's no longer the hands but my heart that holds on to you. I'm convinced that nothing can separate us, what come may. We fought battles and had overcome hurdles all these while. Give me more grace, I would be back soon. Take my hands and lead me. I will fight the battles together with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;一口地拒绝伤害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;一步踏着腐败&lt;br /&gt;战用我优雅 固执 倔强的方式&lt;br /&gt;独自一人孤军奋战&lt;br /&gt;做我的故事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1254413326869158454?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1254413326869158454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1254413326869158454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1254413326869158454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1254413326869158454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-says-everyone-have-angel-and-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAFCHw70FkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/A_xjSyMbmHk/s72-c/little+gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-5935399797631314563</id><published>2008-04-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:02:50.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Someone said I was "too much" regards to my previous post. I wondered in what way I was overboard. Felt that isn't the right word to be said to me. Accepting the person to continue wrong-doing isn't of any help at all. -sigh- shaking the dust off my feet, Yeah I am going to wash my hands off the affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAE_Gw70FjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Co1u6P0hM8A/s1600-h/mischavious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188497631155066418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAE_Gw70FjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Co1u6P0hM8A/s200/mischavious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had little change of blog skin and tagboard. Nice? Went to meet up some friends and collected some stuff. Gosh we had offically received the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;red &lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That isn't a bad thing but after knowing who would be seating with us during the dinner, we went "ewww" at the same time (so bad and mean yea) I guess I am more excited towards my old pal's up coming ROM than this. Anyway they joined some game and won themselves the top prize cash travel voucher. Woo free travel for ROM honeymoon! Had a small chat and Mr. Yang was talking about ACCA when I told [ling] about UOL. SOmehow later, RMIT came to the topic. Anyway it's still quite a long while to talk about it now... ACCA? UOL?? RMIT...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heard granny been losing appetite. Suddenly the thought of her came. Still remember when I was P1 and didn't have any penny with me. She stood outside the fence and got me a snack during tea break. When I went to secondary, she climbed the hill to my school just to pass me my wallet. It was tedious to travel such a distance at her age. I didn't ask for it but she did it in fear that I might need the money. Physically couldn't be there 24/7, I wonder what could I do for her, yea just for her. Time is slipping every second... Take care granny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-5935399797631314563?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/5935399797631314563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=5935399797631314563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5935399797631314563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/5935399797631314563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-said-i-was-too-much-regards-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/SAE_Gw70FjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Co1u6P0hM8A/s72-c/mischavious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3880006253148093632</id><published>2008-04-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:49:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_0ascmFKII/AAAAAAAAAHo/3cRB5VQu9Yk/s1600-h/my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187331696693160066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_0ascmFKII/AAAAAAAAAHo/3cRB5VQu9Yk/s320/my+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you know me well enough you would know I am a person who dislikes confrontation (as in I having to confront others) Today I just did that and questioned someone's life "doctrine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I really wonder why would people greed over what's not theirs? I mean, what's yours will be yours and by taking what's not yours, you would have to return back eventually, sometimes doubled of what you had taken. I remembered a Chinese proverbs that seems to go like this "&lt;em&gt;taking without asking is the same as stealing&lt;/em&gt;" Even if the stuff are meant for you but without anyone telling you it's yours and took it is similar to stealing - a crime. There I was, not feeling angry but wanting to bring some disciplinary (right mentality) Oh well I failed terribly and oh boy did this person "hated" me; I would see it in the eyes. Honestly I am not bothered by it. It doesn't matter to me, anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Used to get angry and upset to the point where I was so angry that I utter not a word. Now is pure disappointment, I would never understand why some people lives' is all about getting instead of giving. No I don't mean just materialism. It can be anything. A friend once said this "I am sorry that I'm not there when you needed one" and my reply to her "then be there the next time when others need you" Sometimes we wants our friends to be there when we are down or needed help. But when they are in trouble, you are no where to be found. Sound familiar yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I remembered I wrote something when I was 13 in one of my school diary. It has got to do with getting and giving. It goes like this "everyone loves gifts... but if everyone have the mentality to just receive, how then, would one receive without anyone start giving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love is about giving. Selfishness is about taking. Today you may have taken something from someone but eventually you would lose much more valuable things in life which money nor anything can buys, such as, Relationship and Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"love is found in the things given up rather than in the things that we have kept"  ~Rich Mullins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-3880006253148093632?