<?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-2072375951253692507</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:24:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREATNESS IN ACT IS GREATNESS IN FACT</title><subtitle type='html'>you inspire me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-8173497414040088501</id><published>2010-08-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:45:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss in 3 minutes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me, sharing abit of what I have been quite the enthusiast in almost half my life. I am not saying I am perfect, but I want to share. I started off as a skinny little brat, started putting on weight when I was 10. By the time I was 12, i was quite overweight. My bro would be calling me fat. He made pig noises whenever I reached for seconds. I got sick of it and decided for myself I had to do something about it. I started reading on everything I could get my hands on. Even when I was 13, I went out to the fitness store and bought weight-loss cream. My dirty little secret. Did not work. Weight loss was not easy, I wanted it badly and after reading so much, now I have an idea of how everything works. But even after all that, I have come to learn that the right weight for everyone is different. As long as you are happy with the way you look, that really is enough. But if you feel like you want to have more control over weight, your bodysize, this is where you can read on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's face it, there are so many ways to lose weight. You have those crazy starving diets. You have meal replacement. You have those that cut on carbs and cut on fat. You have those that only drink water. Protein supplements too. All those that I mentioned are things that you consume. They are all from the nutrition view of things. Then there is the second method, that is to increase your metabolic rate. That is exercise. Weightlifting, cardio exercises, calisthenics (push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks). So these two make the golden key, nutrition and exercise. Only two! I'll help break down a few things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it comes to nutrition, I always advise to stay away from entirely starving yourself. You heard of those guys before. No dinner, no supper. The main idea in nutrition (when it comes to losing weight), is to control two things; caloric intake and fat intake. (I've included a website below, to know roughly how much is your recommended daily intake). So here are the numbers, if you take 300 calories less per day, for as long as a week, you can lose about 1 pound of fat (works the other way round just the same!). 600 calories less, 2 pounds for extreme weight loss. Any more than that is usually dangerous and not feasible. You might just gain all that weight back on. It's common to read that the best plan is six meals per day, but we Malaysians will find that hard, if not, impossible to come by. But we can fuse it in a little. Lighter breakfast, lighter lunch, definitely lighter dinner, and small amounts in between; tea time or supper anything conventional you might prefer. If you are trying to consume 1800 kj calories, then 6 meals would mean 300 calories per meal. Include the Malaysian factor, four meals might be more the norm, then one needs to take below 450 per meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idea: The body metabolises constantly throughout the day, just like on the road when there are too many cars too heavy traffic. Control your calories, don't let it control you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cutting fat or carbs yes, but meat? There are many out there that try to cut down on meats. Meats are high in protein. As an asian, it is very difficult to have "too much" protein. The recommended intake is equal amounts protein as weight in pounds. 60 kilograms; 132 pounds, 132 grams of protein. And the magic of protein, is that you almost always never have enough. It is carbohydrates (sweet sugar love) and fats that we often take too much. In fact, protein actually increases your metabolism rate naturally. Proteins are more complicated to digest, they need more energy to be broken down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idea: You want to be cutting down on fat on the meat, not the meat itself. So instead consume lean meats that are lower in fat. Lean is the magic word. Chicken is comparatively low in fat, go for the breasts. How they are prepared is very relevant, any lean meats steamed or boiled or grilled prove the least in fat (less oil). KFC is good, but control your supply and demand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyday drinks are a big concern, when it comes to watching one's weight. The math is simple, you drink 8 glasses a day, and if you take take say 4 glasses of soft drinks and 2 glasses of iced water, maybe 2 cups of milo or coffee, that will be at least more than 600 calories a day. Based on the numbers above, it is easy to lose at least a pound or two per week by steering from sweetened drinks. Sodas ARE bad, because everybody takes them everyday and they are at least 150-200 calories per can. Beers are the worst, and this is comparatively the main cause of weight gain. They are so high in calories and one can is always not enough, true?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idea: You want to drink healthier drinks, there is quite a range. Kundurs, Green tea and Chrysanthemums are quite low in calories. Green tea is even proven to encourage oxidation of stomach fat. Stay away from carbonated whenever you can. If you have to drink beer, drink less, and especially drink slower than you normally do. Drinks which use milk as a base always have more calories. Milo, Teh-C Special, Kopi Peng are some examples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what now.. hmm the nutrition part of things is simplified into this short note. But the idea to get started is there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Divide your meals throughout the day. As little calories and stop when you are satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Control carbs and fats. You always have enough sugar and fat in your diet. Take less fried foods, less sweets and junk food but aim for the leaner foods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Watch what you drink. If plain water doesn't work, pinch in some lime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- You need to have a plan, and set a goal, if you ever wish to lose weight. It's like telling yourself, I want to do better in school, it needs a good plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is getting too long, so I wont be talking about exercise. Maybe next time when I get this bored again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few facts and myth-debunking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. There is nearly no such thing as targetting fat loss. When you lose fat, you lose it overall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sit-ups do not help you lose tummy fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Although, to burn tummy fat you can try performing Metabolism Equivalent Tasks (MET) of 10 or higher, which means very intensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. 