<?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-9738520</id><updated>2011-04-22T16:45:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Leaves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-4778573690961190122</id><published>2008-12-24T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:19:45.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Z5ZTGLAQZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Z5ZTGLAQZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love dorks, especially if it's dorky YunHo-shii! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;3&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/9738520-4778573690961190122?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4778573690961190122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=4778573690961190122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4778573690961190122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4778573690961190122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-dorks-especially-its-dorky-yunho.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-638841859395340303</id><published>2008-12-22T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:00:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;I really got to stop expecting too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;Love was never meant to be like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;Arghhh stop listening to emo songs, especially Kelvin Kwan's songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To WS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well I hope you know who you are. Haha...I want to thank you for being my whinings-listener even though I can turn very very violent and also when you don't understand what I'm talking about (I know you don't). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Gahhh I hate it when our people think that our friendship is more than what it actually is cause I don't want it to affect our friendship. I really do want to continue to be able to complain to you about *ahem ahem*...haha oh you can always complain to me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I love double Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;MinHo_YunHo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300845547678322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 292px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SU6AodedanI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Hd84yWjyoc/s320/normal_51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my Minho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SU6DRDmGsqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rVzD4kPzylA/s1600-h/yun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SU6DRDmGsqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rVzD4kPzylA/s320/yun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282303741998314146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YunHo, leader-shii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-638841859395340303?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/638841859395340303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=638841859395340303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/638841859395340303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/638841859395340303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-got-to-stop-expecting-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SU6AodedanI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Hd84yWjyoc/s72-c/normal_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-1365671425417497711</id><published>2008-11-05T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:23:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I see a generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rising up to take their place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a near revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're on our knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#e5b8b7; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're on our knees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana'&gt;Are we like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana'&gt;How can we when we are judging each other? When we're on our feet, ready to stamp those who have done wrong? Ready to look down on them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana'&gt;Selfless faith? Where is it? It's definitely not within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana'&gt;But we are praying and seeking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:yellow; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray and seek with us if you care about the Youth Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:yellow; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Friday, 8 pm in church. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1365671425417497711?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1365671425417497711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1365671425417497711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1365671425417497711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1365671425417497711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-see-generation-rising-up-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3538761009399260203</id><published>2008-10-18T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:52:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clesias has new loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Green apple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;milk tea&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;each-a-cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korean songs, esp from bands/groups like &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;3!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To WC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say that we are not abandoning you in this difficult time! We are beside you and you can always come to us when you need us. To you, we can be the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; safe cuddly strong castle when you need one to cry in. But we are not going to be in front of you and shield you from what is going to happen. I believe that &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; didn't abandon you and He will never do it ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3538761009399260203?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3538761009399260203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3538761009399260203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3538761009399260203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3538761009399260203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-love.html' title='new love'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5188239631589102325</id><published>2008-10-07T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:02:54.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is giving up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not that i don't have feelings for you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just that we are (too) different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can't expect anything from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodbye love, hello friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trusting God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other is disappointment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't say that i'm not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will be lying, won't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the decision was plain wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us couldn't see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodbye innocence, hello regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still trusting God :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God, I never had the need for masks. Instead... true love shields me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5188239631589102325?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5188239631589102325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5188239631589102325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5188239631589102325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5188239631589102325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-513305886108343389</id><published>2008-08-18T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:25:10.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the movie "Da Vinci Code", the person who planned the murder and helped in unraveling the various codes and secret messages did it because he wanted the heir of Jesus Christ to reveal him or herself. He rationalized that when the heir of Jesus is revealed, people of colour and of minority and women will no longer be oppressed in this cruel world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Christians scoff at the idea of Jesus having a child and are insulted when anybody dare to suggest that what we believe is a lie and a facade. However, aren't we all heirs of God and co-heir with Jesus? I think what God wants is that we as heirs/sons/daughters are revealed as people who bask in His love and who is willing to share that love and in that way, people of colour and of minority and women will no longer be oppressed but set free. But are we willing to be revealed? Or are we living in the shadows (when we ourselves carry a little light that can lead them to the biggest light source) and pretend that our soul is as dark as the non-Christians?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SALT THAT SHINES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow that doesn't sound so impossible after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-513305886108343389?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/513305886108343389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=513305886108343389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/513305886108343389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/513305886108343389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-movie-da-vinci-code-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5419610101498678126</id><published>2008-07-23T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:30:50.