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3880006253148093632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3880006253148093632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3880006253148093632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3880006253148093632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-know-me-well-enough-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_0ascmFKII/AAAAAAAAAHo/3cRB5VQu9Yk/s72-c/my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6882543371805194490</id><published>2008-04-04T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T03:34:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_faGP07czI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFw1XSGjV98/s1600-h/holding+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853296803017522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_faGP07czI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFw1XSGjV98/s320/holding+on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_fZ5v07cyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nrF4sFtnY5o/s1600-h/holding+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are welcome more than welcome&lt;br /&gt;To abide in this temple&lt;br /&gt;To reside in this place&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome more than welcome&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit come and fill this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are gathering together&lt;br /&gt;To worship at Your Throne&lt;br /&gt;To exalt the Name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To worship Him alone&lt;br /&gt;He is worthy of our praises&lt;br /&gt;So we lift our voices high&lt;br /&gt;Spirit come Fill this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Someone once said this to me "&lt;em&gt;wow you are pretty hard working to go church every weekends&lt;/em&gt;" Is that a compliment or the other way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Months ago I was pondering about the 'cost' we all have paid for being a follower. Have you ever counted yours? I still remembered the day I lost a closed friendship simply because I decided to reveal what I believe in. Sadden, sure of course but I did not regret at the decision I had made. Some asked me why do I still want or cling on to it since there are thousand and million issues with it. Hey... I don't know too. It's hard to explain I guess. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes is unexplainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The good ones and the bad ones, small or big, I have learnt from this verse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"give thanks in all circumstances"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; No matter how bad or tough your circumstances maybe, surely there's a reason to give thanks for. Everyone learns from mistakes. Today's stumbling block can be your tomorrow stepping stones. All the circumstances and trials are meant to make us stronger, I reckon. And when we had overcome it, we could help those who are experiencing what we faced before. It takes a strong man to rejoice in the mist of storm. Could you imagine a life without much testing? Blend colorless nothing to learn at all... Remember, the beauty of life isn't in the success you owned but at your failure - how you overcame it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wrote this not just to remind myself when going through tough times but also because... the thoughts of some member whom I have been wondering how they are doing all these while. Burden, maybe I am. I may not have spoken much but this heart remains the same. The least I could do is to pray... What I know is this, a deep assurance from above, man may fail or even leaves you but Christ won't. He is always there, not to condemn but lift you up. He's always right beside us (omnipresence) 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In Christ in the vessels we can smile at the storm"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am still counting the 'cost'. I guess I would never know how to count it. No matter what had happened, He is worthy to be praise at all times and His love for me will never depreciate no matter how many wrong-doing I did. If there's a downpour, let me dance gracefully under the rain. If ever the sky drops from above, let it be my blanket at night to help me sleep tight. Rainbow only comes after heavy downpour. Out of dusk, a rainbow we will see... This, is the kind of person I am meant to be always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6882543371805194490?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6882543371805194490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6882543371805194490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6882543371805194490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6882543371805194490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-welcome-more-than-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R_faGP07czI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xFw1XSGjV98/s72-c/holding+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6389069291156306291</id><published>2008-03-17T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:01:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met [k] for a drink (mac small coke. it's a treat!) Soon after, [snowman] came to join us. Was chatting bit about [k]'s Thailand trip before [snowman] came. Talked a bit here and there (they) and [k] started to complain that I talked less than 10 short sentences&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;%&amp;amp;$%&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only. Guess [snowman] she was quite pissed. I only asked for a drink only wor.. I did talk a bit mah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsktsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Then out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;someone text me saying she's getting married &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt; [snowman] said after svc she saw me walking up and down.. ha. soon she left for home since it's was a long day for us and both [k] and I left mac shortly too. Yea that small coke.. after an hour, there's 3/4 left still! [how to consume when I didn't eat anything the whole day, too gas-y lar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guess it was written all over my face.. don't know what to say and how to laugh.. In the end, the silly me broke down in tears &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*embarrassed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tired indeed. Yep let it be the last one =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had a light-hearted talk with [xx]. Lots of changes taking place. It's been tough, especially when the basic needs are not met. Comparing the 'old' and the 'now'... what a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; changed! Never really notice until someone said so.. Anyway it was a good talk (apart frm getting my ear pulled) Realised more things and working towards for the things to come. Life is just about to &lt;em&gt;begin&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;chocolate mixed with coffee.. I don't know how BUT I will strives to be a better one =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So much to learn unlearn and relearn. Not only that, also to let go things that I can't keep and embrace what's there for me now. WOW sound deep yea 0.0 LIFE.. Huge deep word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes.... Being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nagged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is a sigh of blessing too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&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/17305489-6389069291156306291?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6389069291156306291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6389069291156306291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6389069291156306291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6389069291156306291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-thank-god-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6002950280375288606</id><published>2008-02-29T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:50:57.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrrrr.... Grrr.... testing one.. two.. three...&lt;/em&gt; alright, it's officially that I have lost my voice for the moment.. I wondered&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;post CNY syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" but then again, I lost weight&lt;/span&gt;, remembered? I didn't touch much of the yummy foods.. Oh well, I am down with fever, flu and bad throat inflection since weekend. It happened suddenly, caught me surprisingly! Floating in the air.. this is what I have been feeling the past few days. What a time to fall ill =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;February is coming to an end and tomorrow is the leap "day"~ Woo pretty happy that this month is over and new Month is approaching. It has been really quiet recently. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"ello anyone out there?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;If you happened to bum unto me on the street and I gave you that 'oh hi..bye" kind of tone, sorry. It's all because I am feeling tired and can't talk at all! All the ups and downs, finally it's over. . thank God He's been with me all these while, especially when the lonely days kicked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm did I mention I don't really like MSN/Email etc before? Alright, Emails is okay but not so MSN. Don't really like the idea of having to multi-tasking while talking to people (especially when some can't multi-task that well) Nowadays my MSN is quiet like a mouse, so that's the reason why I hardly go online anymore. It doesn't serve it's purpose (to me) like it used to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6002950280375288606?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6002950280375288606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6002950280375288606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6002950280375288606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6002950280375288606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/02/arrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2759861676824099518</id><published>2008-02-12T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:32:03.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey I'm still here okay! Not gone but alive still =) Well most people been asking me how's my CNY.. hmm one word '&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;' lor. Can't be I say 'bad' right? &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tsk tsk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Overall it was okay, did had some fun and laughters, thanks to yours sincerely who tried to lighten up the atmosphere much more by being funny. Suppose to gain weight but I lost! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*humph* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe the cookies aren't tempating enough. &lt;/span&gt;Went Far East and my goodness~ so many peeps! like some zoo never lock its' doors, all came out to do last min shopping!! Busy like a maid made in S'pore... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;washing&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Really &lt;em&gt;'wrap &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; - wrap &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bao san bao hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) phew~ so glad the long holiday is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a happy gal =) keke I am I am yea I am! yep yep blessed and I will always be &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh recently for a moment I got&lt;em&gt; 'scared'&lt;/em&gt;, all because people suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out of no where? Like [WL]! Walked past but each just gave that &lt;strong&gt;"OH!"&lt;/strong&gt; look and continued walking. LOL! And yesh, at erm... traffic light?? didn't notice anything till felt strange. Turned around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saw [fq] stood there! Guess both were shocked to see each other. What a small small world. Haha seems like quite &lt;em&gt;"Affiliated"&lt;/em&gt; with ____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*hee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; funnie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sweet suprise~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope you guys had a fun-filled cny =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2759861676824099518?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2759861676824099518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2759861676824099518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2759861676824099518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2759861676824099518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-im-still-here-okay-not-gone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-877973619040478911</id><published>2008-01-22T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:40:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey I'm back to clear the webs before more germs come in! &lt;em&gt;eekz~  OkaY &lt;/em&gt;I know I haven't been blogging for nearly a month now. I shall roughly wrap up my January here then =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad this month started pretty well for me. Blessed and more blessings to come. Just have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;GrOw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gRoW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eh not milk power k) Spent time with family.. buying super early breakfast for them.. talked and shop with them.. yep a little tired at times but it's so good to be a blessing. Well well not that there aren't any bad news this month, there is! But I know this, when I couldn't change the situation, I have to change my attitude towards it =)  Managed to hang around with friends also and talked about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. haa! Seem like people around my generations are talking about this 'topic', what an interesting thing to talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;! heh I am keeping my mouth =x and finger cross.. and pray yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm, Just want to say a big &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to those who sent sms-es to me over the weekends. Shan't mention names here.. I hope you know who you are.. leaders members &amp;amp; friends. Thank you so much! And yesh! Thanks for burger treat!! Thank you-thank you. The thoughts and thankfullness is sure bigger and full-er then the meal itself! Also, the gathering at town. Thanks for taking out time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Above all, I am happy that I can spent it in church, been always my wish to do that. haha the most &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nice-est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sweet-est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing to do, at least to me, spenting it away with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Person on earth.  Most importantly, Thank You Daddy God! I mean you have given me the best-est gift yet for me this year. All the late-nights staying up is indeed worth more than anything else. Thank YOU &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muack*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/17305489-877973619040478911?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/877973619040478911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=877973619040478911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/877973619040478911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/877973619040478911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-im-back-to-clear-webs-before-more.