<?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-27451044</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:25:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expandin.from.the.present</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451044.post-5791776068732347284</id><published>2010-08-17T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:39:33.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm bleeding my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is getting harder and harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday I see you, everyday I hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like an addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the hardest part is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cant be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is this taking so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why must it be done like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cant see the end of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just want to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How much I missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And how much I wanna spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the rest of my life with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you ever hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coming from the depths of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you ever see my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bleeding from inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have cried more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;than all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wishing each drop of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will not be shed in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe in us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe in our future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how hard the walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how much the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because you are worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No longer will these 3 words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hang from my lips like cheap words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have experienced the depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have experienced the height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have experienced the width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of the weight this 3 little words carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;encompassing the fullness of its meaning and value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am waiting.&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/27451044-5791776068732347284?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/5791776068732347284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=5791776068732347284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5791776068732347284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5791776068732347284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2010/08/bleeding.html' title='bleeding'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-2099500331408912518</id><published>2010-08-15T01:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:56:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who will hear my cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember when someone posted a lyrics of a song on Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You can't hear me because I'm shouting with my heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ironically, that is exactly what I am feeling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this period is difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On one hand you have what you know you should do, and on the other hand is what you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have the confidence to know that both will end up in the same conclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but the struggle and the wait is just killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever you are near, you got to be so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever we share our hearts, i got to stop mine from crying out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you ever know the pain it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To see you try to put me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i know that it is the best way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although i know that it is the right way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But i just can't help wishing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;begging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when our hearts will collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O, how i regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O, how i hate myself for letting you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How i wish i can turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and never let you walk me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would hold on you so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that even if the sky will fall tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i will not let you go with all my might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have learnt to treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have learnt to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have learnt to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And have learnt to sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though these lessons were not taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but were nailed into me by the tears i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swore never again will i let you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swore never again will i let you fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never again will you ever have to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;neglected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause my love for you has grown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my love for you has been trialled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will keep my words short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my actions long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause losing you, has been the worst day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now all i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is wait, pray and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To put on a strong front for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While i cry in my secret place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only God will see these tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will always be here for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as a friend that you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As long as i can be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my tears and cries are all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause love is the the sacrifice of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the benefit and happiness of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just wish that the happiness can include us both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&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/27451044-2099500331408912518?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/2099500331408912518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=2099500331408912518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/2099500331408912518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/2099500331408912518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-will-hear-my-cry_15.html' title='who will hear my cry?'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-7222277351455351057</id><published>2010-07-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:11:48.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really don't have anything to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm stuck at home for the past 2 days and really without any inputs, there can hardly be any outputs. Interesting outputs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think this is like the 3rd attempt to revive my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Changed the skin and all that but seriously, keeping a blog is hard work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, Calista' gone to Cambodia to be a hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trying (and i emphasize trying) to teach the kids there some english. I think its a wonderful thing that YMCA (i think) i doing organising these kind of OCIP, but they should really go make sure the people that actually go there and teach are of qualified capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, they don't need to have like a degree or masters from NIE whatsoever. As long as their common sense actually make sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So lets evaluate Calista's capability in teaching the poor kids in Cambodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We will just skip the entire chapter on basic survival skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyone who knows Calista, just 1 iota-bit about her will find the "WILL NEVER SURVIVE ON HER OWN, EVEN IN SINGAPORE" alert sign screaming in their face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So since its an obvious fact that will soon be added to the Dictionary of Common Sense and Basic Knowledge, lets not waste our time. How can she even make it to Cambodia, safely and return safely even if the flight back is immediately after her flight there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So moving on to the next chapter, General Knowledge &amp;amp; Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Calista's general knowledge, well lets just put it as it exist but it isn't working. It's amazing how something she can miss the simplest and most basic knowledge of things. I don't even know if they bother to teach those things in school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How do you learn general knowledge and common sense? As the name apply, shouldn't it be rather common to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its difficult to find actual examples as examples need to be unique, significant and something that is obvious from other day to day living, its difficult when it comes to Calista cause there is no unique, significant or special events in her life that does not deviate from having no common sense, so the only example is her entire life's work! Yes it can be considered as a work of art to be able to achieve that level (low level) of common sense living. She has gone where no man or woman has gone before. Deeper than the great oceanic trenches and lower than the worst scums in the this world. It is truly a feat worth celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In this third chapter, we will discuss the specific knowledge of Calista. Since we have just gone through the real basic stuff, lets jump to something a little more challenging, but not too much. Let us talk about the Universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As everyone knows, yes including Calista knows this one, we all live on Earth, it is round, really really huge and well its where we all stay. So from there, we move on to our closest neighbor, the moon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The moon is also round and has many holes. Probably cause they don't really have any face wash for them in outer space. Next in line is well the bunch of 8 (yes some argue that pluto is not and some say there is planet x, so lets just base this argument on my science textbook back in Primary 4 ok?!) other planets that is rotating around our sun! Everyone coming along fine? *check on Calista* yup she is still around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So we all know that the Sun (or a star if your an alien from a planet 10 000 lightyears away) together with the 9 planets, including Earth, forms what we know as the Solar System.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From here on, if you can visualise, Calista would jump or fall off the elevator of knowledge, down into the pit of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because in the unexplored mind of Calista, that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What do I mean by that's it? That is Calista's answer if you were to ask her "How big is our Universe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!!!I know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMG!&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/27451044-7222277351455351057?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/7222277351455351057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=7222277351455351057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7222277351455351057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7222277351455351057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2010/07/cambodia.html' title='Cambodia'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-6077188239199780733</id><published>2010-07-26T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:59:22.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again - soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Pastor Bobby talked about Cultural Mandate and how we should engage the culture.&lt;br /&gt;Another point that really impacted me was about feeding our soul. And all along when I thought that I am somewhat engaging towards the pop culture, I realised that I have not been actually feeding my soul and letting the Arts or Pop Culture "re-create" my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why my soul seems so shut-down, emotionally as well as in the energy level I have in whatever that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to feed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best and definitely easiest way one can feed the soul and allow ourselves to express our innermost feelings and conditions is writing. Though there are many other forms, such as fashion where one can express the inward outward or music where one can release the inward through the outward, writing I personally feel is the cheapest and most direct form of communication between the world and our soul.&lt;br /&gt;Its not for people to read (though it will be good as the nourishment of one's soul can also nourish another) but its just to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of expression is what we need.&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/27451044-6077188239199780733?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6077188239199780733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6077188239199780733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6077188239199780733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6077188239199780733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-again-soul.html' title='Back again - soul'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-6550213007329666040</id><published>2008-12-30T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:55:35.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div&gt;its one after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no hope for sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushed to the corner with no where to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cornered animal is the most dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ready to strike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ready to fight back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hair standing on its ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes opening so wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it darkens on its sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly a panda appears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to rush all my projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-6550213007329666040?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6550213007329666040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6550213007329666040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6550213007329666040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6550213007329666040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-3779372845450603180</id><published>2008-12-07T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:12:14.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession proof</title><content type='html'>man!&lt;br /&gt;wad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; john &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;avanzini&lt;/span&gt; said today was kinda scary! world recession worst than the great depression? how more depression can the it be? the greater depression?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, but i am recession proofed!&lt;br /&gt;i guess the hardest part is to really believe that its gonna happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pst&lt;/span&gt; said something right at me this week, when you rest too much after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;asia&lt;/span&gt; conference, it will bring you really down and it will then take really long before you get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;asia&lt;/span&gt; conference was REALLY tiring!&lt;br /&gt;and now school is also trying to compete with AC in the "who is the busiest institution" contest, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; becoming more and more certain that there is a conspiracy in this. somehow god is making Asia Conference and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; drama rehearsals and my school work, project and exams clash so bad like its the big bang, so that i will be super super tired that i will stay at home more often after all these are over and answer the prayer (well she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; really pray) of my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;sound debrief by Raj was a real long one.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess one of the biggest things he said was that we gotta get out of our mental prison of limitations. he told us some of his stories back when he was just a rookie in church and how now he has to sign of millions of dollars every year for the church and stuff, its like 70% if i remember correctly...&lt;br /&gt;gosh, joining sound ministry really pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to mugging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-3779372845450603180?l=portabledestination.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-27451044.post-6080968981461876235</id><published>2008-12-05T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:31:29.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling empty</title><content type='html'>honestly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i am doing so well after asia conference.&lt;br /&gt;its so inspiring but i dunno y im so so tired when it ended.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its cause i didnt guard myself properly and let myself slacked off too much.&lt;br /&gt;its time i buck up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thank god for his grace&lt;br /&gt;whenever we mess up, sometimes really BIG time&lt;br /&gt;He is always there, all prepared to help us get on our feet again and move on.&lt;br /&gt;even when you feel that u messed up so bad and so long&lt;br /&gt;damn i feel like i did all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bucking up now=)&lt;div 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present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-2463791861157286992</id><published>2008-12-02T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:22:11.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school week</title><content type='html'>this week's school sure is packed...&lt;br /&gt;with a individual submission on fri, then a test on sat morning followed by another individual field study on tuesday and now yet another test tomorrow (wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kinda wonder what the lecturers do in the staffroom. i have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers hate each other!&lt;br /&gt;why? apparently they do not like to talk to each other, furthermore discuss about their work and the timetables of their classes. Which is why i am positively sure is the major contributing factor to our crappy deadlines and seemingly "this am the only subject you are talking" or "this is the only subject with any test or project" notion from each lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to read more,&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why this decision suddenly came into my head but i believe that reading more really helps with one's communication skills. yes i can tell my english is not really on the high flyer's league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reading my 54 pages notes on E-business.&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;i know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-2463791861157286992?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/2463791861157286992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-27451044.post-5746744382786319981</id><published>2008-09-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:08:55.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cody cody</title><content type='html'>no matter how cute this fellow is&lt;br /&gt;sometimes!, just sometimes, he can turn into a little devil and get on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-5746744382786319981?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/5746744382786319981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=5746744382786319981' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and&lt;div&gt;just around last week, reports of a hurricane heading towards the southern states and central america came up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was ike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kinda weird how they name these hurricanes and if you notice, mostly are all female names like katrina, rita, isabel and many more, hmmmm... tells you something doesnt it=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, ike is predicted to enter the gulf of mexico, where it will pick up speed and water and stuff, which will make it into a category 2 and even a cat 3 hurricane, which by now reports are saying that we can might as well take it as a cat 3 cause its wind speeds are hitting 100 miles per hour, that is like about, 160km and that is pretty fast and can get even faster. the thing about these figures is that, its not the say max speed or anything, its the prevailing ones, so you would like get these winds and of course lots of rain too for about a few hours to a few days straight, that's pretty sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are currently still monitoring that news and, HAHA for once am looking at the weather channel for more than just a few seconds, to get the latest report on ike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its quite amazing how wide and long the hurricane will hit when it hits the land, probably early sat morning of friday night, from the whole stretch of Texas's coast and part of Louisiana, it will head inland to Dallas, and all the way into the inland states like alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today when mum and my dad got home, we started preparing for it, had to move all the "flyable" and movable things in the yard into the garage and that was ALOT of things to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just digging in and hopefully it will pass without much damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its kinda exciting too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and the phone died, so i cant call out=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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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-27451044.post-6014311346491338841</id><published>2008-08-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:45:06.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exams exams exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 down 1 to go =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-6014311346491338841?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6014311346491338841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6014311346491338841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6014311346491338841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6014311346491338841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-3332323204748770574</id><published>2008-08-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:27:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was walking to marina square through CityLink&lt;br /&gt;and i walk pass the NewUrbanMale store&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;a very interesting brown shirt that had a very peculiar slogan printed&lt;br /&gt;"if you can take the shit, i can take the pain"&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who dun get it&lt;br /&gt;its ok, its a sign that you are still innocent&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/27451044-3332323204748770574?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/3332323204748770574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=3332323204748770574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3332323204748770574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3332323204748770574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/gay.html' title='gay!'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-432017004329491461</id><published>2008-08-19T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:15:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love guru</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to watch movie with calista at marina square&lt;div&gt;haha! love guru was a funny show but somehow it didnt really meet up with the expectations that you have for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tot that it would be funny, but it turned out to be mostly just nonsensical with just some intelligent humors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think its still worth watching if you got money to spare and time to spend=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, one of the most funny thing that movie said was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B - asic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I - nstructions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B - efore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L - eaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E - arth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funni! and there are alot more of this nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the show is basically about this american born, grew up in india, follow the guru way guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that became the famous love guru and he is very rich and successful etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he is hired to help this ice hockey team's star player who just fall out of marriage and is affecting his playing and the team's hope of getting the stanley cup guy to fix him up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there is these 5 steps that he must follow to be 'cured'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course things happens and this and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then got crisis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then got solution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then revelation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite typical setting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Jessica Alba is so hot! and justin timberlake is funny haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SKrxmSaTjCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RFvptWVgWfo/s320/normal_the-love-guru-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SKrxmSaTjCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RFvptWVgWfo/s72-c/normal_the-love-guru-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451044.post-7532626074703900248</id><published>2008-08-15T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:03:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corporate photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SK7jYgbU-AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KBENFsIEOX0/s1600-h/IMG_2725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SK7jYgbU-AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KBENFsIEOX0/s320/IMG_2725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237373426839386114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the last day of school&lt;div&gt;and we had our Business Etiquette tutorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got back our corporate photos which we look a long way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kinda saw everyone's "transformation" from the day we entered TP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the corporate photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess they wanted to show us how effective the tutorial was at transforming our image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! i dun think it it will stay for long=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they took alot and i didnt smile for all of them and this is the only one that they took while i was laughing at i forgot who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but haix, its ok i guess... i think every employer would want to interview me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-7532626074703900248?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/7532626074703900248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=7532626074703900248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7532626074703900248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7532626074703900248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/corporate-photo.html' title='corporate photo'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SK7jYgbU-AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KBENFsIEOX0/s72-c/IMG_2725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451044.post-4375813065982854121</id><published>2008-08-15T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:44:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to fly away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am so looking forward to a long holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-27451044.post-2895759190404667592</id><published>2008-08-12T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:52:45.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went prawn-fishing with n341 on friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SKHLGl4e3WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ay6d3shyEXs/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P6gs4jlLusc/SKHLGl4e3WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ay6d3shyEXs/s400/P1010112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233687556089896290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27451044.post-6297395915237224499</id><published>2008-08-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:37:59.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love and hate</title><content type='html'>sometimes i love you&lt;div&gt;sometimes i really feel like hating you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so difficult, a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well but it is also true that nothing worth doing in life is ever easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if its not easy, its worth doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since the day that i've started, i have never regretted it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes there are times when i just feeling like strangling myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just punching against the pillow, although i end up with the wall instead, which led to much bleeding and pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you get so unreasonable i feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soooo irritating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so ARGH! that i just feel like throwing the phone out of the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank god i havent cause i know i will regret the moment i hear the crack against the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we quarrel, i sometimes feel like i became the incarnate of the devil, all the boils, the steam, the @*%#!&amp;amp;#$@* in my mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently it got worst, not that the quarreling got worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its just that whenever we quarrel, i kinda get affected quite alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and realise i am getting emo =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but despite all these anger, irritation and ARGH at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still did not regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course at that moment when we quarrel, i will be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WALOU that @&amp;amp;#%^#$@@$ stupid idiotic stubborn short smelly calista!