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Moonlight Resonance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc_u3FZP2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6c9S2zp25C8/s1600-h/photo_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226215966879858530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc_u3FZP2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6c9S2zp25C8/s320/photo_101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc-2PcVIVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AWDvOoG5doE/s1600-h/photo_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226214994165965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc-2PcVIVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AWDvOoG5doE/s320/photo_110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc-2Z0NECI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q6dzGh2Ys9A/s1600-h/photo_191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226214996950454306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc-2Z0NECI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q6dzGh2Ys9A/s320/photo_191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I suddenly miss Ray (Lam not Mok!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so glad that I can see him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*happy* &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/9738520-5419610101498678126?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5419610101498678126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5419610101498678126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5419610101498678126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5419610101498678126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/07/moonlight-resonance-i-suddenly-miss-ray.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SIc_u3FZP2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6c9S2zp25C8/s72-c/photo_101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-1879892778372860966</id><published>2008-07-14T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:39:01.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's the season of detachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, what's the use of emotions when all we get are negative ones which destroys ourselves and others? Even chocolates can't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks to someone, I finally know the truth. How long could you have kept it hidden? Stop being such a fool. Did I just notice the crocodile's tears welling up in your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TRIGGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah Mok, where are you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2642277330_18d9b8b89b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2642277330_18d9b8b89b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2641449241_47e052dc53.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2641449241_47e052dc53.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Consolation: I look darn slim in the photos! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1879892778372860966?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1879892778372860966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1879892778372860966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1879892778372860966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1879892778372860966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-season-of-detachment-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8701706998004832273</id><published>2008-06-24T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:13:30.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XMepFgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ix9CwNr_c4c/s1600-h/n754117081_1015471_5008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449142446855682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XMepFgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ix9CwNr_c4c/s320/n754117081_1015471_5008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XA00BKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NOkvECrz238/s1600-h/n754117081_1015707_9272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449139318621346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XA00BKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NOkvECrz238/s320/n754117081_1015707_9272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XGIrjdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xte7kZyugIY/s1600-h/n754117081_1015687_3328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449140744130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XGIrjdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xte7kZyugIY/s320/n754117081_1015687_3328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XdJroDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LsxlCuzyY3E/s1600-h/n754117081_1015709_9910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449146922344498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XdJroDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LsxlCuzyY3E/s320/n754117081_1015709_9910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XW6IO0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/joadSGjAWkA/s1600-h/n754117081_1015714_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449145246497602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XW6IO0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/joadSGjAWkA/s320/n754117081_1015714_1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_CoX_kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CYYBngdXhNQ/s1600-h/n754117081_1012224_3256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448727486463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_CoX_kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CYYBngdXhNQ/s320/n754117081_1012224_3256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_D0EMSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U2R7Cg-bLM0/s1600-h/n754117081_1012229_4774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448727803932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_D0EMSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U2R7Cg-bLM0/s320/n754117081_1012229_4774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_T3RVVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M8y0A9HawAc/s1600-h/n754117081_1012255_6639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448732112344402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_T3RVVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M8y0A9HawAc/s320/n754117081_1012255_6639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_ZkoabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YQ3l6pYYerw/s1600-h/n754117081_1015354_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448733644777906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_ZkoabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YQ3l6pYYerw/s320/n754117081_1015354_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_tDXa_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/pwajE-4X-DQ/s1600-h/n754117081_1015376_9160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448738873961458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD-_tDXa_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/pwajE-4X-DQ/s320/n754117081_1015376_9160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Evidently, the mission trip was more than words so try to guess the experience by looking at the pictures, especially the last one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9738520-8701706998004832273?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8701706998004832273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8701706998004832273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8701706998004832273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8701706998004832273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-paints-thousand-words-evidently.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/SGD_XMepFgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ix9CwNr_c4c/s72-c/n754117081_1015471_5008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-1246522316114221999</id><published>2008-06-05T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:46:05.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: PRINCE CASPIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a great movie. I'm not saying this because the effects were good or the storyline was good but because it taught me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene that impacted me a lot was when Peter insisted in opening the gates of King Mirez's castle even though it was too late. Susan's question, "What are you doing this for?" really stumped me. To me, I see myself as Peter, busily going through the plan and making sure that everything goes well but what am I doing this for? What am I serving God for? My own personal motives or His own? Peter had to go though a lot before he is able to shout "FOR ASLAN!" as he ran towards his enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is probably one character that we Christians can identify with. Other than Prince Caspian, he can be said to rise the ranks as the main male character. At first, he doesn't believe that Aslan will come back and insists on working without waiting for Aslan. How many times have we done that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Prince Caspian looked to other ways for success, he is unconsciously turned to The White Witch who we all know is the bad egg. How many times we look to other places/people instead of God? As Edmund breaks the ice/spell that the WW have over Caspian and Peter, we see Aslan's mural behind which is much more stable than WW's flimpsy ice. It is then that Peter realizes that Aslan is the one who can help and save them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslan is one great lion. He doesn't do much but when he does roars, the trees and rivers come to life. Wow, isn't that similar to how God made the universe with a word and how Jesus calmed the storm with just words? Our God is so great, isn't He? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, you will probably expect me to go gushing over how handsome Caspian and Peter is. Well, I was gushing but not over them but over Edmund! He was such a great guy and who wouldn't love a bad guy turned good? :D Even if the next movie doesn't have Peter and Susan (but I'm so bummed! She's my favourite character and that kiss with Caspian *gasp*), there is always still Narnia, Aslan and EDMUND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1246522316114221999?