<?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-26039762</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:18:49.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanessa</title><subtitle type='html'>i was born to be here for one reason</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039762.post-6877775970842987246</id><published>2007-08-03T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:26:34.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                    If I could have just one wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   and the feel of your heart beating with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   with anyone other than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-6877775970842987246?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/6877775970842987246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=6877775970842987246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6877775970842987246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6877775970842987246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-could-have-just-one-wish-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-7439170710124508591</id><published>2007-08-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:17:26.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A special world for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;a special bond one cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;It wraps us up in its cocoon,&lt;br /&gt;and holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;                 Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;                 Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;                 Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;                 A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;                 To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;                 In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-7439170710124508591?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/7439170710124508591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=7439170710124508591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7439170710124508591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7439170710124508591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/08/special-world-for-you-and-me-special.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-6037730895386806325</id><published>2007-07-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:14:57.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I stood at the bus stand, looking through the crystal droplets as I can&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Each drop represented the time we’ve spent, and those we’ve dent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The times we had comprised of the bad and the glad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Whatever it was, I am still yours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Whatever it takes, I will never break.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I loved and love you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Even if the world came crashing down on you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I will still love you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;My arms are your possession, for I know my expression&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This I tell you, that your heart will be at ease.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I love you sweetheart and the world will know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You dwell in a place that only God can take you away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-6037730895386806325?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/6037730895386806325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=6037730895386806325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6037730895386806325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6037730895386806325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-stood-at-bus-stand-looking-through.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-1369286499855747208</id><published>2007-07-26T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:38:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If ever someone tells me you hate me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll tell them what have i done that you need to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone tells me you died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll tell them i know she's in a safe place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone hates you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he or she hates me as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone points a knife at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll take the knife and stab myself and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my love is in here, come and claim her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-1369286499855747208?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/1369286499855747208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=1369286499855747208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1369286499855747208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1369286499855747208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-ever-someone-tells-me-you-hate-me_26.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4903966604862910513</id><published>2007-07-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:12:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked up into the heavens, with eyes ablaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shut my windows and i saw your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stood there, telling you i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brushing your hair, i kissed your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A soft whisper i could hear, strengthening my heart for not to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is yours my child, do not tear in times of trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open your eyes for i am here, i will make your life crystal clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I starred at you, saying darling, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4903966604862910513?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4903966604862910513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4903966604862910513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4903966604862910513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4903966604862910513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-looked-up-into-heavens-with-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8926978374398273703</id><published>2007-07-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:01:09.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have to write my heart out now before this day comes to an end. From the day i went into a relationship, i have NEVER ever experience a girl, also known as my girlfriend, satisfy me more than any form of words can describe, as what happened a few hours ago. Even with the largest name tag carver, or the world's finest felt pen, it can never engrave an unforgettable, magnificent vision i see whenever i shut my eyes. spent the day afternoon, holding her in my arms, at the peak of Mount Fabour. No words can be greater than this, no actions can be more significant than this, no sight can be seen more majestic than what i saw. I've seen the joy in her eyes, i've seen the love in her heart, i've felt the passion in her kiss, i've cried in her embrace. What on this earth, other than the love of such a person, can one with sin, failure accept such a heavenly, marvelous gift from God.  I bow before the cross with honor and repentance, thanking Him, what a prodigious gift He has given me. With the only words of i love you can repay you for such a immeasurable, infinite love you've shown. Thank you darling. I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8926978374398273703?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8926978374398273703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8926978374398273703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8926978374398273703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8926978374398273703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-to-write-my-heart-out-now-before.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-3237595984687330885</id><published>2007-07-14T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:19:45.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; looked out the window, closed my eyes and faced the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; i hummed a song of praise, with tears on my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; i asked myself, why is this happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Maybe God put her in my life for a certain purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; it could because He wants me to learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Day and night i figure, what's the best way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; to carve a love that will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I'll lay my life before her, if that’s the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; unless an alternative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Anoint my lips, so that the words i speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; will touch her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; If ever one day, we are brought apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; remember what i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I was born to one day hold your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; to wrap my arms around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I was placed on this earth by the Almighty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; just to tell you how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I love you.&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/26039762-3237595984687330885?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/3237595984687330885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=3237595984687330885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/3237595984687330885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/3237595984687330885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-looked-out-window-closed-my-eyes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8356427173696212342</id><published>2007-07-12T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:56:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when i look into your eyes, i'm telling you you're mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when i hold you, i'm telling you i'll be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when i kiss you, i'm telling you're never alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when i hug you, i'm telling you i'll never let you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;whenever you leave me, i'll stand behind you looking at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;telling you i'm watching you, looking after you, and in all, i do this to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tell you how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8356427173696212342?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8356427173696212342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8356427173696212342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8356427173696212342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8356427173696212342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-look-into-your-eyes-im-telling_11.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4941253877806563269</id><published>2007-07-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:23:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;God, please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4941253877806563269?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4941253877806563269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4941253877806563269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4941253877806563269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4941253877806563269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-please-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-2572822074978178149</id><published>2007-07-01T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:42:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There is a girl who told me that she once liked me. The thing i saw in her was fun loving, kind, caring and true enough i fell for her. i knew her for quite some time already and finally i could feel that i had feelings for her, but she had someone in her heart.  