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6382796179334243441</id><published>2007-12-24T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:39:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R3nrD6hXlVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_6rZ4wkW6Ig/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150406101356221778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R3nrD6hXlVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_6rZ4wkW6Ig/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are so many things happening in such a fast speed that I almost couldn't have a bit of breathe! well bad thing does happen to good people. Sometime it set my heart to think, what's one's core value.. Some say love cost nothing, but I beg a diff.. I was pondering about this word "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".. with many questions in mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;why should I .... when my friend betrayed me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why should I .... when my spouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;treated me badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;should I .... when my parents beats me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why should I .... when my sibling bullied me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why should I .... when no one appreciates?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These were questions that people may often asked themselves when tough times hits. I have seen some just walked out because of bad environment. Love can be very vulnerable at times. People left 'cause they have been hurt, afraid of being hurt again. Just as I was wondering is it that hard, almost impossible to love again.. I remembered a man who went through a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he was ... mistaken by many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he was ... not welcomed by people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he was ... betrayed by his beloved disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he was ... blamed on a crime he never commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he was ... crucified because of others' jealously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surely his agony is much more painful than mine. Yet despite of all the agony, he utter not a word but choose to continue to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No agenda or even a second of anger to those who ill-treated him. WOW! What a great man with a great attitude. That's what unconditional love is all about, isn't it? No matter what happened, you would still choose love and stand by that person no matter what come may. If he as a man gone through the lowest of life still able to love people, I believe I can do it too. No matter what had or is happening, I know because of this man, I am able and will still be the ever caring, loving smiling gal =)&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/17305489-6382796179334243441?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6382796179334243441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6382796179334243441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6382796179334243441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6382796179334243441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-are-so-many-things-happening-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R3nrD6hXlVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_6rZ4wkW6Ig/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-1111926399890415323</id><published>2007-11-27T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:15:28.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R0rnkNiKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/903EYSGpkW0/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137172934263718850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R0rnkNiKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/903EYSGpkW0/s320/phone.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Roarrr!! I missed my slim X280.. I mean Im never a fan of Samsung phones but that's the one and only phone I actually quite like.. It's been away for quite sometimes and well.. it's gone for good =( All my pictures and contacts in it are gone.. someone wana borrow so I passed it to someone in a good condition and today I found out that it's parts had became faulty to the extend of can't be repair.. and yea.. that someone left it at the repair center and kept me in the dark for a few weeks =\ Booom... dead cats have dead body to be found yet I don't even get to see X280 dead body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;bleah.. one phone gone.. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;X280.. the one at the extreme left, flat screen.. I miss it.. most of all, the lost of a momorial picture took at SIS this year August.. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the past 4-5 days been a *bleah* weather for me.. eeyer I don't like the feel of being caught in between things, meaning, you want to get something done yet can't bring your heart to. yacky! gotta learn to be more harden now.. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thankful, just when someone decided to get cranky on me, there's one I can call to 'complain'. haha. Thanks for opening 'doors' I doubt I want to distrub anyone, it aren't nice.. Well if only I am as 'strong hearted' as you, maybe I will do what I should. Yea One fine day I will!! (if it really go way beyond hands) Thanks [vic]!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a.k. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oH! It was a sweet suprised yesterday - something I never expected. gone the old road we once walked, the playground we used to go (i miss that road) but hey hey~ happy to know the distance is shorter now and yes! sharing the same estate park! (though it's going to be a wk or so only) Thanks for the walk in the park.. the time spent. Appreciate it lots! It's exciting to know you owns a house of your own and yes, I truly believe with you that, you will own a car next yr and a condo soon too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(goodness sake, yea 6 mnths younger than u but need not tell me soon I will be at your curren age &gt;.&lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Despite facing some cranky-ness frm someone which really turns my appetite off, I declare I am a happy gal tonight :) wee~ so happy to know my best friend is soon going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R.O.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next year!! Woohooo! I am so thrill and joyous for them. Wanna know y? Hoho, cause I was the one kinda match-made them together! No, I dont unhow match-make.. lala~ Yup the one and only match-made I created and it's going so well. WOW 8 years of courtship.. back then.. we were just school gals and boys.. And the best is that Mr Hz wanna hold the ROM at the place they met - which is my ex-sch!! so sweet right? hee can't wait for that day to come.. to witness the vows.. their child, be the nanny.. opps i think too far le haa.. (oh.. im told to keep it to myself gosh =x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-1111926399890415323?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/1111926399890415323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=1111926399890415323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1111926399890415323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/1111926399890415323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/11/roarrr-i-missed-my-slim-x280.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/R0rnkNiKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/903EYSGpkW0/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4361527979604153132</id><published>2007-11-20T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:28:01.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tA@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taa&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;woo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day! *hot Milo tasted much better under such weather!