10 minutes of brisk jogging burns about 100 calories. Exercising 300 calories each day is enough to lose a pound each week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Beer-bellies come from visceral fat (organ fat), as much as people love them, they are really not healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Drinking beer isn't the main cause of beer-bellies. Drinking alot of beer, and fast, contributes however.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Having an idea, is nothing, if it does not come to reality. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are what you eat, and to each his own. I hope you like everything that I have shared. Have a good day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, one of the best inventions of mankind, is the NUTRITIONAL FACTS on food! Nasi lemak is roughly 600-700 calories, KFC thighs are nearly 300, Green tea is about 60 per can. Stuff like Starbucks Frappucinos etc have easily 500+ per drink. Pretty crazy eh, 1 frap everyday a week can almost make you gain 2 pounds. :/&lt;/p&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/2072375951253692507-8173497414040088501?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8173497414040088501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=8173497414040088501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8173497414040088501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8173497414040088501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/weight-loss-in-3-minutes.html' title='Weight loss in 3 minutes!'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-2083056877178402780</id><published>2010-05-14T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:58:13.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because..a long distance relationship is hard on both sides</title><content type='html'>Two people fall deeply in love, Haruto and Eba. Days go by, together they build their love, each day with smiles and laughs, with patience and understanding. Every day that passes only gets better, they love each other more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eba had finished high-school and was soon to transfer. Mountains and seas away. Long distance they both hoped upon. Wearing out each day watching every passing sunrise without being able to see or hold each other, for at least the better part of a year. The girl starts feeling suspicious, she hears rumors of his boy, seeing other girls, seeing.. Kanzaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it isnt true, Haruto embellishes his love for Eba, even more-so when it all started long-distance. But it sure set a scene, painful nights of uncertainty. She starts to feel disoriented. She is very beautiful and always stood out as attractive, but certainly feels the total opposite, very much like every girl out there, not believing that each has something different to offer than every other. Long distance makes her easy prey, guys start hunting. In quiet acquiescence, she does little to avoid Kyousuke. Allowing him to play her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of her lover, now of old, begin to fade. She decides, that she cannot go on. To Haruto she says "Let's call it a day". Too busy with studies, too busy with anything else. What all Haruto interprets is "No time for you, need more time for everything else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets with the new guy, Eba and Kyousuke, the hot new romance starting with a devastating heartbreak of Haruto, the one of old. Still pondering the reasons for things to happen as it did, he heard nothing about him for almost two months. Word spread, he found out. The truth was "no time for you, want another boyfriend who is here for me". It destroyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because..a long distance relationship is hard on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;So just because of that she gets a boyfriend and breaks up with you.&lt;br /&gt;That's just too cruel" - quote character Asuka to Haruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story, is my summary of the original title "Kimi no iru machi" which translates to A Town Where You Live. I began reading this romance manga on the 24th of January. My girlfriend left to study 4 days earlier, 20th January. My life changed much since then. Long-distance did not work out for me,  20 months of a good life, lost to 5 weeks of long-distance, and she has a new boyfriend. I am writing in awe of the irony that take place in our lives, writing so that I will never forget, this experience of a hard-earned past which taught me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is not something you want to find, love is something you wish you made.. It is never true love, unless both holds it to be, and that the journey of love is a two person row-boat with only one life-jacket. Only one person can break apart(there is only one jacket) and if that person does, you are left alone, and you have no choice but to row. Only rowing one side, you end up going in circles and circles. You will feel lost, you will cry and you will hurt and feel alone. But that is only until you find the right partner, to row with you through the harshest waves and the deadliest storms. To each his own, and to me this is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet you one day, I will be your life-jacket. I love you, my future sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-2083056877178402780?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2083056877178402780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=2083056877178402780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/2083056877178402780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/2083056877178402780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/becausea-long-distance-relationship-is.html' title='Because..a long distance relationship is hard on both sides'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-4155687738930448369</id><published>2009-01-28T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:46:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another cake bake!