i was extremely sad when i heard her tell me she had someone else. How i wish she was in the same school as i am, unfortunately that couldn't take place. I told her i liked her way before i knew she liked someone but after hearing that, it left me no choice but had to fade my feelings for her unwillingly. After a while, i liked her silently and told everyone who knew i liked her previously that i had no feelings for her anymore. but i lied. Months past and nothing seemed to take place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't be surprise if i tell you that girl is now someone whom i love and she belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she is my darling.&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/26039762-2572822074978178149?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/2572822074978178149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=2572822074978178149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/2572822074978178149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/2572822074978178149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-girl-who-told-me-that-she-once_01.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-7217665386421433994</id><published>2007-06-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:17:46.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love all that is bitter will be sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love all the is copper will be gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love all dregs will turn to purest wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love all pain will turn to medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love the dead will all become alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;through love i would be able to tell the world you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-7217665386421433994?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/7217665386421433994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=7217665386421433994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7217665386421433994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7217665386421433994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/06/through-love-all-that-is-bitter-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-2559914326700255424</id><published>2007-06-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:11:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You know when she feels extremely sad or disappointed, how i wish i could hold her heart and comfort it, it's the only place that is hurting the most and worse of it all, i can't be there with her. My promise still stands, no matter what you're going through, i have made that promise and it shall be carved deep down into the hearts of hers and mine. As for now, before i head to slumber, i'll get down on my knees, look towards the cross and beg the Lord for the one and only person on this earth whom i love so so so so so so much, to be touch and comforted at any point of sadness or pain she feels, by His hands. His comforting hands, His soft voice and His gentle hug would be all i ask for. This is my prayer for tonight and God knows how much i would really want to see her cry tears of comfort and joy knowing that her God has heard my cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-2559914326700255424?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/2559914326700255424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=2559914326700255424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/2559914326700255424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/2559914326700255424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-when-she-feels-extremely-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8501801416395943358</id><published>2007-06-18T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:31:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Half or almost the whole of last week, spent it in the church camp also known as ignition. Gosh, it's the first time i'm being a group leader in church, seriously it ain't easy. but well, did manage to pull through it with the support of my one and only girl and the strength that God has given me at every step of my life, had a few from my friends here and there. i miss the times i spent worshiping with arms lifted high pointed in the direction towards the heavens. in my whole entire life, since the day God opened my eyes, i've never ever lifted my hands to worship, what a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;now that school has started, have to get back to the studying mode. today, i made a promise, that i will grow up and get the money to provide for my girl, that she will not live a horrible life eating gruel everyday. I will work my way up to the PHD level and obtain the results to be able to provide for her. SO! God thank you for being there for me during my failures and passes. i know You are here when i'm typing this so You will strengthen me again and everything i do, it's for the glory of Your name, and of course for my darling, never forgetting you. i love you Jesus and i love you darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8501801416395943358?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8501801416395943358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8501801416395943358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8501801416395943358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8501801416395943358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-or-almost-whole-of-last-week-spent_18.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4660566677266640386</id><published>2007-06-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:30:40.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Half or almost the whole of last week, spent it in the church camp also known as ignition. Gosh, it's the first time i'm being a group leader in church, seriously it ain't easy. but well, did manage to pull through it with the support of my one and only girl and the strength that God has given me at every step of my life, had a few from my friends here and there. i miss the times i spent worshiping with arms lifted high pointed in the direction towards the heavens. in my whole entire life, since the day God opened my eyes, i've never ever lifted my hands to worship, what a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;now that school has started, have to get back to the studying mode. today, i made a promise, that i will grow up and get the money to provide for my girl, that she will not live a horrible life eating gruel everyday. I will work my way up to the PHD level and obtain the results to be able to provide for her. SO! God thank you for being there for me during my failures and passes. i know You are here when i'm typing this so You will strengthen me again and everything i do, it's for the glory of Your name, and of course for my darling, never forgetting you. i love you Jesus and i love you darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4660566677266640386?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4660566677266640386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4660566677266640386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4660566677266640386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4660566677266640386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-or-almost-whole-of-last-week-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4702656976513624870</id><published>2007-06-09T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:39:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met her in the morning for breakfast, headed to tp and waited for her test to end and while doing that, i dropped by uncle leon's stall to steal food so that i could fill up my craving stomach with proteins, carbos and fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the same as the former day, went down to tp to wait for her test to end. about an hour worth of waiting but this time i dropped by the table at the design block and took advantage of the breeze and fell asleep. it's quite cool sleeping in a foreign environment and not know what can happen to you. after that we went down to the airport to 'kia kia', dear girl had to study, so sat down with her but now it wasn't the wind i took advantage of, it's the aircon. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day, we met for breakfast at the coffee shop nearby the school&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Had prata and a cup of tou nies. managed to sustain the hunger all the way to lunch and during lunch, we trained to the airport once more and had lunch at breeks. but it wasn't really considered lunch, the two huge eaters had devour their meals before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thursday stands for the interesting day. a so called road trip we had. both of us spent a day walking around raffles and tanjong pagar area. GOSH, it was crazy boy! took pictures with a half dead camera but still managed to capture memories. hahaha.. walk walk and walk. crazy day i had with my dearest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't worry, it isn't the same as the day before. went for break fast with uncles and had dim sums steaming in a pot. high class food taken at a low class place. after that met darlings ats tampines MRT. we went for a movie at the cathay, the movie also known as ocean's 13. cool show, go catch it NOW! while stocks last. then watch another movie at a much higher class place, her house. in her shoes is the name of the second show and it lasted all the way to 5 plus, and then went over to siglap to return the CDs. next flew over to NTUC to grab groceries for dinner. we cooked over the stove for dinner. yeah, ate with sweetie's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the week. want more details please call 93372703&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4702656976513624870?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4702656976513624870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4702656976513624870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4702656976513624870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4702656976513624870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-met-her-in-morning-for-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-2292290146014544855</id><published>2007-05-25T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:20:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my darling is a dancer! thank you God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-2292290146014544855?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/2292290146014544855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i just had a conversation with my friend concerning his girlfriend. i could totally relate his situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He said that he felt hurt, that is obvious. it hurts because she has been dwelling in his heart for such a long time and something so precious left him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and then i realized that she meant a lot to me, that she was, is and will be the only thing that i had, have and will keep so dearly in my heart. she is treasured every single second.&lt;br /&gt;so friend pick yourself up and move on, one day you'll find someone true to you and she will be yours man.&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/26039762-8743685361305880180?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8743685361305880180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8743685361305880180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8743685361305880180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8743685361305880180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-had-conversation-with-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-6972140329917990254</id><published>2007-05-14T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:19:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A marvelous  afternoon  yesterday was.  i spent it  with her at the top of a HDB flat, looking over the horizon and ahead of us was the sea view. it was just astonishingly incredible. all this time spent with her only makes me love her more and more. she has been a blessing, a gift and a guide. there is nothing else i would ask for, but just her.&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/26039762-6972140329917990254?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039762.post-1635432366441540159</id><published>2007-05-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:19:03.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A marvelous  afternoon  yesterday was.  i spent it  with her at the top of a HDB flat, looking over the horizon and ahead of us was the sea view. it was just astonishingly incredible. all this time spent with her only makes me love her more and more. she has been a blessing, a gift and a guide. there is nothing else i would ask for, but just her.&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/26039762-1635432366441540159?