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in my heart, i will still be thinking and laughing at myself and at u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although on the outside i might still appear angry, cold or even ignoring u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im surprise even that inside i can have this split personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sometimes dunno how to describe these feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where u can be sooooooo angry at that idiot but still love that idiot so much at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its sometimes an irritating feeling cause u can wholeheartedly just be angry with that idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cutelovelysweetcaringsacrifisingprettysmartblurirritatingstubborncrybaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, i complain finish le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-6297395915237224499?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6297395915237224499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6297395915237224499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6297395915237224499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6297395915237224499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-hate.html' title='love and hate'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-6856610270082673953</id><published>2008-08-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:46:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go china go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea china is leading in the medal tally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes yes the chinaman is showing some love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his quite dried up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-6856610270082673953?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6856610270082673953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6856610270082673953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6856610270082673953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6856610270082673953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-china-go.html' title='go china go!'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-5193870581003223552</id><published>2008-08-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:44:32.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>its amazing how fast things can turn around in life.&lt;div&gt;a moment is never too short for the world to fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i am feeling so emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but NOT cause i got nothing to do but just because things arent going to well. in fact i cant really remember when things were alright for me in my life. i guess sometimes u get so busy with life itself that u overlook the problems there are and pretend that all is fine when u are actually rotting on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that is wad's happening, but i dun think its as serious as im rotting (wooh, wouldnt smell that good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tend to wonder, just let my mind drift and go wherever it feels like going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that there is this one place that it will always without fail either end up or drift past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is the question that i have always asked myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how is it like to be in a normal family. I know that every family have their issues, everyone have their stories to tell and everyone got their own skeletons in their closets. so when i say normal, i dun mean a perfect happy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, that dun sound normal to me, whether im right or not it doesnt matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my memory fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a portion it still holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the time far far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when things were just how it was suppose to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were so poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so poor that the only electrical appliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was our faithful rice cooker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no TV, no nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life was simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little by little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but filled with joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be sprinkled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad and mum were holding hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leading them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i remembered was after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we would go down for a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;round and round the old estate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where many playgrounds use to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we would go from the one to the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dad and mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would watch me play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never getting tired of the same old place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then as time past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it flew so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into school and out of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passing my exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but never enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it all went into a spiral down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till now where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad is miles away over the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with his new family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it forgetting me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mum is miles apart from where we start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone i no longer know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am miles away from where i wan to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least someone i feel safe&lt;/div&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/27451044-5193870581003223552?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/5193870581003223552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=5193870581003223552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5193870581003223552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5193870581003223552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-7820809353241869706</id><published>2008-08-03T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:45:37.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me as i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;day after day&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and pray&lt;br /&gt;wishing there would be&lt;br /&gt;someone who sees a better me&lt;br /&gt;i may not understand&lt;br /&gt;why heaven made me as i am&lt;br /&gt;if you look deep inside&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure a treasure you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me in spite of everything&lt;br /&gt;will you still hold me&lt;br /&gt;just like the day of my first breath&lt;br /&gt;my doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;mistakes and tears&lt;br /&gt;all mixed with happiness&lt;br /&gt;this is who i am&lt;br /&gt;will you love me as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not get a perfect score&lt;br /&gt;in all the things you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;not asking for more&lt;br /&gt;all my faults will you ignore&lt;br /&gt;please see the good inside&lt;br /&gt;will your love cross this great divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-song&lt;br /&gt;i think its rather appropriate for angel=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-7820809353241869706?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/7820809353241869706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=7820809353241869706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7820809353241869706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/7820809353241869706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-me-as-i-am.html' title='Love me as i am'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-7341135163211472633</id><published>2008-08-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:41:38.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>charger=(</title><content type='html'>walou, &lt;div&gt;i forgot to bring my laptop the charger home! left it in church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haix, tonight my laptop can only last for like 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we take things for granted when they are always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for that split moment in life when it leaves the convenience of your reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you realise how important it is to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and without it, something so small and seemingly so insignificant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you become rendered so helpless and powerless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your life is put on halt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is nothing you can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my charger=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls learn to treasure the things and people around you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not eat curry porkchop with rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got rashes all over my body after eating that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant stand all the emo blogskins out there! cant seem to find a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-7341135163211472633?l=portabledestination.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-27451044.post-6860215685792264181</id><published>2008-07-31T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:44:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he looked upon you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while you walk up those steps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the view of your back he sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the closest it got was in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he hugged you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he hides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for your former is yet to depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to make room for the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh angel would you ever see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh angel would you ever hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for my heart is bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life a knife down the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with each step you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;each step taken away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with my arms aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yearning to close them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shut, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with only you in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here my tears are rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;down the cheeks of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiting for you to clean them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and to shine your light into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where i can see you living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where you belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-this is dedicated for a friend! dun give up when you dun feel like giving up ok?! OooOsH!&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/27451044-6860215685792264181?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6860215685792264181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6860215685792264181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6860215685792264181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6860215685792264181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-looked-upon-you-while-you-walk-up.html' title='from behind'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-3796271018522570435</id><published>2008-04-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:34:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square root of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 16px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m sure that I will always be&lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three is all that’s good and right,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the vicious square root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;br /&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quietly co-waltzing by,&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;With the wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me has been renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-3796271018522570435?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/3796271018522570435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=3796271018522570435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3796271018522570435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3796271018522570435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/square-root-of-3.html' title='Square root of 3'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-2480387353266580374</id><published>2008-04-28T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:48:51.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 36, 36);   "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;black or white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white (depends but i guess black is kinda boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coke or pepsi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;darkness or light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light of course (but ppl need darkness every once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;indoors or outdoors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rock or country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;london or paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;girl or guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;computer or television &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;friendster or facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun like both actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;urban or country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are you at home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are you listening to music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are you wearing a shirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is your air-con on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how do you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are you wearing any jewellery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not when im gonna sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is your computer/laptop lagging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is your hair combed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes actually, surprising ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what color chair are you sitting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what is the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a stupid question (agree with jong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do you ever want to immigrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, to China or USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;marriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what will be your ideal job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;businessman, CEO of some big hotel, work for xtron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how old do you want to live to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#736F6E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what is your lifelong goal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earn lots of money to feed the hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 36, 36);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 36, 36);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- courtesy of jong's blog, tot that it was interesting haha...&lt;/span&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/27451044-2480387353266580374?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/2480387353266580374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=2480387353266580374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/2480387353266580374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/2480387353266580374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/abt.html' title='abt'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-4896036858896799944</id><published>2008-04-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:20:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay</title><content type='html'>YES!&lt;div&gt;i watched Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for kids under 18, watch it online when its out ok? but there is a reason it is M18, its like on the verge to become R21 any moment haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the movie was hilarious, especially with the occasional nudity of very, hmmm how shall i put it, unexpected areas and some with a twist to it. so its really funny! i really recommend those 18 and above to go catch this movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is this really nice nerdy poem recited by Kumar (supposed to be written by him in the story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called the square root of 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really nice and very interesting how the actual writer tot abt it, must have been a real mathematical nerd to accomplish such a feat! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqvPDRuIlDw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/harold-and-kumar-escape-from-guantanamo.html' title='harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-2813042734933500124</id><published>2008-04-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:56:03.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kite runner</title><content type='html'>well, recently i bought a novel called kite runner and its really quite interesting. for all u dun read books folks out there, dun read this then ok? but u shd really try this activity call reading, its really not that difficult! haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i read something interesting in the book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the father was telling the son that there is only 1 sin in this world, and that is thief. all other sins are a form of thief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like when u kill someone, u rob him of his life, rob his wife of a husband, his children of a father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when u cheat, u rob someone of fairness, when u lie, u rob someone of his right to truth, etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well and u think about it, its kinda true isnt it? that at the end of the day, we are robbing someone of something, no matter abstract or physical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some food for ur tot^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-2813042734933500124?l=portabledestination.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-27451044.post-3511470792026306091</id><published>2008-04-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:04:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so lazy</title><content type='html'>im so lazy!&lt;div&gt;but then again, my life took a turn and yipee! im happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to serve in children church this coming sat, hope expo dun suddenly need someone to do stage again^^ but then again, i dun mind doing stage too, so... come wad may!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the thing i wanted to write about is wad i read from the book "7 habits of highly effective people"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i havent finish reading the entire book, but only managed to cover the tip of the ice berg of this monumental work by Stephen R.Covey, whoever this fella is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although this book was written like very long time ago, back in the 20th century (which is the 1900s for those who dunno) there are many truth in the book that well, changes how we see things and understand the world around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first thing the impacted me the most from this book was its direct address that modern era have over focused it eyes on the importance of Personality Ethics, instead of Character Ethics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personality Ethics is the focus of personality traits, attitude, behavior and mindset that attributes to success and effective living. So common sayings like your attitude determines your altitude, think positive and so forth are said to be the main attributor to success and in a way have made ppl think that its the only way to success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is this Character Ethic, which is the focus of basic effectively living principles such as integrity, humility, courage, patience, etc that is the main contributor to success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, maybe im losing some of u already but the main thing that its trying to say is that, yes personality ethics like having positive mindset and a good attitude are important to one's achievement of success but these are only secondary when compared to one's character. One might find success by applying only the personality ethics, but in the long run, such success will not be lasting or endearing. like wad they always say, your talent might bring you to a level but u will need your character to stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so therefore, personality ethics are beneficial to success, but afterall they are secondary. focus on primary foundations that build character first, then applying these secondary traits would bring not only effective success, but also enduring happiness ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this is not too confusing =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-3511470792026306091?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/3511470792026306091/comments/default' title='Post 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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-27451044.post-7250639763865644070</id><published>2008-04-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:01:49.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orchestra tired</title><content type='html'>sorry, today very very tired...&lt;div&gt;all credit to the orchestra performance so have to serve on sunday, which requires me to reach expo at 7am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes are so tired they are closing already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will blog abt something that i wanna write about for a few le tomorrow=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-7250639763865644070?l=portabledestination.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-27451044.post-6176108469844544516</id><published>2008-04-03T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:33:12.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life house everything</title><content type='html'>this is a skit that a dear friend introduced me to&lt;div&gt;it is about the love of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im amazed by the simplicity and creativity but yet powerful the message nevertheless is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-6176108469844544516?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/6176108469844544516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=6176108469844544516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6176108469844544516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/6176108469844544516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-house-everything.html' title='life house everything'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-8231429608280880220</id><published>2008-04-02T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:29:30.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep more</title><content type='html'>i really need to sleep more and earlier these days&lt;div&gt;the late nights are taking its toll on my skin and large pimples are coming on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im stuck in a cross-road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kind when u wan to take this path but you are not so sure about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the other, you know its the better path, but someone might get hurt out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which should i take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life need a reset button and a volume control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reset button first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life seemingly has become more and more meaningless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same old everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when school start, the same routine of chasing after that distinction, that grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon, it will be chasing against time, to complete projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mugging for exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, the cycle continues all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BORING!&lt;/div&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/27451044-8231429608280880220?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/8231429608280880220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=8231429608280880220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/8231429608280880220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/8231429608280880220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleep-more.html' title='sleep more'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-692301566996487966</id><published>2008-04-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:06:03.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east to west</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the lyrics to the song by Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;East to West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it really showed me just how far God's grave and mercy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hope it will bless you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here I am Lord and I'm drowning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In your sea of forgetfulness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The chains of yesterday surround me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I yearn for peace and rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to end up where you found me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it echoes in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keeps me awake tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you've cast my sins as far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I stand before you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As though I've never sinned but today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like I'm just one mistake away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From you leaving me this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus can you show me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just how far the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come rising up in me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I start the day the war begins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Endless reminding of my sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time and time again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your [T]ruth is drowned out by the storm I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From you leaving me this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus can you show me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just how far the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come rising up in me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you've washed me white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turned my darkness into light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need your peace to get me through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To get me through this night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't live by what I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But by the truth your word reveals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not holding on to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But your holding on to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your holding on to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus, you know just how far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't have to see the man I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come rising up in me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(The arms of your mercy I find rest) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other(x2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Just how far, the East is from the West) (x3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From one scarred hand to the other&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/27451044-692301566996487966?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/692301566996487966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=692301566996487966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/692301566996487966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/692301566996487966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/east-to-west.html' title='east to west'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-5983916727523296820</id><published>2008-04-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:39:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this blessed day when u were born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when God finally put His marvelous creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;into this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this day the sky was blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;without a single cloud in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the trees were green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the breeze was gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this perfect day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a cry broke out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yet, its a cry that brings joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a baby girl was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so pretty and innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so bliss and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like the icing on a Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this little girl was to this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a day that celebrates you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a day when all others dun matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;only you take centre stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was lucky to know this wonderful soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to have at least touched its grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to have at least been a part of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to have at least, to have at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;having gave the world so much so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all i can do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is to wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is to hope and have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that one day she herself will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;someone just as fine&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/27451044-5983916727523296820?