</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of things I've baked. Yes i do bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SYBPyD5i7lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Guuo84jxlts/s1600-h/CIMG3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SYBPyD5i7lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Guuo84jxlts/s320/CIMG3833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296320883246427730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Double Choc Fudge Cake&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too fancy. Oh but give me credit for the chocolate "net" i made! It was a first time thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SYBQeD6tnKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tV3AujYazsQ/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SYBQeD6tnKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tV3AujYazsQ/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296321639165566114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chocolate Devil's Food Cakes&lt;br /&gt;I personally dislike these. But i thought they looked quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well among other things i've made before include&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecakes (baked and chilled),&lt;br /&gt;Pavlovas (simply meringues topped with double cream),&lt;br /&gt;White chocolate cream cakes,&lt;br /&gt;White chocolate butter brownies,&lt;br /&gt;Caramel crunch squares,&lt;br /&gt;and a few variations of the Tiramisu cake.&lt;br /&gt;(I've never thought of taking pictures. Until now. mm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather adventurous now so if anybody wants me try a recipe, or even simple tips to give a hopeful-baker-to-be, i'd be more than happy to hear from u. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-4155687738930448369?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4155687738930448369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=4155687738930448369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/4155687738930448369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/4155687738930448369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-another-cake-bake.html' title='Just another cake bake!'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SYBPyD5i7lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Guuo84jxlts/s72-c/CIMG3833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-2206414625310340630</id><published>2008-10-13T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:33:29.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eighteenth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SPMi7GlvezI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WsQYYYOoVvE/s1600-h/newer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SPMi7GlvezI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WsQYYYOoVvE/s320/newer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256583588848040754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthdays are a big thing? It's a symbol of how much others care about u n how one means to the world. Thats how I see it, but I'm sure you all have your own extravagant descriptions or definitions on how birthdays should mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks first goes to my sweetheart for being so thoughtful and arranged with my brother that i have a birthday barbecue. Felicia dear, thank you so much. This all wouldnt have happened without you. Despite having exams you still showed u cared and thus not being able to come, I hope u really know that you gave so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to my brother for hosting the entire thing both the planning and execution. Like he said " i worked my butt off ". Tho i'm pretty sure his butt's still intact. I'm especially thankful for the birthday cake i got from Mom, Sean and Kevin. Thanks mom and dad for the big budget you were willing to spend to make it a happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gratitude goes to those who wished me (be it face to face or through facebook and friendster) and also those who even thought to get me something. This includes those who came that day too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years is a big checkpoint. Thank you everyone. I can never forget this. =)&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/2072375951253692507-2206414625310340630?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2206414625310340630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=2206414625310340630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/2206414625310340630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/2206414625310340630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-eighteenth.html' title='Happy Eighteenth..'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SPMi7GlvezI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WsQYYYOoVvE/s72-c/newer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-3385563243478119867</id><published>2008-09-25T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:29:45.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart's symphony, My heart's battlecry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SNuraA0pbyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J5jEpYUkzIw/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SNuraA0pbyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J5jEpYUkzIw/s200/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249978254016212770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emo-ness has been very dear to me lately. Perhaps im playing tricks on my self? Perhaps signs are just really telling me what i believe they are. We cant really tell for sure. I for one don't make assumptions. I prefer to know, bad or good, knowing is always at least something. Bad or good..mm. Why was it that I wrote good as the latter? Is it I who subconsciously take things negatively or is it just human nature to jump to such conclusions. Some say the best judge is your ownself. But I, to fathom such a catastrophe as the life i believe i am leading to is just..unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread 2012. Would she really be away overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression. Such an odd word. Even to write such a word seems to amount to real depression. How can a man so happy which others believe he to have everything, some of which are imposible dreams? How can certain men commit suicide? despite having wealth and even maybe...love. But i believe people are too fast to assume. Conditions are often judged and disected superficially. What if the man just had such a big fear of losing all that he has, his beloved, that led to the abovesaid depression? Would that make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this if i may quote "The higher you fly, the harder is the fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-3385563243478119867?