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/1635432366441540159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=1635432366441540159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1635432366441540159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1635432366441540159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/marvelous-afternoon-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-6277607753559742211</id><published>2007-05-07T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:59:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when i first met you, i was afraid to talk to you and when i first talked to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i was afraid to like you. when i began to like you, i was afraid to love you. And now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that i have loved you, i am afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-6277607753559742211?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/6277607753559742211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=6277607753559742211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6277607753559742211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6277607753559742211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-first-met-you-i-was-afraid-to_1597.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4493262150528659933</id><published>2007-05-07T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:58:02.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when i first met you, i was afraid to talk to you and when i first talked to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was afraid to like you. when i began to like you, i was afraid to love you. And now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that i have loved you, i am afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4493262150528659933?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4493262150528659933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4493262150528659933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4493262150528659933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4493262150528659933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-first-met-you-i-was-afraid-to_06.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8337030386814872574</id><published>2007-05-07T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:56:59.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when i first met you, i was afraid to talk to you and when i first talked to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was afraid to like you. when i began to like you, i was afraid to love you. And now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that i have loved you, i am afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8337030386814872574?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8337030386814872574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8337030386814872574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8337030386814872574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8337030386814872574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-first-met-you-i-was-afraid-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4454161510821565150</id><published>2007-05-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:24:25.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so so tough, painful and agonizing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4454161510821565150?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4454161510821565150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4454161510821565150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4454161510821565150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4454161510821565150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-so-so-tough-painful-and-agonizing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8195509357302949313</id><published>2007-04-27T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:09:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i think of you constantly, never once have you left my heart and mind. I long to be by your side, and i definately desire to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8195509357302949313?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8195509357302949313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8195509357302949313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8195509357302949313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8195509357302949313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-of-you-constantly-never-once.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-6704965462117052423</id><published>2007-04-23T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:44:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My class, is actually getting more and more fun. With crazy people in it, a definite out come of madness is a sure thing. At break times, can still go clubing, watch movie. craziness to the maximum. Today  they went to club at MOS, too bad i didn't want to join them, have to think of my girlfriend, you know, so many girls went boy, so no way i'm going with chao bo's. They came back with red faces and stinging breathe. But still, i prefer being next to her, although i have a bunch of fun friends. so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-6704965462117052423?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/6704965462117052423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=6704965462117052423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6704965462117052423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6704965462117052423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-class-is-actually-getting-more-and_23.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8776617169290439758</id><published>2007-04-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:43:43.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class, is actually getting more and more fun. With crazy people in it, a definite out come of madness is a sure thing. At break times, can still go clubing, watch movie. craziness to the maximum. Today  they went to club at MOS, too bad i didn't want to join them, have to think of my girlfriend, you know, so many girls went boy, so no way i'm going with chao bo's. They came back with red faces and stinging breathe. But still, i prefer being next to her, although i have a bunch of fun friends. so sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8776617169290439758?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8776617169290439758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8776617169290439758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8776617169290439758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8776617169290439758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-class-is-actually-getting-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-6310241091561435563</id><published>2007-04-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:49:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever i trust someone, i get betrayed. why! i hate this feeling, where i put her in a difficult situation. people say i suck, i think i really do suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-6310241091561435563?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/6310241091561435563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=6310241091561435563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6310241091561435563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/6310241091561435563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/whenever-i-trust-someone-i-get-betrayed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-7269759538794710442</id><published>2007-04-19T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:08:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God answers simple prayers so quickly, and tells you to wait for the others. I was alone in the bus on the way to school today, i looked up and i saw the  grey  heavy sky.  Immediatly  i thought of my girl, she was  having  games in school. i started praying for good weather so that she would have a great time in school, with faith i went to sleep. When i woke up, i saw the sun shinning and yes! my prayers were answered. Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-7269759538794710442?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/7269759538794710442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=7269759538794710442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7269759538794710442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/7269759538794710442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-answers-simple-prayers-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-9218159451613380870</id><published>2007-04-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:09:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She has once again made my day bright and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-9218159451613380870?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/9218159451613380870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=9218159451613380870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/9218159451613380870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/9218159451613380870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-has-once-again-made-my-day-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-1868447977021227987</id><published>2007-04-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:13:57.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;In school, i have plenty of time in my hands. Today, as i was on the way to school, i fell asleep in the cab, i had a prompting telling me to take care of her. I am not sure what exactly that meant. As i'm writing this, i'm thinking of the times i had with her, the times i spent with her. A feeling i've never experience in my whole relationship life. I believe God has a plan for me, and He has already brought me to the door step, and it's finally revealing. i pray that He will strenghten my thoughts and heart, that will keep me moving for the next 3 years. I thank God for her constant support, care and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-1868447977021227987?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/1868447977021227987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=1868447977021227987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1868447977021227987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1868447977021227987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-school-i-have-plenty-of-time-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4144631526676349595</id><published>2007-04-13T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:21:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It all began on the 20th of nov, the day o levels ended, mark of freedom and enjoyment. It was the day after that i was travelling to indonesia, a 2 months vacation that i took all the way to 1st jan. Back then i had many things in mind, a constant question of  should i or should not. There were many unsolved matters still lingering back and forth in my heart. Well, when i was up in indo, a relaxed state i was in, a facade would be the only way out, it left me no choice. All that occupied my mind was her. she dwelled in for a year, i've been talking to God since that very day. Moving on, it was a great holiday spent up in indo, albeit i longed to be with her, another choice that wasn't in my volition. I came back on the 1st of jan, i was shocked to see what came in via sms, it was her! She made my day, the unexpected message came in at a perfect time. That day was the start of getting to know her deeper. On and on i had great times spent with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Months passed and febuary came so soon, my relationship with God was made stronger in this month . He was with me ever single step of this journey, never leaving nor forsake me. I was brought to my lowest point of my life in this month. So many things had happen every since and i did not feel the presence of God at that time, thankfully she picked my faith up and did not allow me to fall.  Thats  the reason why God gave her to me,  and i'm definately thankful for that gift. She has marked so many wonderful memories in my life, and believe it or not, nowadays, such girls are very and almost impossible to get. A gift has to be given for such girls to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now that it's the last few days of the holidays, my prayer still continues for the rest of my life till God decides to take me. The same prayer every since this journey began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4144631526676349595?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4144631526676349595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4144631526676349595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4144631526676349595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4144631526676349595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-all-began-on-20th-of-nov-day-o.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-791917865001883622</id><published>2007-04-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:52:50.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If anyone would want to know what a brilliant vacation i had, i would tell them i have not only experienced a gorgeous holiday, i had an indescribable time spent wisely. The depth of this magnificent period could only be given by God. He has used her to provide me with such sincere love. A thank you would be a surface level mode of appreciation, i dedicate my life in understanding and building a closer relationship with God, and with His strength, she will be well taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-791917865001883622?