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/5983916727523296820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=5983916727523296820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5983916727523296820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/5983916727523296820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-3669114735045996698</id><published>2008-03-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:41:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the busket list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back and once again&lt;br /&gt;the tales of Bilbo Baggins&lt;br /&gt;oops, i meant colby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life changed quite abit and well, still need time to adjust to this change.&lt;br /&gt;change is the only constant and how true is that&lt;br /&gt;time is always changing, every sec past is a time gone, a moment of life spent, a step closer to the end&lt;br /&gt;watching the movie: The Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;they said that in a survey, 95% of the respondents said that, if they could know the exact time of their departure in advance, they would rather choose not to know.&lt;br /&gt;which will u be?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it will really depend where i stand in life.&lt;br /&gt;if im really young, i MIGHT wanna know, as i would still have many years ahead and if i know how much time i have left, i suppose i would really treasure my time and make every sec of my life count. but i might not wanna know as it will take away the 'fun' of life itself, knowing things of the future isnt how life is planned out to be and i suppose there will be some negative effects to knowing when u will die.&lt;br /&gt;but if im old, i guess i might not wanna know. i dun think its really a good thing to know when u are going to die, especially when u arent left with much to begin with anymore. then again, in the movie, its because they knew how much time they have left that did it changed their life brought peace to themselves and recognition of who they are to the people in their life.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its really up to each individual.&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps one reason why people dun wanna know might be because they are afraid that after knowing, there will be changes in their life, and as ppl dun really like changes, they tend to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i will lean more to the 5% crowd&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i know when im gonna kick the bucket, and with god by my side,&lt;br /&gt;i guess it would be a good thing, stop all my procrastinations, remove all my fears, take away all distractions and just bash towards my destiny. making my life count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie also talked abt how do u measure ur life at the end of the last breathe&lt;br /&gt;is it by the achievements u have managed to attained?&lt;br /&gt;or the people u leave behind?&lt;br /&gt;the ancient egyptians have a beautiful belief about death. that at the end of ur life, u will stand before a gate and the 'gods' would ask u 2 qns.&lt;br /&gt;1) have u found joy in ur life&lt;br /&gt;2) have others found joy thru ur life&lt;br /&gt;these answers would determine ur fate and i guess during then, its not really easy to say 'yes' to both question.&lt;br /&gt;the first might be considerably easy to answer as im sure most would be able to find joy in life, especially when u marry the person u love, its said that true love feels like heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;but the latter, we might have to think about. have our lifes brought joy to the people around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the busket list is a nice movie, a typical nice movie i would say.&lt;br /&gt;so if ur looking for a movie to laugh ur hearts out, this is NOT the movie.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its a worthy movie to watch, especially during off peak periods =)&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/27451044-3669114735045996698?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/3669114735045996698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=3669114735045996698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3669114735045996698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/3669114735045996698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2008/03/busket-list.html' title='the busket list'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-4855943927786128834</id><published>2007-12-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:19:21.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;alrite, im back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;due to popular demand, the irresistible colby, is back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, happy now desiree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, finally the exams for our mid-sem are over and well, i just wanna say that we, my friends and i, had a great time on tuesday... ain't i right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: i dun believe that a blog should be a place where ppl come and dump their own day's itinerary for ppl to get bored over. in fact i think that a blog should be a place where you express yourself and to all the dumb ppl out there that can't tell the diff between expressing yourself and boring others, well... i dun really know how to help you so dun bother^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, i just got to recommend the place that we ate steamboat at... its some sichuan ma la place at bugis and for just 15 bucks per person, you get to eat all you like and mind you it was delicious... whoever that thinks that the steamboat at marina bay was fantastic, wait till you tried what i've tried... its not about the fact that its a buffet but more like you will feel comfortable eating there. i mean how many times have you ate at marina bay and at the end you dun really feel like you ate anything cause everything was either burnt or just not appetizing? well, words are words after all, so to all those who got a few bucks to spend, put my recommendation to the test and pls try to make reservations before going there cause its really popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and i just got to say this. Singaporeans, what in the name of the father got almighty is wrong with you ppl? did something catastrophic happen to the bloodline of singapore in the past? why, and i repeat myself, WHY is it that you guys (and i meant guys mostly) just can't get yourself off all the vulgarities? this goes out especially to all the ah beng wannabes, do you seriously, i mean seriously, think that shouting a whole bunch of vulgarities will make you seem cool? do you seriously think that knowing a whole dictionary worth of vulgarities would impress that girl at the bus stop? give me a break! and now suddenly i am reminded of something, i dun think those ah beng wannabes would read and in fact understand and comprehend this vast information that i am trying to shove down their stubborn, wayward, tiny brain! wenhui, if you see this, i am really just fed up of seeing and listening to these bunch of retards from the pit of twit valley trying to seem cool with their overly long fringe, over sized ugly design IP zone kinda of t-shirt, 3 quarter pants that obviously is my grandma's fashion and the classic converse slipper (you know those kinda that is kinda like cloth type furry looking with a big fat strip across your feet showing all your toes that kind?) and blasting their really tasteless playlist on their really lousy sound quality phone on a really noisy bus and their talking to their fellow mismatches as if they own the bus and all the *** **** ******** *uc* $%^#@#*^*#! and at the same time thinking that they are really really cool and shuai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for all the bad english and seemingly wrong sentence structure. but thinking about them and writing about them had somehow influenced me. *yuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer 2: i still love them! but i just dislike them and i cant stand them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really dunno what to write now that its ruined by the ah beng culture! GOD, DELIVER ME FROM EVIL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;take care everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;colby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-4855943927786128834?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/4855943927786128834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=4855943927786128834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well maybe sometimes is an understatement but dun anyone think tat blogging is kinda tiresome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and time consuming? which makes me wonder how there are some ppl out there tat spent hours blogging and reading other's blogs... is it so interesting? is there so much tat you wanna tell everyone and will it even be read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;erm, many things had happened sinced i last blogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and its interesting how so much so much can happen but somehow you just dun feel the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its like everything is nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(understand? can your simple mind comprehend the vast knowledge tat i'm trying to funnel down to you? ^ ^ joking...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life on the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life smooth and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life rough and beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;forget wadever i just wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you were walking along the road and see 8 scattered coins on the floor, wad does your intelligence tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;someone must have drop it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you see 8 coins stacked neatly 4 by 4 next to each other, wad does your intelligence tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;someone must have put it there intentionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;because it shows intelligent design of law and order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so when you look ard your world and wad your science teacher tells you, tat we live in a universe of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LAW AND ORDER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so wad does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the universe was not created by random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but by wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AN INTELLIGENT DESIGN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do you conprehend this??? wow isn't it? well enless you can prove to me tat thru random you can produce a product of order eg. randomly throwing the coins till they get stacked 4 by 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dun argue ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-116127442066984153?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/116127442066984153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=116127442066984153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/116127442066984153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/116127442066984153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-some-time.html' title='been some time'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115721622736138905</id><published>2006-09-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:57:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting beside you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;put your head on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for once in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even for just a short while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it seemed enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to satisfy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after a long hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not a hunger for the natural things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but a hunger for more than wad the world can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a thirst for the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a thirst for tat touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;finally today i get a taste of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even if its not the fullness of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but just a little of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;makes the difference between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gave.the.seat.to.an.auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115721622736138905?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115721622736138905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115721622736138905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115721622736138905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115721622736138905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/09/sitting-beside-you.html' title='sitting beside you'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115625350154945273</id><published>2006-08-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:14:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>precious gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for everything and anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have the free will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i give the free will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;choices made by this free will is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115625350154945273?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115625350154945273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115625350154945273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115625350154945273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115625350154945273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/precious-gift.html' title='precious gift'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115625293864592369</id><published>2006-08-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:22:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>body check up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today went to CMPB, central man power base to have my body check up for NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im not going to enlist into NS, just tat by right have to since im not in any school right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but will get the thingy to postpone it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was a unique experience, first time having a full body check up ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and when i heard joel said tat alot of the medics in the army are like gays or sissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i tot he was just joking or at least not tat serious but oh my tian he is so very serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i saw alot alot, not all, of those medics tat are in uniform and they are, well some had the word i am gay written all over their face while others are just a little more femine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i had to do blood test, dental, eye, x-ray, etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and there was this station 6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when i opened the door and got in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i realised why it is the only station with the doors closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everyone in it was half naked ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we got to strip down to our pants and do some body check up like ECG for our heart and chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then height and weight and blood pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then there we are suppose to see the doctor and show him our, erm... under there for a brief moment ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i dun think they will allow the "fabulous" to be doctors right? i hope not ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway they told me i got a very slight colour blindness and an not so good nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i got into PesB wadever tat is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then came the long wait for some i think its IQ thingy test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was so so tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;imagine having to do 23 questions in 11 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and they test on maths, physic, logic, some rotaional thingy tat i really dunno wad they wan me to do and many IQ questions. think i did not so well except for my physic one ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but pls dun let them post mi into engineer (heard they are really xin ku from Mac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this check up is kinda useless cause it will expire in one years time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i still got to go thru poly before entering NS, so its pointless and a big big waste of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we were told tat the whole thing shd last for only abt 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i reported at 9.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and only got out at 2 going to 3 pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ya right, 2 hours *hmph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, thanks ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;was so bored waitiing *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115625293864592369?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115625293864592369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115625293864592369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115625293864592369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115625293864592369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/body-check-up.html' title='body check up'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115592076566801238</id><published>2006-08-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:06:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so near yet so far poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leaning against the wall of the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;feeling the rumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the tumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the sound of the crowd around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but all seemed silent and still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the world around seemed unimportant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as they slide away from my vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everyone seemed to paused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the world seemed to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've entered my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my world i wish for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this alone i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tat time can reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back to the night when i was holding a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;standing against the railing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my world i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that tat day will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tat the walk will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the wait will never stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and hope my mum will never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my world i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tat i can live alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without tat woman tat i'm made to call mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and without tat man i've to call dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad have they given me tat i can call precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is it only because i was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and so im in debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then i wish for my world to really come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where no one dies or gets hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where i can sit by the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and no longer will i have to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sick of crying sick of quarrelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sick of this so near yet so far crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all i wan is so near and so near it stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115592076566801238?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115592076566801238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115592076566801238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115592076566801238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115592076566801238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-near-yet-so-far-poem.html' title='so near yet so far poem'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115591996000743720</id><published>2006-08-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:52:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so near yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dun mean for it to be like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its not the normal jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but just a jealousy tat i wish i can be like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to be able to be myself and do the things i want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;did God gave me desires and feelings only to be asked to be subjected to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then why give me any when all i am expected to do is to do wad You wan me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have been thinking abt your question or more like wad you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i too wished tat i can do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to dun care abt wad everyone else thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i feel so weak if i do tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can i not last for just a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but its only a week and time seemed to be crawling so slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why can't time move faster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why must it purposely make me suffer even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;too much la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dunno how to or wad to say to express how it feels like now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but in short, i dun like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dun like a single bit of it at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wish sometimes i can just be like how i was last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can just say i dun care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i can't anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115591996000743720?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115591996000743720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115591996000743720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115591996000743720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115591996000743720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so near yet so far'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115572555954052412</id><published>2006-08-16T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:52:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever get the feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ever get the feeling tat you are all alone?&lt;br /&gt;got no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;you dun speak much with your mum&lt;br /&gt;and the who you wan to speak to you can't&lt;br /&gt;then i was told to turn to God&lt;br /&gt;yes he understands&lt;br /&gt;and yes he knows&lt;br /&gt;but then there is a limit where he can help you isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;he is still god afterall and i am just a motal-being&lt;br /&gt;there is a distance btw us no matter how close you get&lt;br /&gt;cause he can't literally touch you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad now?&lt;br /&gt;but to keep it all down&lt;br /&gt;to press it hard and stomp it up&lt;br /&gt;to find this little box&lt;br /&gt;and putting it all in&lt;br /&gt;and hoping tat you can keep it close until the time is to open it up again&lt;br /&gt;you try to hide it so tat you wouldn't think abt it&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you just can't seem to escape from it&lt;br /&gt;for it will appear before you again and again&lt;br /&gt;then you cry&lt;br /&gt;but you are happy at the same time&lt;br /&gt;because you actually love the content of the box&lt;br /&gt;but just can't take it out&lt;br /&gt;so then again you try to put it aside&lt;br /&gt;and move on&lt;br /&gt;for the time-being&lt;br /&gt;but it just appear before you again and again&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you go, you bring along your phone&lt;br /&gt;even if its just to the living room or the the showers, you will make sure your phone is with you and not in silent mode. but then when you begin thinking abt your actions, you laugh and how stupid can you get? your phone will never ring again or will it beep when a msg comes in&lt;br /&gt;so why are you still holding on to it where ever you go?&lt;br /&gt;then i said&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i just can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more.than.this&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/27451044-115572555954052412?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115572555954052412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115572555954052412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115572555954052412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115572555954052412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-get-feeling.html' title='ever get the feeling'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115460166438021601</id><published>2006-08-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:41:04.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past the excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ever wonder who on earth is reading your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then sometimes ppl who read your blog thinks too much abt wad you write and suspision starts... haha, tat the fun of  blogs i think, you get to say things and be stupid abt wad you say so ppl can't fault you for saying it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;was reading a book by Dr Phil (dunno spell correctly a not cause i returned the book already) and its not the ccc pastor, its some expert love doctor and he wrote a book called Women are stupid and men are dumb. its kinda interesting, dunno why i borrowed it but it just caught my attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, he point out a very important and i think, well, important issue on the difference btw BGRs and marriage couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he said tat when you get into a relationship, there will always be alot of initial excitements and passions tat will be going on and it is a wonderful time. but he said tat the difference btw the touch and go BGRs and the marriage kind is tat after all the initial excitements have gone, it is then tat the deciding factor comes to whether the relationship will last or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he said tat during tat period of time, both parties are able to think clearer and often begin asking if tat man or woman is who they are going to and willing to spend the rest of their lifes with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;think tat is so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its when commitment sets in do touch and go couples break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;marriage is a new chapter of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tat comes after engagement ring, then wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and wad follows it is often suffer-ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wahaha... joking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can't wait for pst kong to continue of the marriage series... its so interesting ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.am.serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115460166438021601?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115460166438021601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115460166438021601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115460166438021601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115460166438021601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-excitement.html' title='past the excitement'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115442649700389047</id><published>2006-08-01T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:01:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey anyone knows of any places tat is hiring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dun mind office jobs, think i will try a office job just to see how bad it can get, anything is better than staying at home and rot =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its a pity tat life is so short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and so long at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its too short to make life perfect but too long for out limited patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how i wish humans can live till a few hundred years old but not being tat freaking old till we can't even walk, maybe 100 years old will only be like 40 now... tat will be so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then we have all the time we need to amend the mistakes tat we have made and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take our time to appreciate and love whenever you wan to and not be rushed by your busy schedule to move on from tat one hug you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life for me starts after 12 midnight and only last for abt 2 hours to 3 sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the rest of the day is just pure boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when you are so bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you got lots of time to think and let tat train of thoughts run wild and far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was thinking abt marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a tv show said tat there are many pros and one con abt marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the con is tat marriage will make you forget abt the pros of marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is tat true? i dunno... never knew how a good marriage is like even though heard so much abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is there really a suffer-ring behind each wedding ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dun feel like writing anything le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;losing alot of interest in stuffs these days... ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115442649700389047?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-27451044.post-115397764850556060</id><published>2006-07-26T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:20:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad shd i do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad shd i do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cannot and dun wan to accept it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can guess wad would happen already but why shd it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why can't it be all different and simplier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is wad we do even wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's no way! no way! no way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i will not accept it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come wad may!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't bring myself to accept tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_____________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115397764850556060?