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3385563243478119867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=3385563243478119867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/3385563243478119867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/3385563243478119867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hearts-symphony-my-hearts-battlecry.html' title='A heart&apos;s symphony, My heart&apos;s battlecry..'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SNuraA0pbyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J5jEpYUkzIw/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-5908281162568537919</id><published>2008-09-07T17:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:45:36.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RCYU#3 AGM 2008 and random Going-Ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;St Joseph's Red Crescent Youth Unit #3 held their Annual General Meeting yesterday on the 6th. It went as planned to say the least. And spontaneous unforeseen speeches and "new" awards were given out that day. Things have changed from what I once knew. People grew up, at least some of them. Things run differently too but changes can be for the better. Its up to them to think of it and the best to judge are themselves. Everyone was happy that day and "traditions" are still being performed year to year. Good to hear.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOtwFhGbhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GTJs47DTbHU/s1600-h/siong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOtwFhGbhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GTJs47DTbHU/s320/siong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243225432815726098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New head section leader, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon Siong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Just to tell you, you gave a good speech and if you can keep that attitude and work ethic as then, the unit may survive yet another year. Good luck with it all and as our motto goes, To Serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the various representatives.=) In the picture, St Teresa, Kuching High, Lodge, Green Road and the very well known Mr. Andrew, Acting OC of Youth Units in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOiklBXkDI/AAAAAAAAADw/OyHdQlxVmY4/s1600-h/DSC09521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOiklBXkDI/AAAAAAAAADw/OyHdQlxVmY4/s320/DSC09521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243213140486230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOkyTaFl6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aGjXL4SQ29g/s1600-h/DSC09525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOkyTaFl6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/aGjXL4SQ29g/s320/DSC09525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243215575299495842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon Siong will be the next in-line to be printed into the school's Head Section Leader plaque.(im prolly just finding an excuse to have my own name up this blog but oh wells =p. if you don't get what i mean..um 2006!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just incase you ask(which u most prolly wouldnt even come to think of even if you had a million guesses), yes i got myself a new bed!! a Divan to be more precise.. And it even has an under bed installed! So if you need a sleepover you know who to ask.... Not me!! i want both for my own.=) Anyway il still show u at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOnNo-1jbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U1_sbilnkdc/s1600-h/DSC09529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOnNo-1jbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U1_sbilnkdc/s320/DSC09529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243218243970502066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOpYUhBUiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-LIJjjCyFyo/s1600-h/DSC09539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOpYUhBUiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-LIJjjCyFyo/s320/DSC09539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243220626478551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed and my brothers at the further end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate note, my brother &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Tan&lt;/span&gt; got into his first road accident. Several days after getting his 'no-more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; license'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOfPiFMhuI/AAAAAAAAADo/thjmTDyhngk/s1600-h/DSC09512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOfPiFMhuI/AAAAAAAAADo/thjmTDyhngk/s320/DSC09512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243209480384841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heeheehee. IRONING BOARD!:D&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/2072375951253692507-5908281162568537919?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5908281162568537919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=5908281162568537919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5908281162568537919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5908281162568537919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/09/rcyu3-agm-2008-and-random-going-ons.html' title='RCYU#3 AGM 2008 and random Going-Ons'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMOtwFhGbhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GTJs47DTbHU/s72-c/siong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-7898296293778594563</id><published>2008-09-05T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:47:47.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To an Angel in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is to you, my sweetheart, my love, my happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMCdW1evpCI/AAAAAAAAADg/UYqjWCBZiB0/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMCdW1evpCI/AAAAAAAAADg/UYqjWCBZiB0/s320/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362981897970722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I ever want is to care,&lt;br /&gt;For this love that we share,&lt;br /&gt;And dream fondly of you,&lt;br /&gt;As our hearts join us two,&lt;br /&gt;For every breath i take,&lt;br /&gt;That's how much love we'll make,&lt;br /&gt;We will share this feeling forever,&lt;br /&gt;And live it like tomorrow come never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-7898296293778594563?