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/791917865001883622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/791917865001883622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-anyone-would-want-to-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039762.post-4180814480397647297</id><published>2007-03-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:15:13.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things has occured within such pronto timing. Awful and terrible have i come across,  first it was  about her, second it was the posting, third it was the admission. On the other hand, if it wasn't because of that one person, i would have given up in the beginning. When will God answer the one prayer i've been praying for, He has thought me perserverance, albeit the pain and agony, He has been with me at every single step of this trial. The bible states that the greatest thing is love, so what i want to give her is the greatest thing. Poly is about to begin, another challenge and tolerance is approaching. I pray a silent prayer, casting my burdens onto Gods hands, that He will keep us together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4180814480397647297?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4180814480397647297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4180814480397647297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4180814480397647297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4180814480397647297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/03/many-things-has-occured-within-such.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-3819192550751117968</id><published>2007-02-23T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:31:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;As i sit here&lt;br /&gt;i search my heart, for the words to express my inner most thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;my hands glides across the paper&lt;br /&gt;In short strokes&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so trivial and ordinary&lt;br /&gt;compared to what i feel for you&lt;br /&gt;i crumple the paper and start over&lt;br /&gt;seeking for that word&lt;br /&gt;that will say it all&lt;br /&gt;that word that when you read it&lt;br /&gt;you will instantly know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;its so close&lt;br /&gt;i can almost touch it&lt;br /&gt;its on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i search&lt;br /&gt;it escapes me&lt;br /&gt;i will have to be a thief&lt;br /&gt;stealing age old words.&lt;br /&gt;shared by millions&lt;br /&gt;they are not original&lt;br /&gt;But as i think of them&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i created them.&lt;br /&gt;i treasure you as mine,&lt;br /&gt;and i cherish you as a soul.&lt;br /&gt;i long and desire to hold you near&lt;br /&gt;for as many days as God allows me to breath&lt;br /&gt;i immediately realize that my last thought as i write this&lt;br /&gt;was the same as my very first.&lt;br /&gt;i started this letter because i love you&lt;br /&gt;i sought for words to express that&lt;br /&gt;but decided to choose&lt;br /&gt;the three very words&lt;br /&gt;that have been chosen for centuries&lt;br /&gt;are simply&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i do&lt;br /&gt;and forever i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-3819192550751117968?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/3819192550751117968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=3819192550751117968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/3819192550751117968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/3819192550751117968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-sit-here-i-search-my-heart-for_1638.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-8773209819638078697</id><published>2007-02-23T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:31:11.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As i sit here&lt;br /&gt;i search my heart, for the words to express my inner most thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;my hands glides across the paper&lt;br /&gt;In short strokes&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so trivial and ordinary&lt;br /&gt;compared to what i feel for you&lt;br /&gt;i crumple the paper and start over&lt;br /&gt;seeking for that word&lt;br /&gt;that will say it all&lt;br /&gt;that word that when you read it&lt;br /&gt;you will instantly know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;its so close&lt;br /&gt;i can almost touch it&lt;br /&gt;its on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i search&lt;br /&gt;it escapes me&lt;br /&gt;i will have to be a thief&lt;br /&gt;stealing age old words.&lt;br /&gt;shared by millions&lt;br /&gt;they are not original&lt;br /&gt;But as i think of them&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i created them.&lt;br /&gt;i treasure you as mine,&lt;br /&gt;and i cherish you as a soul.&lt;br /&gt;i long and desire to hold you neay&lt;br /&gt;for as many days as God allows me to breath&lt;br /&gt;i immediately realize that my last thought as i write this&lt;br /&gt;was the same as my very first.&lt;br /&gt;i started this letter because i love you&lt;br /&gt;i sought for words to express that&lt;br /&gt;but decided to choose&lt;br /&gt;the three very words&lt;br /&gt;that have been chosen for centuries&lt;br /&gt;are simply&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i do&lt;br /&gt;and forever i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-8773209819638078697?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/8773209819638078697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=8773209819638078697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8773209819638078697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/8773209819638078697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-sit-here-i-search-my-heart-for_23.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-1734904104024996067</id><published>2007-02-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:30:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i sit here&lt;br /&gt;i search my heart, for the words to express my inner most thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;my hands glides across the paper&lt;br /&gt;In short strokes&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so trivial and ordinary&lt;br /&gt;compared to what i feel for you&lt;br /&gt;i crumple the paper and start over&lt;br /&gt;seeking for that word&lt;br /&gt;that will say it all&lt;br /&gt;that word that when you read it&lt;br /&gt;you will instantly know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;its so close&lt;br /&gt;i can almost touch it&lt;br /&gt;its on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i search&lt;br /&gt;it escapes me&lt;br /&gt;i will have to be a thief&lt;br /&gt;stealing age old words.&lt;br /&gt;shared by millions&lt;br /&gt;they are not original&lt;br /&gt;But as i think of them&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i created them.&lt;br /&gt;i treasure you as mine,&lt;br /&gt;and i cherish you as a soul.&lt;br /&gt;i long and desire to hold you neay&lt;br /&gt;for as many days as God allows me to breath&lt;br /&gt;i immediately realize that my last thought as i write this&lt;br /&gt;was the same as my very first.&lt;br /&gt;i started this letter because i love you&lt;br /&gt;i sought for words to express that&lt;br /&gt;but decided to choose&lt;br /&gt;the three very words&lt;br /&gt;that have been chosen for centuries&lt;br /&gt;are simply&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i do&lt;br /&gt;and forever i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-1734904104024996067?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/1734904104024996067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=1734904104024996067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1734904104024996067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1734904104024996067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-sit-here-i-search-my-heart-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-1057124489470393927</id><published>2007-02-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:02:34.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can you ache and crave for someone's touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;when you have never felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I do this for yours, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and the yearning grows more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I have never wanted anything in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;as much as i want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When you whisper such sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;in my ear when we talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I breathe in so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;trying to catch my breath when we can't talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I close my eyes so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hoping when i open them you will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;but i know i have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;until the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;it seems so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that i think i'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to breathe in your scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and keep it with me all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i want to taste your love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;by kissing your sweet lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i want to feel you next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;so when you leave for a while i can hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that i really do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;when the day come and we are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you will always know and feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i will always hug, kiss and love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ever moment of the day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you will never have another touch unfelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/26039762-1057124489470393927?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/1057124489470393927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=1057124489470393927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1057124489470393927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/1057124489470393927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-can-you-ache-and-crave-for-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-4496932612200906629</id><published>2007-02-09T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:42:02.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are all this things happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-4496932612200906629?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/4496932612200906629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=4496932612200906629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4496932612200906629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/4496932612200906629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-are-all-this-things-happening-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-117069111505241938</id><published>2007-02-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:58:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it was i who found you, i had fallen in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;it was i who told you how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;You told me that time was in the picture,&lt;br /&gt;you too told me that i had to hover.&lt;br /&gt;loving you would be the one truth that i cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;telling you i will wait, would be the test of my love towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship would consist of 100 steps, and 99 of them would&lt;br /&gt;be i who will run to you.&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/26039762-117069111505241938?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/117069111505241938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=117069111505241938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117069111505241938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117069111505241938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-i-who-found-you-i-had-fallen-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-117025740708876169</id><published>2007-01-31T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:30:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love towards you is a permanient madness,&lt;br /&gt;It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.