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1246522316114221999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1246522316114221999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1246522316114221999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1246522316114221999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/06/chronicles-of-narnia-prince-caspian-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5004565185716414658</id><published>2008-06-03T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:00:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'M DOING THIS SURVEY BECAUSE CARMEN AKA GIGI-LOVER FORCED ME TO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What you want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmmm....I want a new laptop and more shopping fund!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you believe in afterlife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I believe that I'll be dancing with Daddy when I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When do you wish to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When God wants me to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Definitely, seen two rainbows next to each other before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What impossible things you would wish to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To be able to stop time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Definitely, love is the definition of God and He is eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What feeling do you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The feeling that I am loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Must be gentle and yet strict with me, able to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What feeling do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The feeling I get when I can't get chocolates or green teas when I need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YUP, YOU GUYS, YOU ARE LOVED BY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is there anything you're looking forward to in the next two weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MISSION TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;God because He is bigger than all my problems and feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you find life meaningless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's your latest injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Does sunburn and mosquito bites count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who did I chat with just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody. Gosh, I'm a social loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What is your dream house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A beach house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you believe in trust?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Errr...is that a rhetorical question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who's your favourite celebrity? (Carmen's question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What? Can I list a hundred? Okay, kidding Sammul Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's the biggest lesson you have learnt this week? (Mine question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she is tagged has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have a blessing from all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not specifying who to do, anyone wants to do it can do it :)&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/9738520-5004565185716414658?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5004565185716414658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5004565185716414658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5004565185716414658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5004565185716414658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-doing-this-survey-because-carmen-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-9214913552795095635</id><published>2008-05-21T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:29:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dear YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I love your smile, it's so sunny and cheery and people can't help but smile when they see you smile. But is there something behind that simple smile? Is there stuggles and sorrows, hurts and wounds behind that smile? If there is, I rather you cry in my presence than hide your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jesus loves you with your smiles and tears, your smiling mouth and eyes brimming with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cliched but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-9214913552795095635?l=clesias.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-9738520.post-2957595322187420502</id><published>2008-05-17T04:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:42:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;In Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;I place my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;And find my glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;In the power of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;In every victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;My source of strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;My source of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Prone to wonder, Lord I feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Prone to leave the God I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Here's my heart, take and seal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;The Christian life is full of ups and downs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;One day, I can safely put my trust in God, the another I doubt Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;But at least I know that I can always turn back to Him and He will always be there to hold me in His arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/9738520-2957595322187420502?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2957595322187420502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a fan of gossip girl, I feel it is my responsibility to inform you the hottest in upper east side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HOTTEST FRIENEMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena Van de Woodsen and Blair Woldorf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/gossip-girl/0051029005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/gossip-girl/0051029005a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;HOTTEST COUPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass and Blair Woldorf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/gossip-girl/00509140f85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/gossip-girl/00509140f85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For more, stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You know you love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo gossip girl&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/9738520-3691199795961490865?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3691199795961490865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3691199795961490865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3691199795961490865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3691199795961490865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-fan-of-gossip-girl-i-feel-it-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3736144181687657368</id><published>2008-04-28T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:56:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please don't tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that you are trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really blame you. i mean how can you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope, you're not capable of such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was never something that you usually did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that broken window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that bird that flew away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3736144181687657368?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3736144181687657368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3736144181687657368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3736144181687657368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3736144181687657368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-dont-tell-me-that-you-are-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3986154447734254814</id><published>2008-04-21T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:31:47.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wander off too far, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you follow the wrong star, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Get back on your feet and think of Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If your troubles break your stride, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Get back on your feet and think of Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you ever feel ashamed, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When there's only you to blame, My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Get back on your feet and think of Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My love will get you home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm going home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And where your love has always been enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But your love, remains true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And when all else fades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My soul will dance with You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Where the love lasts forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Love Will Get You Home&lt;/strong&gt; by Christine Glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt; by Daughtry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where The Last Last Forever&lt;/strong&gt; by Hillsongs United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love so amazing, so divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Demands my soul, my life, my all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3986154447734254814?