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115397764850556060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115397764850556060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115397764850556060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115397764850556060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115388635501103842</id><published>2006-07-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:59:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its funny how 2 days can seem like a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and how 2 months can seemed like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then again, there are times when 2 days seemed like 2 secs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and 2 months like 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time seemed to be how we perceive it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forgot who was it but one famous scientist said tat the value of time is a perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so tat's why when you stare down the barrel of a gun, time seemed to freeze, every sec seemed to be dragging its feat, allowing your fears to manifest to its fullest potential and might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and there are times when you are enjoying yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;having fun, being with the one you truely love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time seemed to fly by, trying its best to disappoint you when she said she have to go home or when it too late for the two of you to be sitting by the swimming pool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or when you are waiting for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15 mins seemed like 15 hours, you are constantly looking at the time only to find tat it has only been 5 secs sinced you last looked at it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and after only 2 days sinced you have seen her, you begin missing her, feeling like its been 2 months sinced you seen her sparkling eyes and tat perfect smile or feel the warmth and excitement of her hug and the tug of the string in your heart when its time to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;missing someone can be a joy and a torture together dun you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like jam and salt slapped between 2 pieces of bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;missing someone is like happily walking on a treadmile trying to move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time drags by multiplying tat miss in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but at the same time because you miss her, you think of her. you picture her in your mind and unconsciously a smile surfaces on your face and you're lost in your fantasy till reality hits you again and you begin cursing time for passing so slowly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its all too familiar isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how would you feel if you have found the greatest gift of all ( second to jesus =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but you fear of telling the world world abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because you are scared tat they will disagree with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and ask you to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but you know tat you cannot let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because its you're greatest gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and losing it is like losing your right hand, your right leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;losing tat organ tat pumps in your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is the forbidden fruit really the sweetest? i dun think so. it is if its temporary but wad if for long it will lose its taste unitil it is brought to the light and a nice sweetness, a taste of everlasting joy sets in. and last forever, never to lose its taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you're.the.cake.i.am.hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115388635501103842?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115388635501103842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115388635501103842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115388635501103842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115388635501103842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115388489609554541</id><published>2006-07-25T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:34:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day of longs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115388489609554541?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115388489609554541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115388489609554541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115388489609554541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115388489609554541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-longs.html' title='day of longs'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115367034843656018</id><published>2006-07-23T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:59:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wad the hell am i doing?</title><content type='html'>i can't stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;all parents damage their child!&lt;br /&gt;today shd be a happy day. i went out met up and i love it but why did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;why do i hate going home so much? why why why?! im so frustrated man! so tired of this, tired of hating both of them. one walked away and the other stayed on just to make things more miserable. why me? why do i have to be tat unlucky one. the one with the broken family. ever since they broke up i didn't wan to think abt it i just wanna pretend tat i am not affected by it that i can't be bothered by it and i dun wan to care but who can actually really do tat? we will only to lying to ourselves and the problem will resurface again!&lt;br /&gt;todays is suppose to be happy. it was happy, sitting by the pool.looking to my right.dropping my phone. it is almost perfect but why did it end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;nobody like to go back to a broken home, somehow the other world seemed more loving than tat roof. the night sky and benches seemed more comfortable than tat bed at home.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;why me why me why me why me why me dun ask me why not me! you ppl dunno how it is like! how many are the times when i dreamt abt wakng up  living a different life, in a normal family with non of these bullshit. waking up to see not just my mum asleep alone but with my dad. it hurts man to go to east coast and see dads and mums holding hands and pretending tat i am not affected by it. to start crying in the bathe asking god why me. if this is a game god is playing, well it is not fun! how i wish i just press quit and get away from all these!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS SUPPOSE TO BE HAPPY! why why why!&lt;br /&gt;there is this real family tat i noe, and i just envy them, hiding in a corner, all i can do is wishing i was like tat. your family i will call it.&lt;br /&gt;i love your family. your humourous dad and funny mum. your deep relationships and love for one another. you are just one big happy family with no worries no cracks and no smears in your family. you are whole, you are brought up so well. in an envoirnment tat understands and love you, you are whole you are complete. you have so much tat you can give to me but i have non to give. i am like a selfish tortise, while i was growing up, my shell was taken away from me. never the same again. my tot tat the world was perfect was shattered by a man and instead of covering me with a blanket, a woman push me out into the light. i am ashame of my family, or wadever tats left of it.&lt;br /&gt;why why why! WHY! really why! is there an end to all this? will it one day just go away and i can just get along and move away from this bucket of shit?&lt;br /&gt;your family, you. its your reality but its only my dream, a dream tat i can only dream abt but never get. your love is like this the platelets in my blood... it stops the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;would i bleed to death if its not for you&lt;br /&gt;are you here for a reason? beyond the love but to rescue me?&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is crying going to help me?&lt;br /&gt;stop crying!&lt;br /&gt;never will i let a tear drop because of my family.&lt;br /&gt;never...&lt;br /&gt;all parents damage their child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115367034843656018?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115367034843656018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115367034843656018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115367034843656018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115367034843656018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/wad-hell-am-i-doing.html' title='wad the hell am i doing?'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115311707188787719</id><published>2006-07-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:17:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went to NASA's space centre today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you know the one where the command centre for all NASA space flight and space station control is, in Houston... tats why they have "Houston, we have a problem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you know you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, went for the tour and saw the actual command centre, the old one, the one tat send Armstrong to the moon and the first space shuttle into space in 1981... its so small, i always tot it was bigger but its kinda small and they told us tat the technology tat they had were so primitive when they send man into space... they were using IBM's dunno wad model tat was has a mainframe tat is as large as a room and the working capability of all the 15 consoles is less than a personal computer we have now... so come to think of it, its like taking a catapult and trying to shoot someone into space with only one hand... get it? i mean they had such low tech and the astronauts must have been dame brave because the computers they have at tat time might not be good enough to detect an obvious problem tat a model comp will take 2 sec to realise... so its like sitting your ass on a flare and hoping it wouldn't bbq you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, the above were actually quotes i heard from some home grown texas man sitting behind me in the tram talking abt the space centre... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so now its confirmed tat i will be coming back soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im full of excitement and oso full of fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for one instant, i have sort of backslide pretty badly since i got here, haven't been attending church regularly and haven't been reading the bible and praying alot... so... kinda disappointed with myself and scared abt how i will be when i get back into CHC and all tat... i mean i really wan to get back there and be like before but i am afraid tat after so long of not going to church i might not feel comfortable but then i can hear wenhui or someone in my head saying tat even if its not comfortable, press hard thru it and you will breakthru... ok! so be it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so ppl, help me out abit ok? i dun mean doing all the preaching to me abt having faith and all tat, i know enough but i just wanna feel it all! show me faith, dun just tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kinda down lately, cause gonna miss my lovable and yet irritating little brother cody... aww... cody and colby... so nice right? but he is so fat! his only like 2 years going to 3 soon but his wearing 4 years plus clothes and its kinda embarrassing when he is so big but still hold a milk bottle ard when we go out... like some retarded kid, but his still cute, with his bowl-cut hair, i think the hair dresser really put a bowl on his head... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;man... dunno how is it gonna be like when i get back to singapore, will everything be the same or will things change? will things go back to normal or will everything take on a new road tat will never merge with the old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wan things to change and be new and fresh, but i dun wanna feel uncomfortable like i from somewhere else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have been checking my emails alot these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;receiving some mails from my friend but sadly not receiving one... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but its ok, i know the reason but haha, still sad ma... but i am still ok, still strong and up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so many things i wanna do, dunno where to start... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;really dunno wad am i writing now cause im kinda tired from todays trip but then just wanna write something and say something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ever heard the phrase full circle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im gonna say a story here... dun wanna listen nvm, i dun need your attention! wahahahaha... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he opened his tired eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was dark, except for the dimly lit standing lamp at the corner of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2 am in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he got up, now a routine, and found his clutches. sitting on the side of the bed, he heaved himself up with much effort but as little noise and movement as possible. walking slowly, he walked to the bathroom, turn on the lights and looked into the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;despite looking at himself many times before, he still found himself always a little surprise when he sees his own appearance. there in tat sheet of glass, like a book of a story, it showed the outline of a old old man, one tat lived thru life much like any other man in the world, working as a hotel CEO before his retirement many years ago, pursuing the same old goals that had plagued humanity with, money and fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now the old man looks into the mirror. he had not lived a bad life, got a good job, a good life, went to church, confident tat he will go to heaven when he dies, have a wonderful family, wonderful friends, but one most special which we will talk abt later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he closed his eyes, it seemed like a long long time back, in the foggy blur of his memories, he could still remember his childhood, when he went to primary school the friends he made, some he still kept in contact today and one everyday... he remember his secondary school, life was full of energy, girls, work and defiance against the teacher for reasons tat seemed totally idiotic now... then came pre-U and NS and university... all these seemed to pass rather quickly... it surprised him tat the considered most important education period of his life, the preU and after did have as much a place in his memories as compared to the days in his primary school... he was young, playful, full of ideas and a whole lot of mischief. oh how sweet were those days, but little did he knew tat sweeter days would come and so sweet where those days tat the sugar could still be felt and even tasted in his old worn tongue til this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was during his young adult years and late teen years... when he met his wife, well, they met a long time back and were friends since young, talk abt match made in heaven... but it was only till then when this girl came into his life and never left again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he remembered all the things they did, all the typical couple must-dos back in those days and thought seemed rather dumb now, were the sweetest things tat ever happened... all too well he remember... all too well rehearsed in his mind tat he now would glance thru them all like a slideshow under 5 seconds and the final scene would always be his smiling face, so full of joy, so full of anticipation and so full of the love tat he got and still has today, his wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;opening his eyes, the intense light blurred his vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when it came back, he saw not tat young man, but a wrinkled face, with spots of old age "pimples" as many called it. his cheeks were a little sagging and his head, well, bald except for tat few strand of white hair still stand on tat barren land like victorious soldiers standing after all hard battle with time, but knowing tat victory would soon be lost and forever gone... the old man took a deep breathe and went abt with his business. on his way out, before hitting the lights, he took one last look into the mirror, a vain habit since young and surprisingly still saw hints of a handsome man under tat old skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wobbling, he staggered back to bed, back to tat sweet dream abt sitting on a beach, looking up the starry night and big bright moon with the woman he sees now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lying there like an angel, still deep in dreamland, was the woman tat enter his life but never left, whom bought a one-way ticket tat would never expire or refunded, his lovely wife. despite the younger ppl's view of love btw old couples, tat is tat there was no more fire, no more love but only to suck it up and live till you die. but tat was not wad he sees, he sees beyond the earthly scar, beyond that wrinkled face. its something words can never describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;inching back to his side of the bed, lying down, he turned his head to his right. taking one last sight of the one tat matters more tat anything to him. he closes his eyes, back to sleep. only this time, he was holding his wife's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wad a lovely story dun you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha, dun mind the english and grammar errors or spelling mistakes... im no writer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but isn't this the perfect old life anyone can dream abt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;accomplishing wad you have been on earth to do, and having tat special someone by your side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no worries, no problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just to get on with the ride to its final stop and to enjoy every moment of it, while holding the wrinkled hands of tat special someone knowing tat you are both gonna finish the ride a happy man and woman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i really shd think abt being a writer and philospher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hope you know wad i am trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my dream and my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115311707188787719?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115311707188787719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115311707188787719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115311707188787719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115311707188787719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/nasa.html' title='NASA'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115303012225825194</id><published>2006-07-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:08:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th july</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okok, i got the news you all have been waiting for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the date is 20th july, thursday 12.55am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so its wednesday late night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so anyone coming to fetch me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;or must i take the lonely MRT home? but still have meh? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i still got my mummy to come and fetch me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yea yea... 5 more days!!! actually its only 2 more days for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my flight is on tuesday, 9am... last for so long right? skip one day plus... haix, i will lost a day man... so not fair right? there is so much tat i can do in one day and i have to spend tat entire day strapped to a very uncomfortable chair and looking at nothing but hopefully there will be a small screen in front of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haix... one day gone like tat... a day tat i can spend at sentosa, a day i can spend in a library (nerd i know) but i love to read now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so the date is set, pass the word around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;make banners and form a crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and come and get me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115303012225825194?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115303012225825194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115303012225825194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115303012225825194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115303012225825194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/20th-july.html' title='20th july'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115223742946947693</id><published>2006-07-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:57:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my tian!&lt;br /&gt;i had the creepiest and scariest (is there such a word) dream last night...&lt;br /&gt;and i mean its really scary and creepy... told calista abt it, and she was freaking out... haha, at least i think she is...&lt;br /&gt;^ ^ worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here is my dream.&lt;br /&gt;from where i can remember, i was walking in some kind of mall and along this escalator, when i look up, i saw my primary school friend and in sort of an expected way, and they were so surprise to see me as if it was the cell grp ppl... there were zhi wen, xin miao, yenzi and who else ar? i, not sure if calista appeared here or after that...&lt;br /&gt;ok, so then zhi wen told me that xin miao wanted to watch a movie called "jian" (dun ask me abt the name of the movie, i oso dunno why its called jian) so they wanted me to watch and it was like im suppose to watch with them... ok... so then suddenly i was watching this trailer of the movie or more like a Q&amp;A session with the actors, and so edison chen i think was the main lead and he was saying that ever since he shot the movie, it changed him alot and oh, he was bald and wearing a visor ( i noe its very weird) and he was saying that now he just feel like killing someone &lt;--- i noe i noe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, so now the scene suddenly changed, we were no longer watching the movie but in the movie... so now we were sitting ard this white rectangle fold table and the whole place seemed very bright and white, background's kinda blur blur... ok, so sitting opp me was calista's sis ( word of warning, my dreams are kinda random so the ppl tend to get switch ard often) and to her left was calista, and then it was at first yenzi then became fangling and at the end was xin miao... so then we were just sitting there not much conversations been spoken... then in front ever one of them was a manila file thing but no one opened it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then suddenly the scene chaged to wad seemed like a flashback to wad happened... i was not there, so i was like a spectator like in CS, you are not there but you can see wads going on noe wad i mean? ok, then it was a bright sunny day and calista, xin miao, fangling and cal's sis were at the swampy land and some how they became undeads ( yes, like zombie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okok, for the ppl that i've mentioned here, if you dun wish to read on pls dun, cause wad happened in my dream is very creepy and i dun wish to stir up any fear because of this random movie which now that i think of it was because i watched before this hong kong movie where this whole shopping centre's ppl became undeads... and this emily hill's horror of something like that de hollywood movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, so then somehow edison chen appeared and he was holding a gun and somehow this seemed like in the movie... ok, so he as shooting everyone and the everyone was you noe , the ppl at the swamp? ok... but you noe since they were undeads, they dun die that easier and then skip skip skip all the plain shooting and then finally he killed all of them... ( i noe i noe... its scary, but not the scariest yet) and you noe the gme house of the undead? you have to shoot the head to kill undeads? so everyone was pretty badly shot and their facial features were pretty in a mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok so then suddenly we were back to the rect table... everyone look normal, and pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then in the file was 2 photos of themselves, their body, so it was kinda not such a pretty sight but i never see their photos but i just noe in the dream that they were all pretty gross... except for calista's one it look alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, so this is creepy dun you think, looking at your own corpse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in the dream at the point then i realised that they were dead and gone... then i became so so sad and then started crying... then my dad appeared and told them that its time to go, i dunno wad that means... but all of them stood up and were abt to walk away... that was when i did something but couldn't do it, i did it but it could not be done... i was so dame sad and i cried my heart out... then i woke up suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh my tian so creepy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when i woke up i found that my pillow was wet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i noe that this dream carries no meaning or warning or any of those bs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but still i was so scared at first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so for those who were mentioned in my dream, sorry if you're affected by this and dun worry and have faith, our lives are in the hands of god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, dun go psyco yourself and scare yourself ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115223742946947693?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115223742946947693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115223742946947693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115223742946947693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115223742946947693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-bad-dream.html' title='bad bad dream'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115197063834615797</id><published>2006-07-03T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:50:38.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for god</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;received this email from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thank trish (dunno how to spell the full name... haha) it helped me alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i read this and at the end something struck me, something this email didn't say so i decided to post this here for those who haven't read to read if you wan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only if you have time for God Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end&lt;br /&gt;God, when I received this e-mail, I thought... I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.&lt;br /&gt;We do like to have Him around during sickness...&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, at funerals........&lt;br /&gt;However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...&lt;br /&gt;Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.&lt;br /&gt;May God forgive me for ever thinking...&lt;br /&gt;That... there is a time or place where..&lt;br /&gt;HE is not to be FIRST in my life.&lt;br /&gt;We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;If, You aren't ashamed to do this...&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do Love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is my source of existence and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the simplest test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE POEM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at ease.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Your name I cannot find .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But never found the time"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now do you have the time to pass it on?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you scroll through to the end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Easy vs. Hard&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this, or delete it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to do...........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing attached...........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is so powerful....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do not stop the wheel, please....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time" "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"How much?" the pastor asked again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"How much?" He asked again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then He paid the price.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks&lt;/span&gt; of me.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, remember when the pastor set the birds free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it got me thinking, so why didn't the pastor keep the birds and care for it? i mean they will definitely live better with him taking care of them right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but instead he set them free... why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is wad i tot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if the pator kept them, surely they will live better and definitely be safe, but thats not wad being a bird is abt, thats not wad being alive is abt... life is a road, a journey of danger, ups, downs, left turns and right turns... yes it is tiring, yes it is dangerous and we might even lose our life to it, but wad is life without all these? birds are not meant to be in cages and so is man not in cloud nine, getting everything, a perfect life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe thats why the world is wad it is today, it might not be perfect or far from perfect but its wad made the world the world... risk is part of life, and so are we. the two are inevitable to collide but its these collisions that makes life this much more colourful, this much more interesting. dull colours are still colours, imagine how boring a painting will look with only bright colours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then the pastor set it free, the bird is on its own... the pastor saved it and set it free... he is still there when the birds need him but they are more or less on their own regarding surviving... maybe its not the best illustration but it still shows something...we are saved, bought, and set free... we make our own decisions, whether that decision is to listen to god or based on our self intelligence, we still have the final decision... so lets make good use of this priviledge and dun do stupid things like getting yourself killed or harmed, spiritually, morally, or even physically... we are free to do wadever we wan and therefore our lives is a responsiblity of our own... be responsible for we are bought and not our's to keep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok done... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, i updated my blog ok???? ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;comp got problem... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh i will be coming back soon... by july ar least =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115197063834615797?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115197063834615797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115197063834615797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115197063834615797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115197063834615797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-god.html' title='time for god'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115129141140178256</id><published>2006-06-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:10:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, its been a long time since i wrote mi blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;cause my comp is invaded by lots of virus and spyware... haix... dunno download wad then get all these... haix, so causing alot of trouble so didn't have to mood to write blog... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;heard somewhere someone said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;love is not a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;it is a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;if its a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;it would be much simplier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;but it would lose its magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;well, it got me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i mean many of the times we try to make the right decision and try to do wads right regardless of our feelings and wad our heart and screaming abt... we think that by doing that we are doing the right thing... sometimes its true, but sometimes, it is not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;we have seen many examples... when someone decide to marry someone that he or she doesn't really love but still did so because it is the right decision and the so called wiser thing to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;but then if love, LOVE! is decided by the mind and not the heart, then isn't love just another decision that is processed by our mind? just like whether to eat noodles or rice... wouldn't that cheapen the value and power of this very powerful and magical thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;then i got to me then many ppl say man (as in guys) have no feelings... that we are the logic creatures with no respect for love or any emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;but i beg to differ... i mean, it is difficult enough being a guy, with all the expectations and standards that we have to uphold and in a relationship, we are suppose to be the proactive one, the one that contribute and give... i have no problem with that but i just cannot agree when ppl say guys have no emotions that we are cold-blooded animals... just because we dun cry because of every little thing and let our emotions burst forth in every situation doesn't mean we dun care... i mean if you ask a guy, have he ever cried because of a relationship whether in public or in private, mostly will say yes and normally its in private... i dunno how the girls feel but when a guy's heart is broken or so it says, it is a very painful feeling... so painful so painful that it hurts up the arm and legs... i asked my friends and they agree with me... and guys are always the one that will be the idiot that regardless of wadever, will do wadever the girl says... i mean its hard to explain or describe but its true... if a guy truely love a girl and like say she drops into the ocean... i dun think the girls will jump into a stormy ocean to save a drowning guy but a guy will and i dun think the fact that guys are stronger has any play in this when both genders are definitele overpowered by the waves... the guy will risk wadever hell there is to save the girl so its just not fair that ppl says tat guys are creatures with no emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;^^ dunno wad i just said makes any sense or not but... wadever~~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;so im gonna go with my feeling in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;even if its dumb, i will come for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;no stormy sea or howling wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;no thousand miles or high mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;will come across me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;because the we can see the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;its the emotions that will break any mountain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115129141140178256?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115129141140178256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115129141140178256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115129141140178256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115129141140178256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is-feeling.html' title='love is a feeling'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115060274957151481</id><published>2006-06-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:52:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, went to Galveston again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but we went to the beach today, like really go to the beach and play in the water and sand the whole day, not like the last time go and catch crabs... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, the important thing today is that i went surfing... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is how the day went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;woke up really early today, like 9am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then got everything ready and we were on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so we got to the beach after like 2 hrs, cause a highway called interstate 10 is closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we at first went to this place called moody garden, they got a aquamuseum, like underwater world in sentosa, a rainforest thingy, and a indoor beach... quite cool but by the time we got there, we deceided to just go straight to the beach and play since already 12 noon le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the sun wasn't like there cause got alot of clouds and the beach has lots of seagulls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so we drove our car to the beach and parked there on the sand, and unloaded our stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rented a unit thing where there is a beach umbrella and 2 folding chair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, the wind was really really big... i heard it like 10 miles/hr so its like 16km/hr kind of wind and the waves are huge... lots of waves and all very high... singapore wave compare to it will be like tidal wave vs ripples in a lake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, the waves were tall and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we went into the water and starting playing in the water and letting the waves crush into us while we try to withstand the force of the ocean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there were alot of ppl surfing, not like real surfing cause the waves are not that big, but its something called body surfing, and the board is like smaller, like if you were to go to the swimming pool and see little kids that dunno how to swim and holding on to these boards to help them float, well, something like that only much bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was really fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i went and rented one and since its my first time doing some kind of surfing, i didn't really noe wad to do, so there was this guy, ard 30+ years old, real cool dude...he told me how to catch a wave and wad type of waves to catch and wad to do if yopu dun wanna catch that wave... he's real nice... then after that he got to go so i was left on my own in the open waters of the Mexico Gulf i think waves crushing all ard me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i took the board ran out into till like a hundred metres out and started floating ard and looking for waves... every good waves is hard earned... &lt;--- its so true... i mean i was like to tired at the end... but i caught some good waves... it was so fun... like when you see this big wave coming, like tall and on the verge of crushing and you are just in front of it, you hope of your board, with your upper body on the board and legs dangling... so then if its not a good wave, it will just push you forward abit but goes past you so you dun really get to ride it... but if its a good one, you will get ot ride it, i dunno the theory of it, but then you ride on the white foamy part of the wave and woa... you go pretty fast... think i caught like 5 good waves... then there was one super good one... but got into an accident... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this super high wave came towrds me so i was like yea! so i quicky try to hold on the board and twist myself so my back is facing it... then it came and i rode on it, but i dunno why, i was going too fast for the wave and i end up going past the front and the wave brought my tumbling forward into the sea... ouch lor, the board hit the sand and my tummy hit the board... ouch... and i flipped and took a mouthful of salty water... but it was fun... i manage to come up and luckly the board was strapped to my hand... if not sure lose it de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ar... now so tired... me legs ar... keep swimming out using my legs only and then when a wave that you dun wan, you have to jump over it so have to kick and then hold your board up so that the wave will go under the board and then you're in the deep water... imagine... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i had fun, got a little red on my skin... dunno the tan will remain a not... i hope it will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think skin abit red quite nice hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;look very healthy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha... ok, gtg now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115060274957151481?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115060274957151481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115060274957151481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115060274957151481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115060274957151481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/surfing.html' title='surfing'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115025962903404189</id><published>2006-06-13T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:33:49.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love for an idol and the love for someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EXTRA EXTRA read all abt it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha, recently just found son-ye-jin's fanclub website...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG! so many picture so many son ye jin, awwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, son-ye-jin fans, the wedsite is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyejin.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.sonyejin.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then while writing a certain email it struck me that there is a certain difference btw the love for an idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the true love you get when you meet that special someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the outside both look similar, but there is a big difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there is a difference btw the love of an idol and the love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though they might seemed the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i will tell you their difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you can spend nights queuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other you can spend months waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you can spend your money on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other you can spend your life and time on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you can only see but no touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other you can hold in your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you are only the spectator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other you are the player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you have to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other is your's alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love only last a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other burns on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love doesn't noe your existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the one dies without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love is weak and unstable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other digs deep into your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love is for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other is for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love is for a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other is for that dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love can only count to 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other can count to 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love stops at 3 at most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other longed for a million more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love you will chase after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other will chase after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love never returns your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other is by your side all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love will only visit the fanclub website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other will visit the home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love only you wil scream for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other you can cry for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love lost and its lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other lost love is just love in another form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love can only give you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other gives you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love stops at the comp screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other goes thru and gives you a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the love got nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the other love will say, i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope this is long enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and hope you get wad i mean.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(both the difference and the meaning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life brings love in many forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;find the one for yourself and your's alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am lost and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115025962903404189?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115025962903404189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115025962903404189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115025962903404189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115025962903404189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-for-idol-and-love-for-someone.html' title='love for an idol and the love for someone'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115008363012268925</id><published>2006-06-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:40:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>galveston trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today went to  galveston with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it is a city with a beach so the beach is called galveston beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it is the nearest beach from where we stay and where i stay is considered near a beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we drove and hour and a half to the beach, yes that is considered near =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so when we reach, we went to the ferry pier and queued in our car to get transported to this island and its so cool cause its like you drive your car onto the boat and park it there and some ppl will stay in their car while others will get out and start walking ard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the ferry ride took abt 30 mins but it seemed shorter than that and it was really hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abt 90 degree F, abt 32 degree C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kinda fun there cause we went to this beach with this long long break water extending out into the ocean i think its the Mexico Gulf and you can walk on it... got many ppl fishing there and we went to this shop to buy some chips when we saw that they were like selling this crabbers special package where they give you a net, a pail, a bunch of string and a packet of raw chicken meat for you to catch crabs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i heard my dad said that last time abt a few years back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can catch like a pail load of big crabs in just like half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but over the few years, the chinese ppl came and caught finish most of the big crabs and now its kinda hard to get any anymore... how pro can the chinese ppl get wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, my dad was like well prepared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he brought a beach umbrella, folding chairs and a icce box full of ice and coke and sprite =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we manage to catch like only 7 crabs, which is actually not bad cause the last time i heard mi dad came, it took like a few hours just to catch one and we were there this time for only like 2 hours... maybe its all thanks to my talent in many fields and my chicken might just seemed irresistable to the silly crabs... oh, they were all very small, manage to get hold of a huge one but lost it when it snap thru the nets and escaped... haix, there goes dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after a 2 hours of enduring the beating heat and glaring sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and oso not to mention much ups and downs in out crabbing career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we decided to give up hope of a self achieved dinner and since everyone was hungry and dirty, we decided to go to a nice seafood grill and savour on the lost cousins and friends of the little crabs which we decided to let go back into the sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lunner (lunch and dinner) was alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with occaional entertainment by the many harley davidson riders that roar tru the streets under the second storey balcony where we were sitting... and for the record, the roars and vrooms and booms of the harley harley is so loud that i couldn't even hear myself talking when they went by which serious make me doubt the rider's ability to hear himself or the horn of an approaching 18 wheeler =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, after lunner we went to the beach and my little brother played in the sand and in the oil infested water due to the oil field nearby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ewww... it was like so dirty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing mush to say abt after that except i drove the car on our way back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was a long ride and i was so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so scared that i would fall asleep or just dream away and bang into the car in front...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but all's swell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i manage to get back alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so tired now... with a little red skin and bruises on my feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time to enter la la land and to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somewhere i can find =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115008363012268925?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115008363012268925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115008363012268925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115008363012268925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115008363012268925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/galveston-trip.html' title='galveston trip'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-115000062421995221</id><published>2006-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:38:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time never post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, it has been sometime sinced i posted an entry...&lt;br /&gt;aiyo... so ma fan nowadays to post an entry...&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad to say&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to log on haix...&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i have made it thru the obstacles and finally am here typing these simple words...&lt;br /&gt;so like my song a not?&lt;br /&gt;why nobody says its good good good?&lt;br /&gt;too shy to be the first right? its ok de... =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;have been so bored recently that i got reduced to playing mario online&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;the great colby playing mario online&lt;br /&gt;for those ppl that do not noe wad a mario online is,&lt;br /&gt;imagine this, a mario-like game only you play it online with other ppl as a rpg&lt;br /&gt;ring any bell?&lt;br /&gt;okok... its maplestory&lt;br /&gt;i use to criticise it as a no brainer game but then started to play it cause i sort of lost my brain due to the monotonous boredom that is droning on me day after day...&lt;br /&gt;in the past few weeks, think its abt 4 weeks ba..&lt;br /&gt;i finish 2 books&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself... 2 standard A5 thick thick book ok?&lt;br /&gt;by John Grisham (the guy who wrote run away jury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough boredom&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i have been doing nowadays is going for my drive times&lt;br /&gt;as in driving ard with an instructor in your same car...&lt;br /&gt;well, its kinda cool driving ard not knowing a single bit where am i going cause i dunno the roads and stuff but my dad commented when i was driving us home from chinatown in houston that i am driving pretty well, but if i were to take an exam in singapre, i would have failed terribly...&lt;br /&gt;cause i change lane too fast and all the details that singapore driving school take a whole lot of concern abt maybe thats why the L drivers drive so slow... man if you just roll your tires onto the white line, points off... wouldn't it be so stressful if you're the candidate? OMG i can't imagine... its so much easiler here...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, can't wait to get back to singapore soon...&lt;br /&gt;my dad has finally allowed me to return&lt;br /&gt;but now we are just arguing over the time i return&lt;br /&gt;he wan me to go back at the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;and i was like hell no! haha... not really but i was like no no no&lt;br /&gt;i wanna return by july!! yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i think it is possible...&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling i will be back soon!!! yea yea yea!!! join TP wake boarding... yea yea yea!! =)&lt;br /&gt;06/06/06 has just past and man so many ppl are making a fuss out of it pior to that day&lt;br /&gt;i mean even on maple there are nuts going ard screaming THE END IS COMING.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;but i was too busy trying to gain my 15th lvl to argue with them...&lt;br /&gt;ok, for the record if anyone wans to find me on maple,&lt;br /&gt;i am in the Windia world&lt;br /&gt;mi nick is xiaowhlte (ok dun argue with me abt the white art ok? i noe i am fair OK? =p&lt;br /&gt;and its a 'l' replacing the i ok?)&lt;br /&gt;ok la... thats it for my life theses days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-115000062421995221?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/115000062421995221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=115000062421995221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115000062421995221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/115000062421995221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-never-post.html' title='long time never post'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114930747958933971</id><published>2006-06-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:04:39.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how i feel abt you</title><content type='html'>so how do you all think abt how my song?&lt;br /&gt;haha, cannot find a way to post the tune online so you all have to wait till a come back... wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in kinda a happy mood today, went for my driving and did some really stupid stuff with the car, almost rear end into somebody, lucky i stop in time, was like just 10 cm fomr that guys rear bumper... haha, can tell the guy was like freaking out when he saw me that close... =)&lt;br /&gt;just wanna unload all my feeling here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i wake up, nothing much to look for&lt;br /&gt;its only those few little things that are kept me going&lt;br /&gt;i know my destination&lt;br /&gt;which is just round the corner&lt;br /&gt;although its not my final stop, but at least the end for my journey in america&lt;br /&gt;i know it end is coming&lt;br /&gt;but i just wish it would hurry up&lt;br /&gt;never was a mere month seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;never was a day that passed so slowly&lt;br /&gt;not writing a poem or anything&lt;br /&gt;just putting down things that are in my mind now&lt;br /&gt;all i could think abt now is going back home&lt;br /&gt;going back and retrieving the life i left behind&lt;br /&gt;and oso the things that i forgot to take&lt;br /&gt;and i am going to keep it&lt;br /&gt;there are things in life that you keep forever&lt;br /&gt;and there are things that only last a second&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be definite sure that you're it&lt;br /&gt;but i noe at least it is different&lt;br /&gt;there is something different in the air and&lt;br /&gt;there is something special in my heart&lt;br /&gt;something that will last&lt;br /&gt;and i will make it as long as i live&lt;br /&gt;comfort is all i feel&lt;br /&gt;when i hear you&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes it is not great&lt;br /&gt;but wouldn't it be dull and boring if all there is is smooth sailing&lt;br /&gt;quarrel, cold war and a little arguments are the spices to the stew&lt;br /&gt;and i am the ingredient and you are the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is special&lt;br /&gt;something is different&lt;br /&gt;something that i never felt&lt;br /&gt;so warm and so free&lt;br /&gt;something that i will hold on&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps never let go&lt;br /&gt;but i will count and count&lt;br /&gt;so that you noe&lt;br /&gt;wad i am talking abt... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114930747958933971?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114930747958933971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114930747958933971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114930747958933971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114930747958933971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-feel-abt-you.html' title='how i feel abt you'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114921924788732128</id><published>2006-06-01T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:34:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song that i wrote</title><content type='html'>a song that i wrote... dunno how to type the tune out... so erm, maybe if i dare i will sing it out and record it and post it somewhere ok? i kinda like this song... haha... =)&lt;br /&gt;but havent tot of a song name yet... any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;i am sitting at the tree&lt;br /&gt;looking but not seeing&lt;br /&gt;staring up the sky&lt;br /&gt;but all i could see&lt;br /&gt;is not the usual things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the sand&lt;br /&gt;feeling but not touching&lt;br /&gt;the breeze is blowing in&lt;br /&gt;but all i could touch&lt;br /&gt;is your gentle love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;so tell me&lt;br /&gt;where can i find you&lt;br /&gt;so tell me&lt;br /&gt;how can i meet you&lt;br /&gt;i am sitting on a different land&lt;br /&gt;breathing in a different air&lt;br /&gt;but all i could tell&lt;br /&gt;is that you're by my side (second time only)&lt;br /&gt;(go to verse 1 after the second time)&lt;br /&gt;(third time after once, go to ending chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;(i'm) looking at my back&lt;br /&gt;feeling there's someone there&lt;br /&gt;trying not to hide&lt;br /&gt;but i can't&lt;br /&gt;take it&lt;br /&gt;i need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at the screen&lt;br /&gt;typing in those simple words&lt;br /&gt;but all i could believe&lt;br /&gt;is that you're&lt;br /&gt;here with me&lt;br /&gt;and i and there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ending chorus)&lt;br /&gt;so tell me&lt;br /&gt;where can i find you&lt;br /&gt;so tell me&lt;br /&gt;how can i meet you&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;and i will&lt;br /&gt;and i will&lt;br /&gt;and i will definitely&lt;br /&gt;look for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114921924788732128?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114921924788732128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114921924788732128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114921924788732128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114921924788732128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-that-i-wrote.html' title='song that i wrote'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114921575555794200</id><published>2006-06-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:35:55.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emerge</title><content type='html'>just saw the pictures that jiemin posted on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha, hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;TP costume very nice leh... and mami, your skirt where got short...&lt;br /&gt;i think TP will win, and next year when i join, it will be even more awesome yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;ya, the costume very nice, i dunno abt the ppl wearing it la =p&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;oh oh... delvina, dunno you will see this anot but then hor, pls go and talk to your sis desiree ok?&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to her online and then she asked me why you look so short. so i was like errr... then i tot she asking like so i can help and like maybe make you look taller... so i started blabbering away abt wearing vertical strips or design that looks long and wear jeans and etc etc... then your sis's logic is really off, she suddenly ask me something like, so whose the you ( on my nick) then i say huh?&lt;br /&gt;the the next thing i noe, she was like orh... i noe why you wanna come back to singapore le,&lt;br /&gt;you like delvina right...&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;and so i was like HUH??? then she was like crazy and just say that i like delvina non stop, and i was like laughing my head off la and she just wouldn't listen... so... ya, just tot it was really funny and maybe you shd talk to her abt ALVIN YUP and abt the way her chain of tots work (its kinda weird, i have trouble talking and understanding wad she is trying to say) haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, like i was saying, wa...&lt;br /&gt;POS seemed fun, TP will win one!!! ever loyal to TP!!! oh and i wanna join wakeboarding... so cool... =p&lt;br /&gt;wish i was back there now... joining in the hipe and stuff... haix... makes me more sad... sob sob&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that there is hope that i will return to singapore?&lt;br /&gt;yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;mi mummy never say dun allow and she oso nvm say allow... but she said that if i really dun like it there then i can go back!!! yea... but have to wait until my driving lessons are finished and that mi mummy return bacak to singapore cause now non of my relatives of family member is in singapore, all in china... =)&lt;br /&gt;so that means i can only return ard june 20+ definitely after the chalet and stuff... can push the chalet back a little a not? haha... but nvm, we can go out again de...&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wanna ask,&lt;br /&gt;TP when holiday? or got holiday one anot?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... wish me luck ok?&lt;br /&gt;and tell wenhui reply my email leh... tsk tsk... haha...&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.miss.you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114921575555794200?