&lt;br /&gt;And when it subsides you have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;You have to work our wether your roots have become entwined&lt;br /&gt;together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.&lt;br /&gt;Because this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;love is not breathlessness, it is not excitementm it is not&lt;br /&gt;the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being&lt;br /&gt;"in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.&lt;br /&gt;and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and i have this, that we would have roots that grow&lt;br /&gt;towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom&lt;br /&gt;had fallen from our brunches, we will find that we are one tree and not two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-117025740708876169?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/117025740708876169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=117025740708876169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025740708876169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025740708876169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-love-towards-you-is-permanient_31.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-117025740582522109</id><published>2007-01-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:30:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love towards you is a permanient madness,&lt;br /&gt;It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.&lt;br /&gt;And when it subsides you have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;You have to work our wether your roots have become entwined&lt;br /&gt;together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.&lt;br /&gt;Because this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;love is not breathlessness, it is not excitementm it is not&lt;br /&gt;the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being&lt;br /&gt;"in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.&lt;br /&gt;and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and i have this, that we would have roots that grow&lt;br /&gt;towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom&lt;br /&gt;had fallen from our brunches, we will find that we are one tree and not two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-117025740582522109?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/117025740582522109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=117025740582522109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025740582522109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025740582522109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-love-towards-you-is-permanient.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-117025614690551255</id><published>2007-01-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:09:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-117025614690551255?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/117025614690551255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=117025614690551255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025614690551255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117025614690551255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-117016128334891721</id><published>2007-01-30T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:48:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are she whom i place my heart with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you are she whom i have loved from the very start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Patience have driven me to endure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God has empowered me with such stamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Father i pray a prayer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pleading for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take this agony from deep within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You hear my cries, You wipe them dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank You for making me a stronger person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I submit her into Your hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;praying that You will return her to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and thats when i know she will be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and a gift from You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-117016128334891721?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/117016128334891721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=117016128334891721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117016128334891721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/117016128334891721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-she-whom-i-place-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116921526100502404</id><published>2007-01-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:15:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My sweetest one, now i call on you&lt;br /&gt;i have never loved as i love you.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot give your heart to me,&lt;br /&gt;i will still and ever love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand is weary,&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking about you every hour&lt;br /&gt;not a second goes by; i know not why&lt;br /&gt;unless i am holding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me and say you care.&lt;br /&gt;my darling one, thou art so fair,&lt;br /&gt;my heart and grace from within&lt;br /&gt;that lights every star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to hear you speak again&lt;br /&gt;pretty words of love in gentle retrain,&lt;br /&gt;just a word from you, on paper of blue&lt;br /&gt;will tell me if the greatest love is true.&lt;br /&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/26039762-116921526100502404?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039762.post-116904832980352919</id><published>2007-01-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:38:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every slumber moment, just before entering a lassitude state. A lucid image appears when i thought of you, as angelic and ravishing as i saw, i could not help but to tear. You felt like as though you were dwelling in my heart. hitherto it may seem, it was a uncontrollable emotion. In the dark, you shine the brightest most would describe, but did not mention what you looked like in the light. I say in the dark you are unseen, as i close my eyes, i saw you, and in the light i wasn't able to see you. I want to tell you what a pleasent matriarch you are, if you could only let me start by saying how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116904832980352919?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116904832980352919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116904832980352919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116904832980352919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116904832980352919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-slumber-moment-just-before.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116904693993105801</id><published>2007-01-17T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:15:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let the world stop turning&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun stop burning&lt;br /&gt;Let them tell me love's worth going through.&lt;br /&gt;But if it falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;i will know deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;the only dream that mattered had come true,&lt;br /&gt;In this life i loved you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116904693993105801?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116904693993105801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116904693993105801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116904693993105801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116904693993105801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-world-stop-turning-let-sun-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116887432696328891</id><published>2007-01-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:22:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything i've done, i've done only for your love.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i am, i  am in hopes your heart will move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you love someone else, but while you're away&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you just as though our love&lt;br /&gt;would last till you are grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you and i are grey, my love,&lt;br /&gt;and all our days are done, i'll love you just as i do now&lt;br /&gt;Your heart's my only home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116887432696328891?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116887432696328891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116887432696328891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116887432696328891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116887432696328891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-ive-done-ive-done-only-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116878418885072267</id><published>2007-01-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:28:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until the oceans all run dry,&lt;br /&gt;until the stars fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;even if the words don't seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;i'll be addicted to your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the wind blows out the sun,&lt;br /&gt;i'll still believe you are the one&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we're going through&lt;br /&gt;i'll plan to spend my nights with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my heart won't fade&lt;br /&gt;i swear to you my soul always,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't haard to understand&lt;br /&gt;you're making me a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116878418885072267?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116878418885072267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116878418885072267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116878418885072267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116878418885072267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/until-oceans-all-run-dry-until-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116818828769195137</id><published>2007-01-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:44:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7076/2691/1600/657641/IMG_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7076/2691/400/306360/IMG_1937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/My%20Documents/darryl/bukit%20sentul/IMG_1937.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116818828769195137?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116818828769195137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116818828769195137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116818828769195137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116818828769195137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116818775529019774</id><published>2007-01-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:35:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally back in singapore, after such a long vacation in indonesia.  Spent 1 and half months with my uncle and aunt up there and admiring the magnificent scenery from where we stayed. The sun rays piercing through the think clouds sky, a definate sight and in the evening, the reddish purple outlining of the clouds i was enthralled by. An unseen nature in singapore. The unforgettable nature i encounted was the waterfall. ice chilling i felt running down my warm blooded body. Thinking of an exoctic place  to relax your mind and really enjoy the natural view, indonesia is a place to consider. Gosh, i miss that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116818775529019774?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116818775529019774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116818775529019774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116818775529019774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116818775529019774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-finally-back-in-singapore-after.