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7898296293778594563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=7898296293778594563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/7898296293778594563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/7898296293778594563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-angel-in-disguise.html' title='To an Angel in Disguise'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SMCdW1evpCI/AAAAAAAAADg/UYqjWCBZiB0/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-8761328737058194877</id><published>2008-08-29T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:31:06.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victories won</title><content type='html'>Big things start slow. Big events get planned out much earlier. The topic in mind is Red Crescent. My affiliation, pastime for the pass 9 years? Back to the post,and for this particular one, time has been much of an obstacle. There was this marching competition held recently at Green Road. St Teresa and St Joseph were the favourites! woohoo! not Kucihng High(note that typo was left uncorrected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SLgAYujjmrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHj2RSgaDYk/s1600-h/DSC05834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SLgAYujjmrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHj2RSgaDYk/s320/DSC05834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239938591259597490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right : Felicia (commander), Cherie, Vianney, Nurel, Esther, Maryann, Edna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Teresa led by the one only beautiful Felicia Bateman wearing a Felicia B. on her uniform. She had found out about the competition about say 3 weeks bfore the date? Alot of time u might say. But her exams had just started..that ate two weeks. 1 week to go?hmm. not so, she had to commandeer her camp which eventualy was a success like in everything else she does.=) so that left her with 3 proper days for the competition. Practice and practice. The big day came... still more obstacles came stacking on. The competition grounds were rerouted for her group, the space was extremely too small! But she kept at her best. The best of commanding you'd ever have your ears listen to. Everything possible was done, new gloves were bought, whistles fully equipped, shoes and socks completely synchronised, berets shaved and ironed, and and and marching skills honed to perfection! im so proud of u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SLgBHZjUdDI/AAAAAAAAADY/THDPFz7NZog/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SLgBHZjUdDI/AAAAAAAAADY/THDPFz7NZog/s320/DSC05819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239939393075311666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                St Teresa in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came in, but Kucihng high(sorry lorh..) got first this time. St Teresa, though favourites were 1st runners up. It was later found out that the margin was slim..super slim. Kucihng high(hmm..) may have won the competition, but you have won my heart, for efforts you have put in, to me you all are winners to have just joined the competition. The best uniform had ur name on it all along. You all gave Kucihng high(im getting used to typing that) the best fight and it was a great performance!! Go Felisha! i mean i mean..Go St3? =P&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/2072375951253692507-8761328737058194877?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8761328737058194877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=8761328737058194877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8761328737058194877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8761328737058194877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/08/victories-won.html' title='Victories won'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SLgAYujjmrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHj2RSgaDYk/s72-c/DSC05834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-5392057571930191695</id><published>2008-07-23T02:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:28:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYnnuV0WcI/AAAAAAAAACo/mDATyOwhyA8/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYnnuV0WcI/AAAAAAAAACo/mDATyOwhyA8/s200/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225907981017962946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been having a hard time recently battling it out with my own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps I am just too sensitive a guy but even so I feel bad cause I want for you to be able to hold on to me. I wanna be your pillar of support, your pool of strength. I have been going against what I have always believed in myself and fo that I have been slacking. Will try to be strong again, for I see you as a new beginning and my only end. I only want whats best for you and anything that goes against you or hurts you goes the same to me. You will always be a part of me. You are my angel in disguise. I want you more than anything in this world. I am an egoist, I am naive, I am selfish, I am mean. But I love you. It is the sick who need curing.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Life gives you as much as you bring into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's not the number of years in your life that counts, but by how much life you have in your years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random photos to feed your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYpHR__R0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0Igxzmixf-o/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYpHR__R0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0Igxzmixf-o/s200/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225909622677653314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really huge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYscqnCWBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eb7MB0Iij9k/s1600-h/funny-picture-cat-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYscqnCWBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eb7MB0Iij9k/s200/funny-picture-cat-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913288596019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pussy&lt;/span&gt;-cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-5392057571930191695?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5392057571930191695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=5392057571930191695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5392057571930191695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5392057571930191695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/07/simple-declaration.html' title='A simple Declaration'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYnnuV0WcI/AAAAAAAAACo/mDATyOwhyA8/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-3381811337700190170</id><published>2008-07-23T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:28:16.