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114921575555794200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114921575555794200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114921575555794200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114921575555794200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/06/emerge.html' title='emerge'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114904472807991087</id><published>2006-05-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:05:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the knight story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the story of the knight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;although i noe its very unclear and my grammar oso not so good and i oso noe my vocab not so grand... okok... i noe i noe... working on it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;told the whole story to someone before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and only today did i tot of the ending... (which was said in the previous entry, the poem-like thingy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey but that is only a sad sad ending ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its not the ending i wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dunno if you all got hear me say before a not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;believe that the greatest pain a man can feel is the pain of knowing that you could have done something but you didn't and the effect is so great that you cannot take it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i mean many of us have this similiar experiences before, like when we get back our results and then you cry, why? not because your result is really bad, i think its because you have let everyone down, including yourself when you knew there were times when you shd have studied and studied harder and definitely you would score better than this... so you regret and you cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, i think its kinda weird that everytime i use the blog as like a place to sound chim and stuff, instead of writing wad happened today or wad did i ate and those boring stuff, not that i think its boring to read but its just boring to write... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have many sad things that happened in my life and i noe that everyone have their story to tell but since thisis my blog so i shall tell mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever had the feeling when you were a little kid and you look at all the dramas and all the like sad sad thing that happened and tot that it will never happened to you? i tot abt it before. but now when i look back, its like to full of ups and downs... i mean why me? why out of all my friends and everyone i noe, why me? why does it happen to me and not others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why am i the only kid i knew during primary school that has a broken family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why must i be the kid that grew up without knowing wad a loving family is like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why am i the kid that only saw my parents were in good relationship for 2 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why why why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i mean the only thing i could remember abt a my good family was when i was from 4 to at most 6... i wasn;t schooling and my mum was a housewife. everyday, i would wake up and just play ard the house. then i can only remember that back then, we dun even have a TV we were that poor... and everynight when my dad comes home, we would eat a very simple dinner and then everynight without fail mi parents would take me downstairs and walk ard the whole neighbourhood (now the cck area) and i would play at the playground everynight till like quite late. then when we reach under our block, sometimes my dad would buy me like a satay or anything to eat... i was so happy then... but somehow, ever since i began primary 1, and when my sis was on her way, things turned out very bad... they always quarrel and i would just wanna dun care and forget everything abt it. in fact i pity my sis, she never saw our family together... and ever since primary 1, our family was some wad broken, fights and everything happened to often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't remember when but my dad moved out and wala... single parenting family with no father for me to look up to... never knew abt a dad and how a dad was like... only saw it in the movies and shows... i was so afraid to tell anyone, only some know... partly because i dun wanna talk abt it and i often just smiled when ppl asked me abt it and act indifferent abt it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man it was shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was almost like me growing up in a broken family is something that shd have been de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then i often envy calista's family... good relationships, loving parents, never worried abt finances... i never saw or knew wad a TV was until i was like 6, that poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haix, enough of my life story... dun feel like writing anything le... sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bye =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114904472807991087?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114904472807991087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114904472807991087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114904472807991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114904472807991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/knight-story.html' title='the knight story'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114904345653445163</id><published>2006-05-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:44:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am going to tell a story,  a story that tells another story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(its not really a poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there was a knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whom gain much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and there was the knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whom lost dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the same knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the ppl admired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and wished to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the same knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whom was not content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and whom was not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for he gained the gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but lost his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and his story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once he looked at the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from his humble field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;those were the happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's now locked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh how he long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and how he searched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for wad was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he tried the priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he tried the wise men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he tried the witches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and he tried the wizards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but non could reveal his lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for wad is lost in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;could only be found with the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now he sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on his throne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;built on riches and fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but on his face was the look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of a man lost and faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and on his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;white as snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this mortal-being ending soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lying on his bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;marked by the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he saw an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looking down on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it asked him a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that brought tears to his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;both joy and regret set in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad would you have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you were given the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the old knight knew the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and he knew it too well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if only he could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would he not left his field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and left his family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he would choose the simplier life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though hard but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad the knight learnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is the lesson on regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the most painful feeling one could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is not the pain of a thousand swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nor is it the pain of losing a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the greatest pain of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is the pain of knowing it could all be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can have the riches of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but just one regret can lose it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just one regret and there's no turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for time waits on no man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;look ard and see wad is important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and perhaps with the one you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you will one day see each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no on this world that is lost and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but in a world that is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and in a world that will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114904345653445163?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114904345653445163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114904345653445163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114904345653445163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114904345653445163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-going-to-tell-story-story-that.html' title=''/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114884293365680152</id><published>2006-05-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:02:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyo, everyone is sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aiyo, why suddenly after i leave everyone de life become so sad le?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha, maybe cause dun have me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haix, things are still now to well here and i dun think i can be back in time for the cell grp chalet haix... i so wanna go... it seemed so fun and always loved spending the night out with friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but think i shall now write such a sad entry today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;did i mention i got my driving licence le?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and tomolo my step sis is going to china so i think i can drive her car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her car not bad de lor... honda accord v6 duel exhast pipe de... sports car feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmmm... i read this thing when they say that if you're given the opportunity to go somewhere yourself, where would you go? well, for me i will definitely say back to singapore but then the question said have to be local...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i always tot that driving up to the top of a mountain or hill or any like building and having some beer with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then open up your hood and lie down and look at the night sky and drink some beer... waa... such xiang shou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but doing all these alone is so boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i hope got someone, that someone to be with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha... wad is the legal age in singapore to purchase alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got no one to talk to here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how i miss the times when a bunch of ppl would just sit somewhere like starbucks or a playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and just chill... man i love to just chill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;relax and 'nua' in a spot and have nothing to worry abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and just chat with some friends that you can share anything with de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that's the life for a friday night... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, i heard tp got wakeboarding as a cca ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm definitely going to join it!!! so cool and fun... noe a friend that wakeboards oso, seemed so cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wish we are all living in the medival times sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life would not be better but at least more free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha, noe it sounds funny but just riding on the horse and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gallop across the fields and everything... remind me of quest for camelot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok la, dunno wad to say le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss everyone back in singapore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114884293365680152?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114884293365680152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114884293365680152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114884293365680152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114884293365680152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/aiyo-everyone-is-sad.html' title='aiyo, everyone is sad'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114870790398506722</id><published>2006-05-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:31:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i still here</title><content type='html'>why am i still here?&lt;br /&gt;does it even seemed right for a father to force his child and confine him in a place he dun wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it just seemed so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;he cannot do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;wad right does he have to lock me up here?&lt;br /&gt;dun i even have a say in the making of my future?&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand how the ppl in the past must have felt when their parents forced them to arranged marriages, it is the shit-est feeling you can ever get...&lt;br /&gt;especially in an asian culture when you are told everytime that wad your parents do is for your own good and so you think that they are doing wad they think is best and so wad they do are understandable and acceptable. but when you look at it from a more objective point of view, it just seemed so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;how can a parent force his or her child to do something that is not obviously right...&lt;br /&gt;i mean i just feel like screaming all the shit at my dad now...&lt;br /&gt;i mean he abandoned me and my mum for another woman and left us for this country&lt;br /&gt;and although he said he cared for me and always gave money for me and my sis,&lt;br /&gt;but where is he when i celebrated my birthday, where was he during christmas, where was he during chinese new year and where was he when i had my exams and o level and i needed his help?&lt;br /&gt;if he didn't cared enough to be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;then why shd i even give a shit to wad he thinks and feel...&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if he wan me to stay in america,&lt;br /&gt;i dun care abt how he feels...&lt;br /&gt;wad abt how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;why can't he just let me go, stop thinking wad you do is right!&lt;br /&gt;i can survive and succeed without your help and your money, i will get a scholarship if i have to...&lt;br /&gt;i rather beg in where i wan than to live in your house again.&lt;br /&gt;this filthy house, nice on the outside&lt;br /&gt;disgusting on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;the american life... so double face... so hypocritical, so fake and so disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;argh, i hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just wan wings... god, why didn't you give man wings to fly?&lt;br /&gt;why? if only i have them now then i can be free!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like a corpse now...&lt;br /&gt;a living shell, not i'm not there...&lt;br /&gt;i'm living a life that is not mine at a place i can never call home&lt;br /&gt;with ppl i can never call family and with the absence of my love...&lt;br /&gt;a shell is wad i am now...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling...&lt;br /&gt;i think if i were to just let my anger go, i would have thrown the comp on the floor and break every breakable thing in container called a big house...&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give.me.wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114870790398506722?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114870790398506722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114870790398506722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114870790398506722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114870790398506722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-am-i-still-here.html' title='why am i still here'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114862678495128620</id><published>2006-05-25T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:59:44.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da vinci code</title><content type='html'>well, i just watched finish this programme called Un-something the Da Vinci Code on the history channel...&lt;br /&gt;i have come to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;whoever tells me that wad dan brown wrote in his da vince code book is true...&lt;br /&gt;i got one this to say and that is forget it...&lt;br /&gt;i mean after i watched similar programmes on this subject, they all at the end says one thing.&lt;br /&gt;dan brown used the basic skeleton of history and added legend, myths and fantasies to the book.&lt;br /&gt;i mean wad the book said that jesus and mary magdelene were married is actually debatable. the bible did not agree or deny the fact that jesus and mary were married or not but i believe that they were not, perhaps the abnormal high is status of mary in jesus's ministry were to show a point that women shd be more respected or anything, i dunno... but wad the book said abt the painting of the last supper, that the person of jesus's left is actually mary and not john is absolutely bull poop. because when you compared the paintings of leonardo and the others paintings on other artist that painted the last supper, all figures of john were feminie looking and the knife that peter was holding shows his jealousy he had of john, being so close to jesus which can be seen when jesus told peter abt wad he had to do when jesus resurrected and peter asked abt john, jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;then abt the piorary of sion (or however you spell it) had zero connection with the Templar and the St. Claires... the templar got the fortune from nobles and supporters and the piorary of sion were a real organisation but there were no evidence that leonardo was once their grand master and that they were hiding the holy grail, that is the so called holy bloodline. for those who think that wad i have said is a spoiler, paiseh ar... haha, i think i shall say no more, dun wanna be spoiler...&lt;br /&gt;but then i hope i can get the programmes and show to you guys, then you will be so astonished...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh, i drove on the road today, wa... so scary, almost bang into a car... haha, didn't stop fast enough, otherwise it was ok, just cannot keep myself in the centre of the lane onli... =)&lt;br /&gt;oh, well... feel kinda creepy now, dunno why... maybe cause of all the stupid fake conspiracy and the rubbish that the book said gives me the creeps...&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think the templars are good guys... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.miss.you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114862678495128620?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114862678495128620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114862678495128620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114862678495128620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114862678495128620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='da vinci code'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114851144679860916</id><published>2006-05-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:58:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've lost hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wad i tot would be my support fell into the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am all alone now, standing in the face of battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who will come to my rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who will back me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i stood strong on my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with a backup i tot i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now i face everyone alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they all attack me with wad they think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i react with wad i believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am sick of these tug of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just wan to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dun wan to face this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dun wan to care abt wad they think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just leave me alone i would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if the enemy comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my destiny is not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but yet i'm caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how can i escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where is my ticket home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just let me go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114851144679860916?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114851144679860916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114851144679860916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114851144679860916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114851144679860916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-hope.html' title='lost hope'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114843948623017527</id><published>2006-05-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:58:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today at driving school, a mother of a victim that got killed by a drunk driver came and speak to us abt drunk driving and how it affected her and everyone just because of this one act of stupidity... well, she said something that hit me... she said that her daughter, 21, did not die instantly upon the impact of abt 115 miles/hr (thats more than 200 over km/hr) and that she had to die alone at the hospital... now that is one scary tot, i mean imagine you yourself heavily injured and abt to die and when you look ard and there's all strangers and no one that you noe or loved and you died... so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i tot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wad if i die just like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wad if i die alone or wad if you one day died and i am not there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it would be such a pity if it were to ever happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i am going to take good care of my body so i live longer than you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so you wouldn't have to die alone, i will be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will take care of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dun worry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then again, wad if i die in a car accident one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i believe i will not but just wad if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or wad if an accident happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i noe i will burst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;death is permanent... today that lady showed me a new meaning to death... it is permanent, you can't fix it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't bear the tot of lying in the hospital bed, knowing that you are going to die soon but there is no one, no family or you lover ard to hold your hand and comfort you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;imagining it already makes me cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when my hair is white and you are on the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dun you have to fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be there. holding your hand, talking to you, because it will only be a short separation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we will meet in heaven again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we will be glorified and young again and i will come and meet you when my train is ready to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i will come and find you, and be together forever again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a sad day, but i got my licence... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am having even more difficulties coming back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wad shd i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have cried i hace screamed and i have begged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i scream they dun hear my voice... wad else can i do but just to walk away... wish i have enough money and i will just walk away, walk away from this cage and walk away from this life that i never wanted and will never live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114843948623017527?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114843948623017527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114843948623017527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114843948623017527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114843948623017527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-i-die.html' title='if i die'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114826890945377374</id><published>2006-05-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:38:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>savage garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm in love... in love with the world and in love with everything that's in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl say that the whole world becomes so lovely when you're in love and i'm in love... you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno how to live my life now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i hadn't had you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you gave me a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;took me out of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and shone light into my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly the flowers seemed to bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the air so fresh and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow becomes a longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yesterday a touching memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hear you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;like the water in a well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you refresh me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and awaken me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not to this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but to your love and your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not writing a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nor am i writing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but just trying to express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wad i feel to you so everybody noes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wan to stand on every mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or walk thru every valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wan to live thru everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or sleep thru every dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wan to hold your hand in marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and form a legacy of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wan my hair to turn white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not alone but with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;words can only express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a fraction of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i will only say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;till here and no further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for love is not said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nor is it told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but love is to be felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and love is to be touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now.with.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114826890945377374?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114826890945377374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114826890945377374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114826890945377374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114826890945377374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/savage-garden.html' title='savage garden'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114817720990124813</id><published>2006-05-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:06:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly feel like talking abt band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think that the most fortunate thing that happened to me, besides going to my beloved primary school, is to join a school band in my secondary school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;band opened my eyes and showed me a wonderful 4 years that i've enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i noe, when i was sec 1 and 2 and even 3, i was very irritating, talkative and blah blah blah... ok i get it and there's nothing i can do now, if you hated me then, i hope that have changed... i noe i have changed... thanks to wad our band conductor, mr brando tan taught me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i noe many of us, including me always say that tan is a a**hole and a bastard and all those stuff, but i believe that inside of us, we all would agree that no matter how he might have treated us, he has taught us something valuable, well, at least he had taught me many valuable things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was in sec 1 and 2, i noe myself that i have pissed many ppl, especially zihan... (haha, sisi) and i think many ppl were quite irritated by mi, including my my beloved senior hui ee, ok i dunno if i'm actually beloved to her but ya, she a great senior... anyway, i was told that she almost wanted to kick mi out cause i was so irritating, so you shd get an idea of how childish i was back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then tan talked to me many times, he is not the one that changed me but he is the one that started it... i remember back during sec3 when we were electing for band and drum major, well, i tot i would have a very good chance and so did many ppl, i was enthu and would give anything for band but i was elected and after that, tan told me why. he said he didn't wan me to be elected because i was too emitional, i would often let my emotions rule over my decisions and do things that are both childish and irrational... well, i couldn't hear it then but its so true to me now... i might not have becomed a completely different person but i can confidently say that at least i have changed for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;band had taught me many life values, how to deal with ppl, how to succeed in life and how to be a better person... so i wanna thank tan for all he had done, even if we sometimes say that he is a jerk, but he is still our conductor and our teacher that brought us to a gold!