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116256208033777571</id><published>2006-11-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:54:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A powerful attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her magnetic grandiloguent personality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subjugates my soul, a sublime emotion runs through my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angelic countenance before me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is astoundingly gorgeous and dazzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She could be a result of serendipity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she could also tantalise me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray a prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanking the Lord what a ravishing lady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has untrusted me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An unanswered prayer yet to be heard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she would be part of not only my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's intuition i tremble upon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;draw this agony away from the river that sustains me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To end this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the phrase that suits her perfectly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116256208033777571?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116256208033777571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116256208033777571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116256208033777571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116256208033777571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/11/powerful-attraction.html' title='A powerful attraction'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-116159643164770716</id><published>2006-10-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:40:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Within a few more days, calculated hours, would be the last exam i'm going to sit for in my secondary school. Didn't attend school for the past few weeks, i was malingering as it is not only a waste of time studying in school now, it is also distracting. Studying in the comfort of my home, is the only way i can concentrate on the piece of work i'm doing. rather than the aggravating noise and classmates in school, why not an alternative? So, thats why it's home i'm in and not school. So school, i apologise for my absence, but i'll reap the results and produce a 10 point to prove to you that what you have taught me the past few years has not gone down the drain or washed  away by some mothernature insane diseaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-116045513861581931?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/116045513861581931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=116045513861581931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116045513861581931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/116045513861581931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-closer-to-final-day.html' title='getting closer to the final day'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115867896549808522</id><published>2006-09-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:16:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemistry paper day</title><content type='html'>it was chemistry that i sat for today. After weeks of assiduous mugging, it finally paid off. it was rather easy compared to my mids. Still have my o's to conquer, feeling a little perplexed on what activities to do after o's. haha, can't wait for this anxiety to pass by and get over with it once and for all. hope i don't screw up this time, my last time i'm ever sitting for a secondary school exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115867896549808522?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115867896549808522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115867896549808522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115867896549808522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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emotions&lt;br /&gt;how i yearn to see her, just a glimpse &lt;br /&gt;would satisfy my contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115850573594099883?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115850573594099883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115850573594099883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115850573594099883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115850573594099883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-piteous-she-didnt-open-door-ebony.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115814698969407571</id><published>2006-09-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:30:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;An agony that haunts me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yet it's undeniably seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The sight of the torment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the sound of ghoulish cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I whispered a slient prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;forgive me as i bowed in contrition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The final words were spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;all pulverized, annihilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115814698969407571?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115814698969407571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115814698969407571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115814698969407571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115814698969407571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115764518899519006</id><published>2006-09-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:06:29.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about her</title><content type='html'>In you i see beauty, a bonny feature well in born. Perfection creates the fininshing touches. What a ravishing sight i glance at, i have to admit that you are a gorgious matriarch. Manipulating my heart, touching the core of my soul, you mean absolute significance. It's an honour to have you a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115764518899519006?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115764518899519006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115764518899519006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115764518899519006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115764518899519006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-her.html' title='about her'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115755420646160513</id><published>2006-09-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:50:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wednesday during the sep holidays</title><content type='html'>Waking up with general fatigue and lassitude, i dragged my dreamy self to the washroom and clean up before i began a wednesday.  Studied in the morning for a short period and went off for lunch with my uncle and aunty. Went to a jap resturant with was costly, yet lunch was important. finished the sumptious meal at about 1 to 2, and headed for funan. Got whatever i wanted and thats it, home was next. had to rush for training which was miles away, gosh, a hectic day boy. Came home exhausted and didn't have energy to study. thanks to all the activities from today, i have to sleep early. so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115755420646160513?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115755420646160513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115755420646160513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115755420646160513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115755420646160513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-during-sep-holidays.html' title='A wednesday during the sep holidays'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115711811803328499</id><published>2006-09-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:41:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You're afraid, it's all come down&lt;br /&gt;to this place where dreams have fallen to the ground&lt;br /&gt;just look up, you'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a heavenly Being&lt;br /&gt;That's watching over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling down an angel who&lt;br /&gt;Will help you believe&lt;br /&gt;Sending out a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Reaching up to heaven knowing&lt;br /&gt;You will someday see&lt;br /&gt;There's hope beyond the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;!-- TF 300x250 JScript VAR code --&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 18.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; height: 18.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling down an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just wait you'll feel it lifting off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;So keep believing&lt;br /&gt;The sun always promises a new day&lt;br /&gt;It'll stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Break the chains&lt;br /&gt;And chase the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;You've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Will your miracle ever come&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's holding every single tear you cry&lt;br /&gt;And if you start to feel alone just know that I am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115711811803328499?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115711811803328499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115711811803328499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115711811803328499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115711811803328499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-afraid-its-all-come-down-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115703454770601389</id><published>2006-08-31T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:29:07.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers day</title><content type='html'>31 aug, teachers day it is, had a gargantuan celebration in school. First thing in the morning, we had an exercise crap. Aces day they call it, it was a short session tho, moving on to the games after that. i played handball where players had to score the ball into a goal post with our hands. it was a game that was a combination of basketball cum netball. It was fun and enjoyable, unfortunatly we were allowed to play it once, to give others a chance to play. Today wasn't that mirth, the concert put up by our very own coral schoolmate somehow dampant our teacher's day spirits. It was even 10 percent entertaining. Yorning and fidgetating restlessly everyone was, enduring the insipid performance. It was suppose to end at 12 noon, but it was dragged on to half pass 12. i'm glad it finally came to culmination and we could exit the school. Thank God it wasn't a full day event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115703454770601389?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115703454770601389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115703454770601389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115703454770601389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115703454770601389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers day'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115684183638035392</id><published>2006-08-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:58:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Catapulted out of bed! Headed to the wash room, took a quick shower and off i went to the bus stop. i actually woke up mintues earlier, but felt a little lackadaisical and didn't want to get out of bed so early, i faced the consequnce in the end. Had to rush down to the bus stop just to catch the 7 am bus. This recurrent nonsense has happened to me thousand and one times, still i feel so indolent. To compensate that, the day was a little kinder. Did not have to bump into some pusillanimous people like what happened last night during night class. This guy by the name of 'james', a nom de plume, had no other people to mingle and entertain to, decided to pick a fight with our group. He flung vitriolic words at us which means, he was ready to stir an arguement. Yong wei, the guy armed with guts and boldness, walked up to him and confronted him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with clanched fist and a stern expression as a facade. Man, no other drama or serial movie would be better then this. It ending again with just a mere forget, without the forgive. At least today wasn't that bad, james just glared at us with a face filled with hatred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115684183638035392?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115684183638035392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115684183638035392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115684183638035392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115684183638035392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115656115796115952</id><published>2006-08-26T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:59:17.