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes, "A look at the hours"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYhbQfO4MI/AAAAAAAAACg/RcPOgHjqeKM/s1600-h/horo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYhbQfO4MI/AAAAAAAAACg/RcPOgHjqeKM/s400/horo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225901169776189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Horoscopes are the study of simply relating astrological aspects to that of a person's life, love life, character, compatibility well really anything! And certain people's lives simply revolve around them. Considering there be only 12 zodiac signs, is it safe to assume that humans are diversified to a relatively small choice of 12? 12 characters, hmm now that would make a great football team! Each with their own strengths, characters and styles and number 12 being the manager! But thats beside the point here. Just an idea.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I once had a huge liking for astronomy and astrology. People often get them mixed up anyway. So this topic of horoscopes pretty much boggles my mind. So this is just my POV and im searching for answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A friend of mine is one strong believer of horoscopes. How can you tell which horoscopes to believe and which not to? He simply replied, "he just knew". We could connect easily. Share ideas and perspectives, thoughts and emotions. Just recently he told me that Libra(I) and Gemini(him) blend well with one another. And to support his point, we had another quiet friend who was an Aquarius, Aquarius had been noted to be quiet and peaceful beings. Is there any statistic to prove this point? In my opinion, choosing a "trustworthy" horoscope source can simply mean i read what i want to, i like it, i believe it. This leads to the second point of discussion that is, if one observes certain horoscopes particularly in the daily papers one would notice the simple vagueness in each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Myth or belief? Can this be the start of who knows.. a new religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-3381811337700190170?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3381811337700190170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=3381811337700190170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/3381811337700190170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/3381811337700190170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/07/horoscopes-look-at-hours.html' title='Horoscopes, &quot;A look at the hours&quot;'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SIYhbQfO4MI/AAAAAAAAACg/RcPOgHjqeKM/s72-c/horo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-7924694035868031889</id><published>2008-06-29T00:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:28:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5A Class Reunion...and a little more.</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to Graham AND Marcel for our reunion was a clear cut success. With just enough icing on the cake to make the night one to remember. But we'll get to that in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exza. The food depot. Food was slow - they had only one chef! Prices were okay. Fish and Chips and a glass of orange juice for RM18. Friends were just wow! Nostalgiaa...Nose-tall-geeah!&lt;br /&gt;pictures..everyone wants pictures.ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZy028mKaI/AAAAAAAAACA/owRsxXLxY_g/s1600-h/28062008056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZy028mKaI/AAAAAAAAACA/owRsxXLxY_g/s320/28062008056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216983470783736226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group photo of the lot. eh only 20? wheres the missing one? moving on.. here's another similar shot. im the significant spot-the-difference among both pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ0T6PLHtI/AAAAAAAAACI/HXpR7bYLoTE/s1600-h/28062008057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ0T6PLHtI/AAAAAAAAACI/HXpR7bYLoTE/s320/28062008057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985103754534610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;courtesy of graham's attempt to mess my hair.:P. mind u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ7EQy3hDI/AAAAAAAAACY/pdoEQVswEuY/s1600-h/DSC08968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ7EQy3hDI/AAAAAAAAACY/pdoEQVswEuY/s400/DSC08968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216992531513312306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And proof of showing that guys aren't afraid to show some love! theres more xtreme ones. But i don't want anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fragging&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brog&lt;/span&gt; now do I?=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Getting to the icing of the cake, there were two distinct occurrences. Both cases would stay anonymous. P &amp;amp; C ya'll. First one, someone had hit a parked camry! Second one, someone had been stopped by police for his/her Fast &amp;amp; Furious stunts! haha obviously it's a he since there wasnt any girls. Sorry for the lack of spice on both stories. Hey,I did say it was pnc lah.LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.. the night cant end without narcissism! A lil vanity of moi~~:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ3pvfDVVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2eDpw3LTWFg/s1600-h/DSC08989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZ3pvfDVVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2eDpw3LTWFg/s320/DSC08989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216988777360348498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taadaaa&lt;/span&gt;. the perfect post(pose?NOWAY). Take it easy fellow mateys.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-7924694035868031889?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7924694035868031889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=7924694035868031889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/7924694035868031889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/7924694035868031889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/5a-class-reunionand-little-more.html' title='5A Class Reunion...and a little more.'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SGZy028mKaI/AAAAAAAAACA/owRsxXLxY_g/s72-c/28062008056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-5283993284534494848</id><published>2008-06-26T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:16:32.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson one. Money talks.