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok then band, hmm... i so loved the saxophone section, so glad that there are ppl that could tolerate me and gave me many chances when i have failed. the senior cared for us and my fellow mates are real fun ppl. then enter the juniors, haha, they were well, many of a kind... the current sec4s are great ppl, good juniors to have but then those under them i can't say much cause i wasn't ard when they came in, got transfered to the cornet section. i was quite surprised by wad the current sec 4 batch said when they were sec 2, when i was abt to be transfered, they were relunctant for me to go and well, haha... said i was a good senior... haha, i dunno wad to say but just have to thank them... so many ppl to thank in the band and oso fahan for being the jerk in the band! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;know so many ppl in the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;learnt so much in the band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so my advice to ppl thinking abt wad cca to join in secondary school? JOIN THE BAND!!! its totally different from the other ccas, cause its a family... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you everyone in the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and sorry for wad i have done, pissing you guys off in the past and yet you didn't throw me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have changed right? i noe i have... haha... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114817720990124813?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114817720990124813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114817720990124813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114817720990124813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114817720990124813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/band.html' title='band'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114817625919794627</id><published>2006-05-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:50:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the hardest thing to do is to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;patience is not a human thing and i think the one thing that ppl dun like to do the most is to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps its more due to our society. the fast-paced high efficiency demand of the society often expects ppl do use the least time possible to get the most done. time is money and very true it is. time is a leisury that we do not have and often we will just rush thru everyday, busy being busy and just forget wad is the importance of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl, especially guys love to use the excuse of working for the future or for a better family and all those common stuffs. it is true actually, that being a guy, certain expectations are placed on this gender, to be successful, mature, rich or at least not poor, support the family and parents, being a pillar of society and so on and so on. but if we rush thru life like how everyone is, then life becomes not life but a ride say on a lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i heard a pastor said something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if all we care abt is the final destination of wadever we are doing, god would have brought us up to heaven already the moment we are saved, not because so that we cannot sin, but because it is our final destination, to be in heaven. but god had allowed us to dwell on earth to do his will and oso i believe to live life. to be able to appreciate wad he placed in the world he created and enjoy everything that's in it. with caution of course... so lets say you are riding a bus, and say you're not late, but many ppl despite that they are not late wished the bus would travel faster so that they can get there faster and their mind is filled with why are we not there yet, why is it so slow... then he or she would have missed a whole 90% of a bus ride, the journey to your destination. so i just feel like saying this, i noe i said it many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, life is to be lived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not dread. you are given breath to smell the air, not just the mere purpose of survival...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are give feet to touch and feel the grass, not just the mere purpose of getting to places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's more to life then checking off the to do list of your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something to ponder abt... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114817625919794627?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114817625919794627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114817625919794627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114817625919794627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114817625919794627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/patience.html' title='patience'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114807111225959331</id><published>2006-05-19T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:38:32.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been two days sinced i last blogged, seemed like a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;it has become like a habit for me to check my email, friendster and blog daily... and habits are really weird things.&lt;br /&gt;i went online and checked up the meaning of the word habit it is:A recurrent, often unconscious pattern of behavior that is acquired through frequent repetition. An established disposition of the mind or character&lt;br /&gt;habits are a part of our daily life, from the moment we opened our eyes to the time when we finally put of tired minds to sleep... in fact, even in sleep we sometimes display certain habits like sleeping on one side or waking up to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;i think habits are a fascinating thing. i mean it allows a human to accept to its surrounding by reacting to it with a certain reaction or just simply accepting it. for example, when you first see a person dash across a road, you will find it uncomfortable or at least new... but after seeing a million ppl doing that, it sorts of sinks into you and you just accepts it with a reaction of no reaction to it.&lt;br /&gt;or say a new student joins your class and he is so outspoken and sorts of disrupts the peace in the class... after time, you become habitual to his actions and character that if one day he were not to be around, many will find it rather awkward with his absence. then this shows that habits are a rather frightening thing to have ina human body. it allows someone to accept wadever is thrown at him and not react even if it was a level down his standard or the average. a man who gets 3000 a month gets a cut to 2500 a month, initially he will feel the impact of the cut but after time it goes away and 2500 a month becomes a normal thing. it sorts of make us compromise on our target and allows us to settle for the second best...&lt;br /&gt;so i think i just blubbered a bunch of unorganised crap, but if you understand wad i mean, then i think we shd control our habits or our ability to accept the situation even if its not wad we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i noe its messy...&lt;br /&gt;but it really is exactly wads coming out of my head... =)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm just special... wahahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;br /&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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title='Habits'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114790274581748330</id><published>2006-05-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:59:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quest of camelot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like every trees&lt;br /&gt;that stand on its own&lt;br /&gt;reaching for the sky on it alone&lt;br /&gt;i share the world with no one else&lt;br /&gt;all by myself&lt;br /&gt;i stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a forgotten man&lt;br /&gt;in a forgotten land&lt;br /&gt;but how did you find me&lt;br /&gt;when no one else was looking&lt;br /&gt;how did you noe&lt;br /&gt;just where i would be&lt;br /&gt;i hid in the forest&lt;br /&gt;i lived in the cave&lt;br /&gt;cause no one will see me&lt;br /&gt;as how you have seen&lt;br /&gt;and no one will noe me&lt;br /&gt;like how you knew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you came ard&lt;br /&gt;and stood by me&lt;br /&gt;i could not see&lt;br /&gt;but you showed me&lt;br /&gt;that every tree&lt;br /&gt;shared the earth&lt;br /&gt;and every blind&lt;br /&gt;shared the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the sound of the other's fears&lt;br /&gt;i know the sound of ppl's scorn&lt;br /&gt;i lived in the world&lt;br /&gt;of a forgotten place&lt;br /&gt;that someone like you&lt;br /&gt;would not belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was true&lt;br /&gt;that you didn't belong&lt;br /&gt;you left my world&lt;br /&gt;but not alone&lt;br /&gt;you took my hand&lt;br /&gt;and led my thru&lt;br /&gt;the rocks and the trees&lt;br /&gt;to where you call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a blind&lt;br /&gt;forever different&lt;br /&gt;but you looked thru&lt;br /&gt;and see wad i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;you saw a person&lt;br /&gt;and not his flaws&lt;br /&gt;you saw a man&lt;br /&gt;and not wad he lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blind and never to see&lt;br /&gt;but thru your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i can now gaze&lt;br /&gt;at the stary night&lt;br /&gt;and the new full moon&lt;br /&gt;the heavens are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;with starlight tonight&lt;br /&gt;thats wad i see when&lt;br /&gt;i look thru your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has gone on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but one thing had changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not my sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i could now fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i could now grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, i know i used some songs part... haha, not as good hor... haix, maybe i will edit it again... give me comments abt this ok? its like not so good leh... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;br /&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114790274581748330?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114790274581748330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114790274581748330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114790274581748330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114790274581748330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/quest-of-camelot.html' title='quest of camelot'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114783730160827647</id><published>2006-05-16T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:41:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, after my driving lessons, me and my dad went to fetch my little brother from the baby sitter's house... its in a kinda wu lu place so we took awhile to get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but on the way back, we kinda got lost... haha, was ona road, with no lights and no other cars and all ard us were trees... we were in some kinda of a forest... the only light was the headlights from our car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that was one scary experience... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but lucky we turned ard and got out of the mess in abt half an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, nothing particular, just tot wanna share this cause i never really got lost before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, well... kinda sick these days... feel all uncomfortable inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*puke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114783730160827647?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114783730160827647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114783730160827647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114783730160827647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114783730160827647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-lost.html' title='got lost'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114779449884122138</id><published>2006-05-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:48:18.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jie min sad sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haix, just read jie min's blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;aiyo... to sound really like a bastard now, i would say this: come on la! dun be so easily defeated can? i mean didn't do well this time, ok then do better the next time lor! (oh, jie min, when i say read my blog, i dun this this entry, i meant the previous one... just scroll down the page ok?) ya and maybe tell her like i did badly too but hey, in the end i did better ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i noe normally this wouldn't help unless the person has high self egoism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but seriously, jie min aka papa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;let it go ok? i mean if you didn't do well this time i'm sure there is a reason to it the ma... i'm sure you must be familiar with the verses that say god wans us to succeed... well, tell yourself that! i mean i dun wanna bored anyone typing all the verses down so you just remember yourself ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but really maybe god just have a bigger plan for you... right? trust him. when you dunno wad to do, just simply let go and trust him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;fot myself, making the decision to return to singapore is not easy too... everyone single person is telling me to stay in US cause its better but i just dun feel good to do so. i mean god didn't even told me to go to US so i shdn't go right? like wad pastor said, never leave your local church unless instructed clearly by god... well, right now i have all kinds of doubts and fear. i mean from where i can see, staying in US is definitely the easier and better and faster route. but perhaps that not so glorifying road back to singapore has a mount everest behind it just that i can't see it yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so its easier to just let go and let god...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;let him be the driver of your life and you just be there and enjoy the ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Papa, if you need a shoulder to cry on, mine would not be ard... haha... but you always have mami to help you out k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;jia you and dun cry anymore... later ppl see then get scared to death... wahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this blog looks like a email to papa... haha... oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114779449884122138?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114779449884122138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114779449884122138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114779449884122138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114779449884122138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/jie-min-sad-sad.html' title='jie min sad sad'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114775283483906170</id><published>2006-05-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:13:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i heard this pastor said this on tv, it was his like live service, he said... life is to be enjoyed, you are given life not to dread it but to live it for life is to lived not dread... it really opened my eyes to see wad life really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i shall start from the top. the service was him talking abt defeat and us being a over-comer. ok, i remember him saying the usual stuff abt us being unique, special and give the potential and ability to succeed and overcome. but wad hit me the most was the examples he gave. he talked abt racing horses. i shall say wad he said in my own words and maybe eloborate abit more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you noe how much is out in to produce a world class race horse? its alot of money and effort and alot of risk as well... you noe, race horses are not like american idiot. its not like one day, some guy was like riding this horse and found out that it has great potential and thus put him up for horse racing and like it is talented and thus became and world clas racing horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth is, all those world class race horses are bred. their bloodline is traced and traced a long way back to determine if the genes of a mix would be pure. and a world class race horse is called a thoroughbred (not sure of the spelling). there will be this one guy whose whole job is to trace the family history and bloodline of a certain pair of horses and see if its father and mother and grand father and grand mother and so on and so on have good records and normally they will trace all the way back to a dozen generation or more. then they will pick the extremely good ones and bred a horse... this horse will have the dna and the genes of his ancestors and of course it is world class genes. but these investors have to put in at least half a million dollars to bred a horse and to train it and gorw it up to be the best race horse there is. i mean imagine when the little horsey is born, all wobbly and weak and couldn't even stand properly... to anyone who see it will think that the horse will never make it but not to the investors... cause they noe that although it looks weak now but they noe in their hearts that it will one day become a world class race horse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why? because it carries the genes, the dna and the ability of its ancestors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the same is with us. the bible says that we are the sons and daughters of god thru faith and when it says that, it means that we in ourselves carry the spiritual blood line of almight god. his dna hs genes, his ability and his anointing. although our naturally bloodline is weak and perhaps cannot make it, but our spiritual bloodline is more important that our natural bloodline... so ppl, we are called to be sons and daughters of god. and of we are god's kid and have a brother like jesus christ? how bad can we be? we are like them we are called to be like them we are given the power and ability to be like them! cause god's dna and blood runs thru our veins... if we trace our spiritial bloodline we will find abraham and we have faith in our blood, david and we have anointing in our blood, solomon and we have wisdom in our blood, esther and we have love and compassion in our blood, jacob and we have repentancehave in our blood, moses and we have power in our blood, joseph and we have dreams and visions in our blood... and the list can go on but with all these in our bloodline in our veins flowing thru us, wad more can we not succeed... even if we are down, horses dun start out strong so do we... i dunno if this will impact anybody but jus think abt all the spiritual ancestors that we have and all the genes that is flowing and making us up... i think its like wow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so on to the enjoying life part... many ppl sees their life as a total failure, proclaim themselves as losers and a mistake of life. they might not say it but in their mind thats wad they think. so these ppl dun enjoy life. they see everything as an obstacle too high to cross, a trap too big to escape, a hole too wide to jump. so all day long they dread life they feel that they are treated unfair and they are struggling to just be alive. but i suddenly feel that it is a gift to be alive, the gift of life. when all that fills ard us are dead stuff like tables and stuff, we are like that fortunate being to be alive and be human... i noe we are all created by god and stuff... but the very tot of life being as a prevailege and that life really has so much to offer, you can do so much when you're alive and none when you are dead... i mean, life is life, why live life like its dead when you are give life. its like i give you a hundred bucks and you treat it as toilet paper... honor life more... respect life and respect the very fact that you're alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life just unfolded a whole new meaning to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;one that you can't explain but to be esperienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is like an experienced... enjoy it while it last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i noe very long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114775283483906170?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114775283483906170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114775283483906170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114775283483906170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114775283483906170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/enjoying-life.html' title='enjoying life'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114766116104112466</id><published>2006-05-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:46:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impressed with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, i got to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still can't believe i wrote something like wad i wrote. i'm not saying its fabulous or fantastic or anything because i noe its not like really really good... i mean if i keep saying 'omg omg i  can't believe i wrote this' and if tan yaw sees it, he will say like noooooooooooooo this this and that that... blah blah blah blah blah... ok, tan yaw, if you're reading this... dun get angry ok? i'm just playing you... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, mami got sick... haix, so papa, pla go and take care of her ok? remind her to drink water and eat her medicine ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was watching the history channel these days and they are talking abt codings in the bible and the book of revelation. then my church talked abit abt the da vinci code and how shd we like answer other ppl's question and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so abt bible coding... i didn't knew how it was done but they say that they use the original version of the bible and enter it into a computer... then when like they can search on any words and the computer look thru the whole bible and and search for the word... then the guy like read thru every direction of the word and like up down left right and then like look for words related to the word they search, for example like during 911, this ppl found a small matrix, like a small window of text and in it found words like osama, twin towers, plane, crash, burn and etc etc... isn't it like cool but mysterious... some of the real christains that do code research says that the text are divinely encoded and it is like god purposely adds the codes in lor... but i dunno whether to believe it or not but jesus said that we shd not like try to predict the future so i think i will just dun care abt it... i mean like some of the examples that the show gave were like of its just an accident, cause like the possiblities of the words in order coming out in a very small window of words (matrix) is like 1 in 200000... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then the next is abt revelation. forgive me if i'm bording you but i just wanna blog these out... they started talking abt all the different cults that actually predicted like the year that jesus will return and stuff and like wad happen when the day didn't come and stuff. it was kinda boring but they keep talking abt the four horses that will bring the different plagues and disasters with them and they oso talked abt all the current events that happened that are they like the process of the end is coming thing and oso talked abt the antichrist vs the idea that the antichrist is actually the roman king at the time the book was written... so its all kinda confusing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, i wanna talk abt the Da Vinci Code thing... well, one of the thing that the pastor shared was abt the 'secret' gospel of judas, mary and thomas... it is a fact that these gospels were written after 100 A.D and there are all the evidences that proved it... it is a fact so dun argue abt it... so he gave the example that if we were to write abt our grandma, and compare it we our mom writting a paragraph abt her mom, whose will be more accurate? of course it is our mom's right? cause its closer to the source and she spent more time with the source... so its the same with all these secret gospel, it is written after 100A.D so by then jesus is dead, and all those who actually saw jesus are either dead or or the verge... so when judas ot thomas writes abt this gospel and abt jesus, it is definitely not accurate and futhermore they never even met jesus and so how can you try to write abt someone you dunno and no one actually who met him still alive. and all this gospels contradict abt wad all the other gospel wrote abt jesus... so its like... it can;t be true lor... aiya.., too long... i dun think anyone will read until here... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok la, enough of my boredom... good luck to all of you (for wad? i dunno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114766116104112466?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114766116104112466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114766116104112466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114766116104112466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114766116104112466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/impressed-with-myself.html' title='impressed with myself'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114755281600404030</id><published>2006-05-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:47:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love to dream. i believe that dreams are the instruments that allow our imaginations to run free and wild. maybe its dreams that gave the world their wings and perhaps its dreams thats saved the land from a famine that was planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are like our desires&lt;br /&gt;showing wad our heart truely wans&lt;br /&gt;there is no mountain too high&lt;br /&gt;or valleys to deep&lt;br /&gt;that your dreams cannot take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be half way ard the world&lt;br /&gt;but i will be at your window&lt;br /&gt;and i will be at your door&lt;br /&gt;if only i begin to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can be&lt;br /&gt;where my body is now bound&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can see&lt;br /&gt;wad my eyes could not reach&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can feel&lt;br /&gt;the gentle touch of your skin&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can sense&lt;br /&gt;wad my nose cannot smell&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can hug you&lt;br /&gt;in the endless sky that i percieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can love&lt;br /&gt;wad i could not if i didn't&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i have wings&lt;br /&gt;to fly to the skies and meet you there&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can change&lt;br /&gt;the world that would not listen&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can forget&lt;br /&gt;everything except your presence&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams i can pause&lt;br /&gt;time till i command&lt;br /&gt;so that we could count til forever and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love to dream&lt;br /&gt;it is where can i only&lt;br /&gt;taste the love of your care&lt;br /&gt;it is where can i&lt;br /&gt;find you standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love to dream&lt;br /&gt;for i can meet you&lt;br /&gt;just down the alley steet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i can't believe that i wrote this... impressed... haha... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114755281600404030?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114755281600404030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114755281600404030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114755281600404030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114755281600404030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114749404266152487</id><published>2006-05-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:20:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;actually i have tot abt this issue for a very long time, i think i started thinking abt it ever since i came to church and oso ever since i was told that we shd submit our emotins to God... i was kinda stumbled by that then... but only recently i got to sort of figure out the answer to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i have mentioned earlier, i like to think. my mind tend to wonder off by itself and you noe, end up in some funny places... haha... ok, so i tot, ppl have feelings for a reason, so that they can feel things and not just analyse everything logically and rationally... wad difference would that be to a robot... so therefore, many ppl would say that i'm very emotional and tend to let my emotions led me instead of my head... well, so then i was troubled, cause i dun wan to become a robot, doing things on my mere intelligence (there is alot of it =) and logically thinking... i mean feelings are there for a reason and i use to overrule it above all things... if i dun feel right, i'm not right... so then wenhui told me that that would be very childish and i apologise for a childish acts both in the past and some even now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you see wad i'm getting across here? its like to me, your emotions is your heart and rational thinking is your mind. then if we only use our mind, then we are jus like robots, doing things that we see and think but nothing we feel... i think i'm still very into this believe but the only difference is that someone once told me that, think its wenhui, that we can feel and shd feel for things but doesn't mean we ignore it. but we control... we can feel sad and be sad but dun allow it to affect others or your work... i think that is so true... perhaps thats wad a person is... feeling for it but controlling it... see, are you enlighten?? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114749404266152487?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114749404266152487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114749404266152487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114749404266152487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114749404266152487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-feelings.html' title='my feelings'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114746227348810144</id><published>2006-05-12T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:10:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watched movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched some movies yesterday and today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched the comedy nothing to lose, then watched dinosaur (with my little brother) he keeps wanting to watch that stupid show, i think he watched it like fifty times already... oh, then i watched the Geisha show with my dad and finally watched moulin rouge again... love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing to lose was funny but abit no sense and lie that kind of a show where you dun need a brain to understand that kind. dinosaur was boring and geisha, was a bit disappointing... i tot it would be better and i noe if i told this to tan yaw, he would say Nooooooooooooooo... then blah blah blah... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh oh, but i loved moulin rouge... it is like the third time i watched that show and i'm still loving it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its like watching the show, it makes me wonder and think that perhaps the world is rotating ard the word love. God loved his ppl, he so loved the world that he gave his only son and jesus died for all because he loved them... and everday of our life love is everywhere, btw ppl there's love and its like love is the core of everything. rational behaviours get override by the passions of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only force that can push a man into the a lake of burning fire to save his beloved wife, knowing inside his head that chances of survival is near zero. the brain and rational part of the human body and mind tells you that its a useless sacrifise but the pure love for the wife could override all rational thinking and out of love jump into the lake of fire... isn't it marvelous wad one could do in the name of love? i'm impressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when someone falls in love, oddly, the world seemed so much a better place, all tots of sucide and agony are quickly overlooked when there's love. i mean wad in the world had such a power to perform such drastic changes to a human mind, body and soul? delvina says i think too much... but i think its has is pro side too... i mean when i'm free, i enjoy just sitting there daydreaming and thinking and manifesting tots and events, thinking abt big issues and try to sound well-learnt or just thinking abt how to disappear... haha... (when i say disappear, i dun mean the emo way of saying it... i meant like the perfect disappearing act kinda thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i dunno, but i'm sort of like caught between two worlds now... the thinking that everything have a retional explaination and the logic and the science thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that this world is not so square, not everything can be explained or understanded, we just have to live with it and marvel at it, keeping in mind, we humans are not that all powerful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;love isn't just some chemical reaction in your body... i believe its something much much deeper than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, gtg... bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i.miss.you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114746227348810144?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114746227348810144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114746227348810144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114746227348810144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114746227348810144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/watched-movie.html' title='watched movie'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114735980235725767</id><published>2006-05-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:04:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decided not to write such chim-mi-lo-gy entrys today, just plain old diary style...&lt;br /&gt;oh, forgot to mention to you all that a few days back, ther was hail!!! never seen one in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;for the dumb dubs out there that dunno wad a hail is, it happens in summer times and it as plainly raining ice balls... the biggest ever were like basket balls bu the one i saw were merely like marbles or some golf balls... its pretty dangerous cause you might get hurt or worst knocked out when hit by one of those things... but the look pretty cool, like the end of the world... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss singapore, miss the warm weather and sweaty sweaty feeling everytime when i get back home. miss the easy transportation and the can go anywhere anytime feeling. kinda stuck at home if you dun have a car. oh, today's driving lesson was kinda boring but at least easy. they talked abt the importance of seat belts and why you must must wear seat belts. ppl die in car crashes not because of the impact or how bad the crash is but more because that dumb lum lum was not wearing a seatbelt. they showed us videos of a dummy, wearing abt 200 lbs, travelling at abt 25 miles/hr (thats ard the speed of the world's fastest runner) and then, he would crash into a wall... they showed that the dummy crash face first into the windshield and the windshield like dented... imagine the force in just a mere 25mile/hr... OMG, i definitely will be wearing a seatbelt next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the previous topic, haix... i missed singapore, more than i expected, probably its because i've spent 13 years of my life there and it like my life is left behind back there. i'm definitely going to go get my life back... i dunno, but the very tot of going back to singapore like soothe me, feels like you are going home, like you're on a journey and right now, you're heading home...&lt;br /&gt;which now remains me... yesterday i was listening to a christain channel and there's this female pastor talking, her last name is moore or something. she was talking abt the christains on earth, as a journey, a mission a business trip, trying to accomplish wad they are given in the time provided and then going back home, and i say BACK home. so i'm kinda feeling that way not... not that i'm gonna send myself to heaven comes but like the going back home feeling... heard the michael buble song called home... so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, nothing to write le...&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;br /&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&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/27451044-114735980235725767?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114735980235725767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114735980235725767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114735980235725767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114735980235725767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-diary.html' title='today&apos;s diary'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114720652994877345</id><published>2006-05-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:34:51.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, while travelling to my dad's office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he started his lecture and big theories abt why i shd stay in america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and why i shd love the american ppl... yuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, he started talking abt the nine eleven incident and told me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i was well, impressed and at the same time, remembered sth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he said that during that day, there was a chinese reporter in one of the buildings when the first plane hit the other building... well, as you can imagine, everyone was panicking and all were trying to make their way out of the building down the stairs... this chinese reporter wrote a report after the incident (of course he survived)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and said that he was astonished by the american ppl, even in all the chaos and the very presence of danger, there was no panick and ppl were making their way down the stairs orderly and even left a half of the stairs for the old, young and the fire fighter making their way up... i mean if that happened in an asian country say china, i think half the ppl will die not by the fire or crushing building, but by the other ppl, stampeded over them... but a chinese scholar said that there can be no cultural prosperity without the first material abundance... and i think its true too, when you can't even fill your stomach, who would care abt having a more friendly and elegant culture and society...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but my point is, even in singapore, ppl are not very poliet and friendly to strangers or even friends... i'm not innocent of such crime myself, but i'm just truely impressed with the americans (only in this event... the rest of the time... they are like yuck to me.. haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and this led me thinking abt the movie United 93, dunno singapore will see it a not but it is a movie of the united airline plane UA 0093 that crashed into one of the buildings and the whole show is abt how the different ppl in the plane did... all true stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i tot shd the families of these victims hate the hijacker? then i remember this thing that i read once, cannot remember where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lets say if god one day proclaim, that anyone who can jump high enough to touch the moon shall be saved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so then let say a good person, all his life never did anything bad, just an average joe, could jump to an extreme of a hundred metres off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and a mass murderer can only jump 2 cm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the average joe would say to god, that see, i have jumped so so so much higher than the murderer, he is worst that me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but god would see the man as a fool.. because even though you can jump a 100m, but compared to reaching the moon of abt a few thousand kilometres, 100m and 2cm are just both as bad, the difference is insignificant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i believe that's wad god meant. when he sees you and a mass murderer, all he sees is that your dirty and he is just a little dirtier... compared to his son jesus that's sparkle squeeky clean, we are both just as bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dunno if you all will understand wad i'm saying a not, but i just feel like blogging this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so inspirational to help us forgive others... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114720652994877345?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114720652994877345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114720652994877345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114720652994877345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114720652994877345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114714864928917902</id><published>2006-05-08T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:24:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is a road i wanna keep going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;love is a river i wanna keep flowing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;indead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is a road and i wanna keep going on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it is time to move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally, after a long long time, abt 2 years later, i finally moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;realised that i wasn't being enduring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but just plain stupid, there are too many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl, purpose out there to be missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;stuck in a well, only knew the sky above the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tot that there's all life is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and there's all i'm living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but one day, you came by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;although i knew you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you came as a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a stranger whom seemed so familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you brought me out of the well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;showed me the whole new sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the sky became not just a patch up above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but an unlimited canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for my soul to draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the sky was amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i found sometime more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ppl often look far and wide for wad is theirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;often forgetting that god is a good god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its when you start looking beyond your sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that He put it so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so near that its under your nose all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;obly waiting to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;take a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;often wad your heart seeks the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;is just too easy to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish you all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and find your treasure, like i found mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;really cannot help it. didn't meant to write like this one. only wanna write a story... but i think too too too talented already... end up writing so poetic, so chim chim... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114714864928917902?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114714864928917902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114714864928917902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114714864928917902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114714864928917902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-one.html' title='moving one'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114703600277502911</id><published>2006-05-07T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:06:42.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;listen for your whispers of good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not thru my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but thru my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;your words soothes me and comforts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i awoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;heard nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing familiar, nothing i noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing i recognise but a true pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a pain to noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are no longer by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for i will not see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nor will i hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life today forever changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;changed into fear and loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;fear with none of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;day in day out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;out with tears i sat await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;listening, hoping, hearing and praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in case, just in case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh how i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nice nice nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wrote this myself ok... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114703600277502911?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114703600277502911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114703600277502911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114703600277502911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114703600277502911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114703524917703503</id><published>2006-05-07T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:54:09.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much happpened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, nothing much happened this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;only bought a tampoline...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its diameter is like 14 ft, abt 4.26 m long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so its kinda big, quite fun but thats all lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just jump up and bounce down... haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114703524917703503?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114703524917703503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114703524917703503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114703524917703503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114703524917703503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-much-happpened.html' title='nothing much happpened'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114697486717804999</id><published>2006-05-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:07:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jus another entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is jus another entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is so boring now that everyday nothing special happens and even when i email ppl, all i can talk abt is like nothing special... so monotonous and boring... everyday is caught between expectatons and my struggles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my dad is like so too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he expects me to be like my step sister! who to them is the perfect child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wad on earth! i mean she told me all the nonsense things she did, like truancy and stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm always been compared with her! she gets all As for her test and is in the honors roll and blah blah blah blah!!! i'm so pissed... i hate living a life when you are not the one driving it and there are so much expectations that you not cannot but just dun wan to meet and your parent now think you're a weakling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;message to all parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FOR GOODNESS SAKE, PLS SUPPOST YOUR CHILD! THEY FACE THE WORLD THAT CONSTANTLY DISCOURAGE AND BE LITTLES THEM AND YOU ARE THE ONLY PILLARS THAT THEY CAN LEAN ON DURING STORMY TIMES. AND IF YOU'RE NOT THERE, WAD DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN TO THEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;EDUCATION IS VERY IMPT, BUT IF YOUR SO CALLED GOOD AND RIGHTOUSNESS FOR YOUR CHILD MAKES HIM SAD AND TRUELY UNHAPPY, BECAUSE ITS NOT HIS DESTINY? PLS LET HIM! YOU SHD NOE WHEN HE IS LYING AND WHEN HE IS NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ONE VERY VERY VERY IMPT THING. YOU CHILD IS A CHILD, LEARNING TO BE A BETTER PERSON, SO PLS HOW CAN A PARENT BE MORE STUBORN THAT A CHILD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, my lecture is done. just can't stand parent who abuse the name of for your own good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how can my dad literally kidnap and cage me to a place i have no love for and think its better for me! just because everyone thinks america is better? no way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate this sickening place! could never see myself living here... argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;help, i need an escape route!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whose hand can i see, when my parents' are not even there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114697486717804999?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114697486717804999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114697486717804999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114697486717804999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114697486717804999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/jus-another-entry.html' title='jus another entry'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114688995682845412</id><published>2006-05-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:32:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst drivers in the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my god, today i went to driving school and i got the biggest revelation in my life, ok, maybe not the biggest nor can it be counted as a revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was told that in a year, over 2400 ppl are injured and 600 ppl killed in a train car crash!!! and mind you, this is like the thing that isn't suppose to happen. imagine this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a railroad, intersecting with a road, like you see in the shows, there will be a barrier that will be lowered, red light flashing and bells ringing when a train is approaching... so most ppl will stop right? but not those idiotic 3000 ppl that when the gates are down, just because they think that train is far far away and they can beat the train, the zoom and drive across the railroad by turning ard it!! HOW STUPID can one get and then wad happens? well... the just crash into the train and woa, no more car left... cause trains are like really strong and fast, even a slow moving train could smash a 18 wheeller into bits... so think abt the 3000 ppl that got involved... how how how stupid are they!!! i really can't believe it... really!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, and do you noe that when you are driving at ard 55 miles/hr, that is like 88 km/h, and you smash into, head on, one of those concrete thick poles that is erected out of the ground, you noe wad happens and especially when the driver have no seatbelt on? well, my instructor saw exactly wad happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she was having a break with her class outside this carpark and they were just like a short distance from those pole thingys, then suddenly, she saw a big black SUV smashed into one of those things... and the female driver just really flew out of the front windshield, up like 60 ft and flopped onto the ground in front of the class with a big hole below her neck!!! omg... and the car, it literally wrapped itself ard that pole thing. you can only see the two front wheels sticking out beyond the mess and thh rest just got flattened into and wrapped ard that pole... omg!!! she said everyone who say it puked and puked... cause it was like... you can imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i just wanna say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;firstly, americans are smart but dumb at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and secondly, they have the most gross and omg, wth kind of crashes you can ever noe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thats my theory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;enough saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gtg, bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114688995682845412?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114688995682845412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114688995682845412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114688995682845412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114688995682845412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-drivers-in-world.html' title='worst drivers in the world!'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114686381898202508</id><published>2006-05-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:14:25.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dun you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, my message is titled Dun You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(sound like i'm preaching right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but no, its more like my own tots and you noe, trying to sound deep and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaa, dun laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you love someone, dun you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna tell her i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell her that you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;look after her when she is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and assure her when she dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to wanna call her everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but dun have to speak a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to wanna say good morning and good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but never wan to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you love someone, dun you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not to three but to a million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dun you wanna see her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and cheer her up if she's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to laugh with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and shed your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to stand in front of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when a storm comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you love someone, dun you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna be with her every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but dare not cause her inconvenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna buy her everything she wans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;even if its not wad she needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to give her your all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but accept only her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to do anything possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just to make her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or do you just wanna love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and be love in return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wa.... i think i'm so chim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114686381898202508?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114686381898202508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114686381898202508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114686381898202508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114686381898202508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/dun-you.html' title='dun you'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114680195133724166</id><published>2006-05-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:20:26.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ever watched moulin rouge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think its like the best show, i give it a 2 thumbs up, a 10/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;_the greatest thing you will ever learn... is just to love, and to be loved in return_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope you dun mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope you dun mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that i put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how wonderful life is now you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come wad may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come wad may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;until my dying days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it all revolves around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;easy.to.miss.&gt;you&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114680195133724166?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114680195133724166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114680195133724166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114680195133724166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114680195133724166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114671009765248989</id><published>2006-05-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:34:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a short story to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haix, so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;america is really a boring place. today went to my dad office to help him out with some of his work stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;aiyo, all to mafan... must arrange this and arrange that, so boring and yet so tedious. haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't do much today except going to driving school and started to learn all the road rules like who to let when you are entering a highway or when crossing an intersection wad shd you do and then oso learn all the different signs and their meanings.. so boring too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, was really glad to talk to ppl thru msn, up till so late ar? haha... haix... bored la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dunno wad to do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, stop here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;boring day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but still missing your 1 2 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114671009765248989?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114671009765248989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114671009765248989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114671009765248989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114671009765248989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-story-to-tell.html' title='a short story to tell'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114667536930641138</id><published>2006-05-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:56:09.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;second entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sfter my first, ppl had been commenting that my blog is too depressing, so therefore and thus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna make this blog entry a happy happy one =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lets talk abt the land i'm in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;where i am at, its not like middle earth, so fantasy and imaginative. its like how everyone think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the movies, in the shows, where everyone will stand at the doors of the classrooms and wait for the bell to ring and once it rings, oh, like all hell break lose! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno how to describe america, but its not as grand as most ppl think it is. if someone were to come and visit america ona vacation, probably they will think that america is not so great afterall. but i think its only when you start living here that you will experience the convenience and comfort of staying in america... but although i said all these, i still dun really like it here yet. the ppl, the culture, it just disgust me... its really like OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss singapore. singapre is very different from america...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i will tell more in my next entry... needa go for my lunch now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(happy enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114667536930641138?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114667536930641138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114667536930641138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114667536930641138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114667536930641138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/second-entry.html' title='second entry'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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-27451044.post-114662905042741304</id><published>2006-05-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:04:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is my first entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;right now in america, haix. left behind me 13 years of my life and now stranded on an alien land, alone and lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;never was it intended to end like this and i'm not going to let it get worst. i have once lost wad was dear to me and now i'm not going to let history repeat itself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;touched down on american soil just yesterday and already started to miss everyone i once knew. Jiemin, daph, del, claris, ty, wenhui, fangling, jongling, yuet yuet and many many more, and well not forgetting my beloved mummy... ppl that i knew for half a year, 4 years and even 10 years, and now they have all become memories, never again to be relived but only to be wished upon. wished upon that it would happen again and hoping to count up to a thousand or even a million for me instead of just 1, 2, 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the night at the airport was really fun, it was not like wild but it felt great. although we only spent like a few hours together, but it seemed just too short for my growing greed to spent every single moment together... thanks for everything. KAM-SA-HA-MEI-DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno wad else to say for no matter how much i wanna say, i could not express them in the finest words. but rather a simple thank you can tell a long story... thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wished we counted till a million... how i wish that moment could freeze in time and all that i need is _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa-rang hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;difficult.to.let.go-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27451044-114662905042741304?l=portabledestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/feeds/114662905042741304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27451044&amp;postID=114662905042741304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114662905042741304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27451044/posts/default/114662905042741304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portabledestination.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-entry.html' title='first entry'/><author><name>expandin from the present</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428454380974174247</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>