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;As i'm writing this passage, i recall yesterday's activities. As a gregarious person, i went for a run with jeryl, shui min and ah sheng. It was no ordinary run, it was similar to a cross country run i guess. we started the run at the rear of jeryl's block, and off we went to conquer pasir ris park. We ran en masse due to the late hour and we didn't want anything to happen to each other. We ran pass the row of flats and into the entrance of the park. It was rather murky and darkness was upon us. We could hardly see what was in front of us till the first lamp post, well we had faith that nothing would occur that would turn us into hapless people. Our destination for the first pit stop was elias mall, which was situated right outside the exit of the park. We had our beverages at  7 eleven and they still had the energy to serve us in the middle of the night or would i say in the early part of the morning. Right after the refreshing drink, we continued our journey home. We arrived at the playground at about half pass 11, and we had a little warm down session before heading home. I wouldn't be taken aback if one of us will experience aches or cramps today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115656115796115952?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115656115796115952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115656115796115952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115656115796115952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115656115796115952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-im-writing-this-passage-i-recall.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115643084423834548</id><published>2006-08-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:52:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It was a normal school day that fell on a thursday, met ma bro in the morning at the 81 bus stop, as we address it, waiting in anticipation for the bus known as 359. Gosh! it  takes yonks to arrive at the 81 bus stop, and it would cause a 3 hour reflection in school if we were late. but we thought of an alternative instead, either 81, 53, 39 or 109. But the former 3 are perpetually late, that leaves us with only 109. Thats how we save our ass from the 3 hour time 'waster'. Anyway, many indelible events happened this afternoon. fights it was, and i just can't understand why people have to resort to violence. Immatured the adults would describe these bunch of pesky teenagers, gathering at a certain location and catapulting insults at one another. In lame man terms ' still small'. well, in the end, everything was solve with a simple hand shake. ironic it may sound, that was how it ended. Thats the end of a thursday, where individuals journey home with hatred. what's the use. Sad innit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115643084423834548?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115643084423834548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115643084423834548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115643084423834548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115643084423834548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-had-bad-day.html' title='if you had a bad day'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115573418020922094</id><published>2006-08-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:16:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the days activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As any other school day would be like, getting up for the lessons and everything is a chore. Catching the 7.00 bus is another thing i do each and every morning. Arriving school at about 7.15 to 7.20, a mere not so late comer, well just on time i would describe it, could prevent me from entering the room called the 'time wasting' room. The BMS room they call it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad after all, albeit it was a tiring wednesday. Having to face every single teacher for the next few months, will end me up in a poly, still have to give them some credit. Played basketball after classes and got myself drenched in pesperation, and yet we headed towards the gym, with ma gym companions. yeah, thats about it, thats my describtion of my day.&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/26039762-115573418020922094?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115573418020922094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115573418020922094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115573418020922094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115573418020922094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/days-activities.html' title='the days activities'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115539995729448556</id><published>2006-08-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:25:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>if i would to ask you to describe peace, how would you do it? When the word peace comes into ones mind, they immediatly think of a place where everything seems unruffled. They would paint a picture of a place filled with soft music, a comfortable couch sitting right in front of you them. The room would be air-conditioned, and the cool texture of the bed provides finishing touch of the picture. Some would paint a waterfall, like as though paradise they were in.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, peace would be an ease to paint, but tough to understand. I would paint an erupted volcano and people scrambling for their lives. Ashes hurled miles and miles away. At the side of the picture, a little baby sleeping soundly in a cod. Despite all the beautiful surrounding, one could have burddens and a facade is what he/she is putting up. Despite the perilous volcano eruption, the baby is able to slummber peacefully. This is my discription of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115539995729448556?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115539995729448556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115539995729448556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115539995729448556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115539995729448556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115530761424425792</id><published>2006-08-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:52:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah, would i call it a tiring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today, the 11 of aug, a typical friday, just that it was right after three days of the national's birthday holiday. Had to grapple with a slight problem in the morning, you know, most teens would face this problem. The waking up part of the day. Still i had to drag myself to the worlds most boring place, the school, but man, there's still A LITTLE fun in school. [ notice the emphasize there]. well, it was a friday anyway, no worries. The dreadful day came to an end at a perfect time, 12.30 to be precise. BUT, up next was tuition, gosh! thats life i have to point out. The tuition 'centre' was like the distance from singapore to some isolated locations in malaysia! In a moment of exhaustion, that is what distance seemed. hahaha.. ironically, my destination was tanah merah. Go ahead and sigh, it will never be in malaysia. My bones would not only break, i would be lying in a coffin at the end of this year. An aircon filled room, a comfortable bed, feather liked pillow was what i craved for so badly, with a automatic massager would solve the equation. AND worse of all, tomorrow would be a hectic day as well. so, you know i've got to get to bed. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115530761424425792?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115530761424425792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115530761424425792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115530761424425792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115530761424425792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/woah-would-i-call-it-tiring-day.html' title='woah, would i call it a tiring day'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115520208933682765</id><published>2006-08-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:28:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeah! how's that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/muscular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/muscular.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115520208933682765?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115520208933682765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115520208933682765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115520208933682765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115520208933682765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-hows-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115518100651356155</id><published>2006-08-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:36:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a year to worry about</title><content type='html'>living in a country like singapore, stress is part of an individual's life. Facing the fact would be the only way out. I would rather work to get a stable income, than having to live my life as someone who is impecunious in the future. Well, i wouldn't have to be the crème de la crème, i would just be a ordinary student, working my way up to get into a satisfying university. I obviously can't be assiduous, my mum would think i'm crazy, on the other hand, neither can i be lazing around at home, doing nothing. Man, i would become a sluggish person. At this point of time, the major O's is just round the corner. Crossing this hurdle would be a great sigh that i can take, that also depends on me. So, in that case, i've got to get back to staring at my books, and cracking my brains off with Q&amp;As. see ya&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115518100651356155?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115518100651356155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115518100651356155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115518100651356155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115518100651356155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-year-to-worry-about.html' title='what a year to worry about'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115356073701462805</id><published>2006-07-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:32:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The rays piercing through the slit of the curtains, rushing like urgent clouds releasing rain, the day was a saturday morning. With canaries gliding round and round the estate with freedom. i catapulted out of bed, remembering that i had something on at 10. i glance at the clock, and it was half past 9. i grabbed a slice of ready made peanut butter spread, and shot out of house. thankfully i wasn't a little late.&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/26039762-115356073701462805?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115356073701462805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115356073701462805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115356073701462805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115356073701462805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday.html' title='a saturday'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115339777655037476</id><published>2006-07-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:16:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day to think of</title><content type='html'>Gosh! how would i describe this hectic day, an inevitable incident happened and it almost made me curse the school for that. well, it wasn't completly the school's fault, i had the volition to decide to snip off my brown, long, eye touching hair. Man! they still did not have the right to just shave my hair off. if i had an oppotunity, i would have sank my fist right up the DMs ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115339777655037476?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115339777655037476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115339777655037476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115339777655037476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115339777655037476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-day-to-think-of.html' title='what a day to think of'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115184719528398591</id><published>2006-07-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:33:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115184719528398591?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115184719528398591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115184719528398591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115184719528398591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115184719528398591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115184644376555700</id><published>2006-07-02T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:20:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sweat rolling like as though clouds argently releasing rain without hesitation. Carrying tones of weights, trying every way to get those muscles toned up. This was an ordinary day spent at the tampines swimming complex, working out at the gym. 