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;updates! eh did I ever mention those peeps I see daily are a bunch of funny wacky yet serious people?? Ha! Indeed I have yet met anyone like them!! First few days ms Bossy wasn't around, so her co-worker came and threw me 3 &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BIG THICK&lt;/span&gt; files and expect me to memorise the operations 0.o anyway this man is weird cause' he told me on my 1st day that everyone there are all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;siao siao&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person (oh &lt;em&gt;siao &lt;/em&gt;= crazy people), save it for the Director who aren't that crazy like they do. He's like superman - here at a minute yet gone at next second. Super duper on time to tell me 'hey it's time to knock off!'&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;People here are nice and super friendly. I kind of shift to the other side to work since my table is directly under the cold-condition. Hee I love that place, isolated and I can occasionally swing my chair from one corner to the other side when I am tired (cause everyone is at the other side!) Hmm there's this day when the air-condition aren't functioning well. Some came over trying to fixes it for me while I did my work. Soon, leaving the work undone everyone came in, including the Director, with one purpose, that's is to make sure I have air-con!! WOO right there I felt so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a little overwhelm. I stood there wondering 'eh.. what should I do?' And they sure knows how to enjoy while working. They have &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;break like after lunch hour? Because of their tasty pancake, I gain weight! Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; huh? So nice of them. Super sharing people, not in terms of food only but work also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep they are indeed very nice, even the cleaning auntie is nice too! I got so caught up by work that I missed lunch hour and she knew. She offered to buy food for me but I declined it nicely, don't want her to run about.. she actually went over to the other side and made me a hot Milo with two biscuits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sweet&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean the person la, not Milo! Just what I needed! (milo i mean) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;indeed what kind of boss produce what kind of workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I must admit, confession is good for the soul but not necessary at some places. Especially the place called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;Just when my ms bossy aren't around, ms [v] and I decided to do something really crazy. ms [v] went to my bossy's boss the Director's office and told her what we discuss.. some got decline.. I then told her something bad.. really bad truth.. while I walked out.. mumbering I said it's been a long time I last visit Suntec.. can I leave early? (of cos I kne cannot la.. just ended lunch.. ) After that I left to do my work. She came and said "just tell me what time you want to go yea" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I got shocked!! Haaa ms [v] and I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;0.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyway I didn't leave early, went on to do my work. Super nice Bossy's boss right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***ps: dont try this at anywhere.. unless you want to know how fry sotong taste like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4361527979604153132?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4361527979604153132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4361527979604153132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4361527979604153132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4361527979604153132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/11/dee-taaa-dii-ta-taa.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6419458474072540804</id><published>2007-11-13T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:23:31.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALUABLE or VULNERABLE??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just what should a person do if ever he had such encounter when it got to do with value? hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Calvin and Kelvin &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; good friends. They talked, laught, joked almost anything and everything under the sun. In their heart, they knew each other and they were closed friends. They value each other highly. Years later, due to some bad experiences they faced, the friendship drafted far apart. Though they hardly talk but somehow they wished things could turn around good for them again. Few months passed and they met at a local pub with some other friends too. Kelvin made a statement that some how makes Calvin bit puzzled. Kelvin said this to one of the friend, "...you are the closest to me now... yea.. almost the closest to me right now" Calvin felt a little disappointed then, knowing someone had 'replaced' him but blame no one but himself to allow 'void' to come into the friendship. Morever, they hardly spend quality time now.. some how Calvin learnt a lesson, people's value changes faster than weather.. how then, should Calvin do to 'gain' back his friend again or is it too late?? by spenting more time with someone indeed will strengthen bonds huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;BUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;seng has always been the 'apple' in chan's eyes for many years. One day, seng decided to leave chan for some unknown reason. jia knew about the reason but because of her love for chan, jia kept it to herself and endlessly showering love towards chan. Some how, chan don't really appreciate it as in chan's heart, there's only seng in it. For many years, jia kept sowing but did not reap a good harvest at all. All this while, jia was the one who stayed by chan's side. Sometimes jia wonder " should I continue to 'win' favor from chan, knowing that chan will only favour seng? all the sowing, is it worthwhile? No matter what I do, chan's heart will always be at seng's side no matter what seng did, isn't it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;replaced and irreplacabled.. time.. don't seem to be the solution for situation B but is part of the cause for situation A. Somehow by spenting time with someone.. yes, it does help to build bonds yet not really happening in situation B yea? so complicated!! =\ well one may not know all the solution but surely if one is willing to lower themself in situation x, talk and most importantly, hand it up to His hands, I believe thing will work out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6419458474072540804?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6419458474072540804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6419458474072540804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6419458474072540804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6419458474072540804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/11/valuable-or-vulnerable-just-what-should.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-2577987063040444797</id><published>2007-10-08T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:16:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/RxFXAw8a9NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MfJVBxJ7NiE/s1600-h/best+fren.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120969921946907858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/RxFXAw8a9NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MfJVBxJ7NiE/s320/best+fren.