</title><content type='html'>my wallet isn't with me anymore. it may never return.&lt;br /&gt;the story goes like this. i was up late watching euro Germany against Turkey. snoozing only after 5. Ignorant me had forgotten I'm scheduled for 8am riseandshine for business studies at SEGi. and so i got up and ready, not foreseeing what so small turned pretty much utter mayhem.havoc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled taking the wallet by hand -8:50am-. Arrived at SEGi college and noticed wallet wasn't with me as mom's car drove for the exit -9:00am-. So i thought to myself, must've slid off and is still in the car but just in case, i made a fox scan of the area. nope. no black wallet in sight. -9:05- Messaged mom, mom replied that there was none to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;-12:30, lunch-break- Made a quick break for the exit and dashed to mom's office! wait. Nah it hadn't been that dramatic. i took a 'peaceful' stroll of breathtaking exhaust fumes and splattering asphalt. Nostalgia kicked in. The good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;Well wallet wasn't to be seen since. Drove back home and ransacked the crib. No wallet. As of now I'm still hoping i can have my very own knight in shining armor. Heck I'm willing to play Cinderella to see my wallet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contents?&lt;br /&gt;1. Identification Card&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving licence&lt;br /&gt;3. Sarawak Club Membership Card&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarawak Club Parking Access Card&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybank ATM card&lt;br /&gt;6. RM480++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. i deserve it, don't i? it's high time alright.=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-5283993284534494848?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5283993284534494848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=5283993284534494848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5283993284534494848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/5283993284534494848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/lesson-one-money-talks.html' title='Lesson one. Money talks.'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-706883763491129927</id><published>2008-06-15T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:28:17.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherly figure</title><content type='html'>Today is father's day. Father's day is today. why do i keep doing that? Nevermind. thats beside the point. This post is for all fathers out there! And this post is for my daddy too. not that he blogs. haha. who knows one day he'll start and see what a son i'm being!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SFUM3Klv1nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JC5nEnPD6Sc/s1600-h/DSC00485-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SFUM3Klv1nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JC5nEnPD6Sc/s320/DSC00485-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212086285626234482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was our dinner. simple but yummy. home cooks best. black pepper steak, fresh mushroom soup, um potato cheese balls, coleslaw and tortellini. that was what we had served. And oh ya, daddy had a special sandwich made just for him. special just means huge.=p here's pic&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SFUOmddBndI/AAAAAAAAABY/iX6Sn-Nxzgg/s1600-h/DSC00494-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SFUOmddBndI/AAAAAAAAABY/iX6Sn-Nxzgg/s320/DSC00494-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212088197655403986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with my dad too. and my mom(hand). it looked more ghetto burger-ish to me. haha. later that day, Kev flew in from KL with his gift in collaboration with AirAsia. bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;happy daddy's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-706883763491129927?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/706883763491129927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=706883763491129927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/706883763491129927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/706883763491129927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/fatherly-figure.html' title='Fatherly figure'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/SFUM3Klv1nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JC5nEnPD6Sc/s72-c/DSC00485-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-815313405265228736</id><published>2008-06-15T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:11:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life?</title><content type='html'>the period of animate existence from birth until death. there you have it, the definition of life. and here we all go complicating what ever was so simple once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life. It is complicated. Just like every other's. I fear a lot of things. i fear him. i fear her. I prayed to be stronger. I get mad. Of course I do. but only because i fear. i fear whats coming is inevitable. But I am only one man, i am only one person, i can only do so much. But i see now that so much just isn't enough. I need to be more than what i am right now. i need to prepare myself so that one day i wouldn't break down and die. well that seems impossible. I'm a mere mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being too nice has its flaws, people take advantage of you. people may take the things you say for granted. sincerity, honesty, they are all overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am dazed. i am confused. my vision blurs, but i still look on ahead. i still give it my very best and i still look like i have much more left in me. but im losing it. this isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me. Just as Jesus had mercy on his neighbouring criminal. I hope this is not a dying battle. I am not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get what you've just read. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;Happy father's day to all fathers and our high Father above.&lt;br /&gt;And a happy birthday to a friend, who will be turning 18 tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-815313405265228736?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/815313405265228736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=815313405265228736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/815313405265228736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/815313405265228736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='life?'