'Bo', my gym companion, had the same reasons for being present at the gym, albeit he was tempted by the chlorine filled water, just right in front of him. well, in the end, jeryl fell fell into temptation, and sooner or later we were swimming. It had been yonks since i stopped  swimming,  and this was the very first time i  dipped into the pool every since i stopped swimming. This was the day i had a break from whatever thoughts i had and it is finally out of my thoughts for the time being.&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/26039762-115184644376555700?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115184644376555700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115184644376555700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115184644376555700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115184644376555700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweat-rolling-like-as-though-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115107410409490163</id><published>2006-06-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:48:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Every night as i slumber, i feel like as though i am tied up like a prisoner cut  from his vision, kneeling with roped hands at the guillotine. With  ghoulish people crowding round the podium anticipating the next move. It seems scary when this recurring image flashes through my thoughts every now and then. It would be difficult to describe the agony that i will have to go through. I just pray that during the process of kneeling in front of the blade, an angel would appear.&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/26039762-115107410409490163?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115107410409490163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115107410409490163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115107410409490163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115107410409490163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/every-night-as-i-slumber-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115068989177504897</id><published>2006-06-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:04:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/Zzzz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/Zzzz.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   If you're tired, just --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115068989177504897?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115068989177504897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115068989177504897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068989177504897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068989177504897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115068989177504897.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115068970028591529</id><published>2006-06-19T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:01:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115068970028591529?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115068970028591529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115068970028591529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068970028591529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068970028591529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115068927333540632</id><published>2006-06-19T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:54:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know that it would turn out this way, i didn't realized that angel had  a filled heart. I opened the door slightly early, i'm so sorry i made you suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115068927333540632?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115068927333540632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115068927333540632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068927333540632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068927333540632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-didnt-know-that-it-would-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115068803165656710</id><published>2006-06-19T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:33:51.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/scenary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/scenary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115068803165656710?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115068803165656710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115068803165656710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068803165656710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115068803165656710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115064534367878787</id><published>2006-06-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:42:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/1600/My%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/2691/320/My%20hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115064534367878787?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115064534367878787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115064534367878787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115064534367878787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115064534367878787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115063599582352850</id><published>2006-06-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:37:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer to Him</title><content type='html'>Dear God, i thank you for giving me life. I pray for all the wrong deeds i've made, i pray that You will forgive me for the things i have done that displeases You.  You were there when i was happy, You were there even i had the most joyful moments of life, You were there when i was sad, You were there when my heart couldn't endure what it couldn't carry, i thank You for everything. The only thing i could repay You is to worship You with a full heart. i'm sorry Father. Please forgive me. Thank You. I love You FATHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115063599582352850?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115063599582352850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115063599582352850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115063599582352850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115063599582352850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/prayer-to-him.html' title='A prayer to Him'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115062356189289624</id><published>2006-06-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:39:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's goodness</title><content type='html'>In what way is God good to us, why do people see that God doesn't exist in their life? In my opinion, they choose not to accept God's love. I have experienced Him in my life many many times. He works in ways that one cannot figure out why He does all this things. Some may feel that what He does, seems bad and they question, why is He doing this to me.  The only answer i can offer is this, if your father were to scold you, hit you or says  something about you, he is doing out of love. It's the same for God. If he loves us, He wouldn't do something to hurt us. To us, it may seem that He's provocative or even a callous God. Think again if ever this thought comes. Every drop of rain, every star-filled night, every bit of food, every good night's sleep, every minute of health. In short, every single thing that makes us happy and sustains us, is a gift from Him that represents His goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115062356189289624?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115062356189289624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115062356189289624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115062356189289624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115062356189289624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/gods-goodness.html' title='God&apos;s goodness'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-115052772677549707</id><published>2006-06-17T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:35:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feelings towards her</title><content type='html'>I see you each and everytime, i hear your voice like the howl of the wind. The sound of your voice wouldn't be just described as chocolates for the ears, it would be also described as the amount of comfort i feel as i absorb it. If a picture paints a thousand words, you would paint a thousand pictures.  If you asked me who are you to me, i would say you are an angel from above, and everytime i close my eyes, i thank the Lord for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-115052772677549707?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/115052772677549707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=115052772677549707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115052772677549707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/115052772677549707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-feelings-towards-her.html' title='my feelings towards her'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-114633006313236215</id><published>2006-04-30T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:01:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the presence of an unseen person</title><content type='html'>Alright, this is how it goes. i feel his presences even when i'm asleep, how than can i not feel him when i'm awake? He sees me everyday and night and till the minutes, but what is He doing when we're asleep? strangly, He doesn't even sleep at all i suppose, then who is He? Imagine you were looking at someone, and that person looks back at you, both of you are able to see each other. wherelse, He can see us, but why can't we see Him? ironic it may sound, but thats the fact of a christian's faith. faith is believeing without having to see, and that one person whom we cannot see is God, and just this passage seem so complex, there's more in the walk with God. And those people who loves finding out mysterious clues and hidden facts, He is one person that you may consider searching for. it will never END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-114633006313236215?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/114633006313236215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=114633006313236215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114633006313236215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114633006313236215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/04/presence-of-unseen-person.html' title='the presence of an unseen person'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-114613819116509972</id><published>2006-04-27T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:43:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen iverson or t mac dunk the ball right in front of your face. the power of the dunk and the release of the ring right after he dunks. The best way to release all sorts of anger in you, is to throw all your strength and might into that ring. BAM, in a blink of a eye, the ball is transported from one side of the ring to the other. punk to the maximum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-114613819116509972?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/114613819116509972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=114613819116509972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114613819116509972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114613819116509972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/04/basketball.html' title='basketball'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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-26039762.post-114543960628397649</id><published>2006-04-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:40:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the root at the problem first</title><content type='html'>there was a little boy who was sitting by the road side, one sweltering afternoon. He was throwing stones on both side of the road. fortunatly he didn't hit any on coming vehicle. he sitted there throwing stones from noonday all the way till the sun went down, till the evening. this time he wasn't that fortunate, ater long hours of throwing, he hit a car. The driver stopped his vehicle, stepped out of the car and walked towards him with a crossed countence. As soon as the driver reached the boy, his facial expression changed completely. He saw a lady laid behind him. The little boy was seeking attention just to get help for his dying mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26039762-114543960628397649?l=8263772.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/feeds/114543960628397649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26039762&amp;postID=114543960628397649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114543960628397649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26039762/posts/default/114543960628397649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8263772.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-at-root-at-problem-first.html' title='look at the root at the problem first'/><author><name>The Lord is my shephard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060336260115084731</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>