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;eh been 'learning' discovering new things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; maybe I should say re-learnt what was taught before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;one thing that may sadden people is this, often heard it from drama show "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here right before your eyes yet you can't see me" or even this "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; seem to know this person who's standing in-front of me, though we knew each other for years - familiar stranger" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I went through it before. Because there's lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;, the whole relationship breaks down. You won't know what happened or feel the concern of the other party, perhaps only when mishap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; but won't it be too late? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; is my neighbour. Hardly talk much, the next moment, he's wheel-bounded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; i think in any relationship, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; etc or even parenthood, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; is extremely important. Whether you will have a hot crispy relationship like apple pie or cool cold one like dry ices that can bites to your skin lies in that key. Those relationships that we hold on to, isn't it all about creating moments? Moments need closeness and proximity to begin with. Thank God for things like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;, emails - they are good tools to enhance the process (especially when one is oversea), yet they can't be the main dish; they can only be complement along the main one. the main dish is one-on-one meet ups (even meeting up in small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grp&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; foodie for thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yeahz&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-2577987063040444797?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/2577987063040444797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=2577987063040444797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2577987063040444797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/2577987063040444797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/10/eh-been-learning-discovering-new-things.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/RxFXAw8a9NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MfJVBxJ7NiE/s72-c/best+fren.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-868673291554915273</id><published>2007-09-13T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:16:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;was talking &amp;amp; asking God something.. needed not words alone but something that's real... HE bought me back to a real experienced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was X-country day. Being a friend of top school runner, this time I decided not to just complete the race (everyone got to do it) but be one of the top runners in my House too. Not just to bring the House which i presented proud but to glorify Him. I had a goal. "Bang" the gun sounded, I ran with a reminder that I can't use all my energy. The journey is long &amp;amp; I just started the race. At about 3/4 of the race, I started to feel restless, hard to breathe.. simply no more strength to go on anymore. But a voice kept speaking to me, &lt;em&gt;"don't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;u want to glorify Him? just 1 more step.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 step @ a time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;keep on keeping on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt; So with that, I kept on pursuing my dream. "&lt;em&gt;1 more step&lt;/em&gt;" I kept telling myself. Every step seem heavy BUT I kept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself on. Last 300m... steps getting slower &amp;amp; slower. Here came my teacher saying this to me, &lt;em&gt;"c'mon.. it's finishing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;c'mon, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU CAN DO IT&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; Hearing that, I ran with all my might to the finishing line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unlike sport day where everyone knows who's the top 3. I do not know my position till the ceremony began but this I told myself, I had tried my very best. 11th my position in the House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"a step @ a time" HE said. How true, a man plans but it's the LORD who direct his steps. 1 step to another 1 step &amp;amp; to another step, it led to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; with that, it helped me to the finishing line. when I almost give ways when reaching, here someone who had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;always believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in me for 3yrs came (since sec I) It's important to have someone who's not only encourage u but &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truly believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in u, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your great potential &amp;amp; abilities to achieve greatness. That's not all. My teacher even &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with me the last 300m &amp;amp; cheered me till I finished! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;when man says &lt;em&gt;"no, she can't.. the rest can but her.. emm.." &lt;/em&gt;HE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;waver His faith in me, still believe &amp;amp; sees the best in me. A step at a time. Be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forcus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bit by bit, step by step, I'll get there! When no ones seem to cheer u on, freak not. HE is and will always be yours and my bestie cheer-leader!! That's not all, HE will even run with u till the very end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-868673291554915273?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/868673291554915273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=868673291554915273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/868673291554915273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/868673291554915273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-talking-asking-god-something.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-3931316591497426813</id><published>2007-09-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:17:08.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;wee~ an-gel is a happy gal *yippie* okies here I am to share my wordy long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tiring- yet smiling weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;firstly, am got a pleasant surprised on sat. was online-ing and am got asked am I graduating from CCF. For once, I thought "&lt;em&gt;what's that huh&lt;/em&gt;" Later realised am graduating. Didn't really pay much attention to that news because am not inform anything at all (till am got asked), and I thought that might be a &lt;em&gt;bluff!