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-8778935743409957501</id><published>2008-06-13T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:49:45.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a mirror. Love that image.</title><content type='html'>the last few days were stormy seas for me. from an all time high..to rock bottom low. But like many around us quote "it isn't how low you fall, but rather how you get back up from it". And so, i wont take things for granted no more. I will settle for no less. The world isn't perfect, yes, but perfect is just an opinion. the world isnt perfectly round, but isn't it round enough? again enough is also an opinion. there are many more unfortunate people out there. mentally challenged, cancerous patients, people with their own natural problems. these people don't have a choice and we take for granted our own problems as the end of the world.opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped my brother at the airport earlier this morning. he left for kl on a holiday i suppose? well i hope he gets me something.. a laptop would bid well.=p u know what? i believe that i have great brothers. all 3 of them. we all look out for each other. we all out each other for look. opinion. My brothers and i, many say we share a similar look. just as many say the opposite. again another  matter of opinion. no one is wrong.=p everyone is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying this to you?&lt;br /&gt;So that if I don't wake up&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll know that&lt;br /&gt;my last moment in life was&lt;br /&gt;spent thinking of you!&lt;br /&gt;a certain someone composed this. it may sound simple but does it matter, im no english teacher. instead i think it's suuper sweeet! this is biology! hahah. you make me laugh my heart out. marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, i wish to make a tribute to great friends. friends who are there when the world bcomes a total blurrr. friends who wouldn't hesitate to help then. friends who make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make a life by getting, but you get a life by giving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, happy friday the thirteenth. black cats and salt and ladders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-8778935743409957501?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8778935743409957501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=8778935743409957501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8778935743409957501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8778935743409957501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-mirror-love-that-image.html' title='Get a mirror. Love that image.'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-8677879881514808166</id><published>2008-06-08T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:33:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordly ponder</title><content type='html'>Each day memories bring a joyous tear&lt;br /&gt;Seeding my love to grow by month and year&lt;br /&gt;For one day you'll accept me dear&lt;br /&gt;Thus cleansing with sweet love my every fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope stands on ends with subtle laughs, a healing ale&lt;br /&gt;For you whom I'd die for, I'll live for&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is yours to love or fail&lt;br /&gt;Give me this and I shan't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moons have whispered once&lt;br /&gt;Clocks run mayhem, I'm an amateur on Broadway&lt;br /&gt;Puppy thoughts no, this is all so true&lt;br /&gt;Life and beyond you are my sun buds of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-8677879881514808166?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8677879881514808166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=8677879881514808166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8677879881514808166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/8677879881514808166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/wordly-ponder.html' title='wordly ponder'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072375951253692507.post-6508503790585242242</id><published>2008-06-08T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:24:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actus non facit reum, Nisi mens sit rea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The abovementioned maxim is clearly subtle, subtly clear. it simply means that an act alone does not constitute guilt unless accompanied by a guilty mind. But in this post, i simply wish to imply that a desire alone does not fruit. Simple, declare your desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today i've truly understood naivety. a friend of mine today called me naive. foolishly credulous as the dictionary reads. i am naive.. but aren't we all? We[most of us] ask each other everyday "How are you?", when most of the time all we think of is how to avoid a conversation we so subconsciously started at first. Now that is thought but no action. But when we risk our lives and jump the gun to save a pedestrian or a baby from a fire, isn't that an act totally from reflex? we don't think, we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when is it that we can truly think, and later do? A relationship. A loved one. simple as it seems, most of us aren't doing what we plan or most of us do what we never planned.  an example, unwanted pregnancies. to me the best you can give in a relationship is yourself. You do small acts of kindness one at a time, a sweet message, a peck on the cheek, a call to say hi(if you can avoid the weird-desperado zone" and you love sincerely. It is that simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recommend reader's digest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a starter post to a blog i don't plan to geek up on, i wish you all happy blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072375951253692507-6508503790585242242?l=livingnolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6508503790585242242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072375951253692507&amp;postID=6508503790585242242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/6508503790585242242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072375951253692507/posts/default/6508503790585242242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingnolie.blogspot.com/2008/06/actus-non-facit-reum-nisi-mens-sit-rea.html' title='Actus non facit reum, Nisi mens sit rea'/><author><name>martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725873536749589702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsZVZGs0pYU/S5ULJ5vfyVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YsvWvHOvQtU/S220/PC150168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