&lt;/em&gt; or that am might not be the one. anyway I did! Long waited one.. well I always thot that I've yet completed. lol~ of cos can't compare to SOT grad la but still, I GrAD le *hur hur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday went to Changi AirPork and celebrated member's 21st birthday. Quite interesting though. Imaging eating home-cooked curry chick while seeing planes flying. Anyway birthday boy kinda got &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt; by his lovely cellmates. I laughed big time at the b'day boy after his last station - a special drink served by yours sincerely (eh I did pray he won't get FP la) anyway he was touched by what we did for him. It was so nice of him to zoom in and affirmed everyone. A very nice brother, no wonder he is so well-liked by us! Well when he was sharing, I almost passed him toilet roll 'cause there's tears in his eyes!! (I stood beside him mah, so I kne lo) Happy Birthday JW!! ( praying in tongue* $%^&amp;amp;%! he wont kill me after seeing this post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;was looking for gifts Went around and saw something that I really desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;to have. Was hesitating whether to buy or not? Should I keep it for myself instead? Anyway decided to buy it (2nd time buying things that I love to behold but gave to my fren instead) praying that they will be blessed (believing tat one day I'll reaP what I sOw hee) Well I want to thank God for guiding me to get that gift for my frens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'cos one of them been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; eyeing it &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gave it away~ glad to have the chance to bless and be blessed in return by the sms I received. Was grinning ear to ear to know my frenship, my love have blessed and touched someone's life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh just another blessing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;upon reaching home on SAT, I got a shocked. There's a wide &amp;amp; slim TV in my room!! Wooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo~ if only there's world cup now.. that I have SCV.. hmm, guess what?! Next year there's Olympic!~!~! *grin*&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/17305489-3931316591497426813?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/3931316591497426813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=3931316591497426813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3931316591497426813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/3931316591497426813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/09/wee-gel-is-happy-gal-yippie-okies-here.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-4664296903889949344</id><published>2007-08-26T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:17:48.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dartblog.com/data/images/coke_can.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" height="285" alt="" src="http://www.dartblog.com/data/images/coke_can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last wk after purchasing my stuff, head towards a near-by hawker center for dinner. Ordered a coke (eh not a fan of it) while waiting having my meal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;there I was consuming my drink and here came an old lady. nothing unusual, an old weak with many white hairs granny. She came to me asking for my coke can. As there's still 3/4 of water, I gentle said to her there's still water. So I happily head back to eat my meal. After a while I realised that old granny stood behind me! (k i felt weird &amp;amp; uncomfortable at that moment) once again, I told her politely that I have yet finish the drink and will pass her my can when I'm done (i wanted to empty the can but my cup is filled) She nodded and left with a very disappointed look on her face. Cut the story short, she walked one round and came back to me and I passed her the can. She said 'thanks' and I smiled =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I saw her walked out, something touched me deeply. Just a can - to many is nothing yet it's her livelihood. Others who also collect cans may say "&lt;em&gt;aiya just one lesser, it's okay" &lt;/em&gt;but not to her. She waited and waited just for my can before she head home. Quietly patiently waited behind me, even walked one round with hope to get the can. To me, she display more than just waiting, it's true humility.. faith, meekness, perseverance. What seem nothing to us means something to her, she sees the value in it, thus waited till she got it. I could see the joy in her eyes when I passed her the can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;makes me ponder. could I see the value what others regards as 'useless'? would I be like them saying '&lt;em&gt;ah its okay to miss once.. oh~ no big deal whether we do it or get it anot" &lt;/em&gt;or would I have an attitude that say "&lt;em&gt;no, I'll never stop trying till my last breathe"?&lt;/em&gt; It's one thing to know its value and be still 'bout it and the other thing to pursuit it b'cos of its value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;thank you lord. yes i know the value of the things that's in your hand. I'll perserve b'cos I know how much it worth =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-4664296903889949344?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/4664296903889949344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=4664296903889949344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4664296903889949344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/4664296903889949344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-wk-after-purchasing-my-stuff-head.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-6004590527715060738</id><published>2007-08-25T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:18:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/Rs8ix6R5X9I/AAAAAAAAADY/X8hxeHbbgEg/s1600-h/emo+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102335143687315410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" height="326" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/Rs8ix6R5X9I/AAAAAAAAADY/X8hxeHbbgEg/s320/emo+beach.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's amazing how I can keep mute for so long, after all.. it mean much to me.. so much.. so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love my frends, they are so precious to me but I'm not an artist, aren't able to make it flowery. I'm not those kind who will buy flowers to tease or use it to show the length of my affection. Don't really know how to sweet-talk, don't really know how to love much. One thing I know. When I know they need my help, I'll be there. I'll buy panado for them when they aren't well, gladly share my all when they're in need. Walk behind them when they're alone at the beach... only for my close friends. whether they appreciate a not, doesn't really matters. Reason unknown. naturally I will do it. They're very much like my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They're the one whom I share my ups &amp;amp; downs, get to see the kidish side of me, my joy, tears, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Believe in sincerity &amp;amp; i'm one to my frens always. truth &amp;amp; trust is very impt to me cos I trust my frens &amp;amp; wish my fren will do likewise too. my primary foundation of relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;reason y I post this is b'cos I've lost something dearly. I'm upset 'cos I have no clue how to turn thing around back to original place, don't wanna lose it just like that.. to the Master's hands, wont wanna touch on it anymore. u know who u r.. i wan to say I really duno how to gain things back, how to restart the whole thing. i kne i've lost the things that's in your hands. am apologise for it.. i am who i am, from beginning till now, in-front of u &amp;amp; behind u.. believe or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;on a brighter note, i'm glad there's one who will be with me through out all seasons. loving and so willingly accepting me for who I really am. My God is always walking beside me and yes, till the very end =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-6004590527715060738?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/6004590527715060738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=6004590527715060738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6004590527715060738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/6004590527715060738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-amazing-how-i-can-keep-mute-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fWqmajz4-s/Rs8ix6R5X9I/AAAAAAAAADY/X8hxeHbbgEg/s72-c/emo+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305489.post-113336949744880146</id><published>2007-01-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:25:13.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balancing - Putting First Thing First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I last blog. Was pretty busy to come and update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been returning home pretty late recently. I feel that I am so busy with the activities around me that I don't really spend much time communciating with my family. To make things worse was I came back home late. Feel rather quite bad and guilty about it that sometimes I made them stay up late at night and worried whenever I returned home late. I really didn't mean to let them worried about me. I guess I really need to set aside some of my agenda so that I won't neglect them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the word 'neglect' - I guess no one want to be neglected in one way or another. And I realized that all this while, I have 'neglected' some people around me, especially those that I love and those that loves and cares for me too. I hardly call and ask how are they, what have they been doing etc. Even though I remembered for example when would be their exams and had the thoughts of texting them my regards, asking them how's their preparation but it's just merely thoughts and not actions. Felt rather bad that all along I didn't really pay much attention to those people that's been talking to me. Now I learnt that I must talk to them not only about matters that need to be attend to, about work but also to let them know I am interested in their lives - about their coming and going (just like how Jesus interested in my entire life), sharing my everything (songs, games, jokes) with those people whom I cherish. It's all boils down to my heart. If I truly love them, I would give them what they want and not what I want them to have. Words are cheap. So I must learn to be a gal that is more towards action and less of words. Indeed, I need to let them know how much I appreciate them, not only by words alone but by actions too. Letting them know their presence makes a difference in my life and that I really love them lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 weeks since school has started. And guess what? This semster is soon coming to an end too (in march). Well, have been diving and trying to digest as much as I could during lectures, tutorials and during my break too. In-course assignments and exams are around the corner, so is presentation. Am ask to present a topic that have yet taught. Have yet really do the research and pre read up that topic. Oh yea, I got back my results for last semster. Thank God I cleared my papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semster mark another brand new journay for me. New classmates, new lecturers, new module to take, new leaders, new members, new church location... brand new level of walk with the LORD... some say changes are good, some disagree. whatever it is, I am going to leave it to Him and trust God in a greater measure of faith that everywhere I go, whatever I do, things would prosper and produce good and right results at the right moment of time. Am going to work hard, study real hard and pray hard too. The year is coming to an end soon. It's good to start well in the beginning. Every runner runs their best when the race began but how many would make it to the top and finish the race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this year right - that I am in a much closer relationship with the LORD and have a clearer picture of His Characters. I know Making God my Primary Pursuit and Abundance Will Surely Follow. "But seek first the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you" (Matthew 6:33 NKJV). No matter what level of excellence I have reached at this moment, there is always another level, a higher road. I can always improve and become better; no one have arrived. That is why excellence, which is nothing more than the continual pursuit of improvement, must always be at the forefront of my mind. I must live with the thought pattern of always getting better, always multiplying, always becoming more effective. The proof of desire is pursuit. Excellence is a reality to live in every moment of every day. It isn't something we camp-out at for a while, it is something I must continually seek after and pursue. Whatever I lack in life can be traced back to this one thing: I am unwilling to pay the price to achieve it. I will never obtain what I am unwilling to invest my time and energy into. If I truly desire something, I will pursue it. If I don't go after it, it is safe to say I really don't want it. I will never forget, heaven will always reward my pursuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my pursuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Thing I have desired of the LORD, that I will Seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD. All the days of life, to behold the inquire in His temple. For in the time of trouble. He shall hides me in His tabernacle. He shall hides me; He shall set me high upon a rock..." Psalm 27:4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a balance life - God, family, church, work, school and ministry. I need to set my forcus right - putting the first thing first. Learning to let God be the center of my life in everything I do. So many things to do, so little time... Stress? Jesus is my Prince of Peace! Holy Spirit is my comforter!! I am not going to complain nor scream at the things around me. Complaining means the level of capacity is not high enough to handle those things around that's why people complained. So now I am going to increase my level of capacity! What I want now is simply to be and stay in God's presence. Suddenly this song rings in my heart. Every word means so much and it really kind of speak out what my heart wanna say and I really wanna sing out loud to my beloved Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i have turn my face from Thee&lt;br /&gt;yet You sought me and You cleasen me&lt;br /&gt;make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my Savior My Beloved and Friend&lt;br /&gt;Your praises I bring from my heart I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Shepherd of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've brought me to your charmber my Master and King&lt;br /&gt;You light up my darkness and you gave me your word&lt;br /&gt;That you never forsake me nor no ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw me Oh draw me away Messiah Today&lt;br /&gt;To Your presence to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus now change me and mould me&lt;br /&gt;That I can be ever more true to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart beat, my heart deepest cry to be more truthful, sincere, obedience, sensitive, thoughtful towards my Lord Jesus Christ... and the people around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17305489-113336949744880146?l=humblegel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/feeds/113336949744880146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17305489&amp;postID=113336949744880146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/113336949744880146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17305489/posts/default/113336949744880146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblegel.blogspot.com/2005/11/balancing-putting-first-thing-first.html' title=''/><author><name>xUan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181503457323136022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