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3986154447734254814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3986154447734254814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3986154447734254814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3986154447734254814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-wander-off-too-far-my-love-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-4737952531420358335</id><published>2008-04-10T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:04:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If this song is too hard to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the note is too high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;do not try to sing higher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;love is like traveling together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;on the same step,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and yet as strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our love needs rogue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to cover my insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the cracks in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So close to reaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that famous happy end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;almost believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this one's not pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now you're beside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and look how far we come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we are so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the road is too wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;don't let go of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm not going to promise you a starry sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You've just need to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Faith is the substance of things hope for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the evidence of things unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragging Tune&lt;/strong&gt; by Charmaine Fong &amp;amp; Vincent Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rogue War&lt;/strong&gt; by Charmaine Fong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Close&lt;/strong&gt; by Jon McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On The Road&lt;/strong&gt; by Mandy Chiang &amp;amp; Don Li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs For Lovers&lt;/strong&gt; by Liberty X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-4737952531420358335?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4737952531420358335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=4737952531420358335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4737952531420358335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4737952531420358335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5787870849763810650</id><published>2008-04-05T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:09:49.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never seek out shortcuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A stretch of scenery, a stretch of road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bypassing a stretch, its views will never be savored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It’s better to be late than never get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why hurry and waste this big, straight road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Once arrived and the running stops, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I’ll be lost as to what to do next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The sense of feet connecting to ground, (well-grounded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;can only be felt at that moment of feet hitting the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Regardless of the road, straight or curve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Follow one’s own pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Down the path all the way to old age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Step by step&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;On Boy's monologue in "A Journey Call Life" trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;translated by &lt;strong&gt;tamaya&lt;/strong&gt; of AsianFantic Forum&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/9738520-5787870849763810650?l=clesias.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-9738520.post-6185987669209371826</id><published>2008-04-01T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:33:16.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;As I was going back home back today, it was already dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I have always love the velvet sky with its dim and yet blinking nerves and it's little ball of light called the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I was sitting at the top, with the wind. I felt calm and reassured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I never knew why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Perhaps it is so pretty to see the city lights, the signals of the cars against the inky blackness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Perhaps it is the fact that as the hour passed, the people out there awake decreases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Perhaps it is the blackness that covers me that I do not need to pretend. No need to lie or to fake. No need to hide the disappointments and the expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love this natural blanket that God has made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Every night it is not the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There was this legend, used to fool sentimental people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It said that the brightest star guided lovers to their other half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It is a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why on earth do the stars care about the affairs of mortal men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;They shine bright so as to prove themselves they are the brightest of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Will you lie next to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Even if there was no promise for eternity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I guess not..&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/9738520-6185987669209371826?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6185987669209371826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6185987669209371826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6185987669209371826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6185987669209371826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-was-going-back-home-back-today-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3740259331989731617</id><published>2008-03-26T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:03:23.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush, soothe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hush, soothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sleep well, sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this dream is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;under the blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the glittery blanket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;starry, starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a sickle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;reap the harvest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pulls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the empty bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cloudy pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dreams made of cotton candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hush, soothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sleep well, sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this dream is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cutting all ties with my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the blood, the sweet blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;angels in bright arrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the harps lying across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue grass, pink roots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep me in this whirlwind of colours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that parked car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rocking softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stars keeping watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hush, soothe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleep well, sleep tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this dream is here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clesias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3740259331989731617?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3740259331989731617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3740259331989731617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3740259331989731617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3740259331989731617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/03/hush-soothe-sleep-well-sleep-tight-this.html' title='hush, soothe'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-4955121801099489788</id><published>2008-03-19T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:59:47.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green and phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clesias is mourning the loss of her new phone because some idiot stole it away while she has to finish a 800 word essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Meanwhile she has green in AF and in Sweet Talk to comfort her. If you want to play a part, please buy a chocolate product for her, best if it were green tea chocolates. She is loving green now and hates the colour brown.&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/9738520-4955121801099489788?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4955121801099489788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=4955121801099489788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4955121801099489788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4955121801099489788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-and-phone.html' title='green and phone'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7281674173727226643</id><published>2008-03-07T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:45:24.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i want to break all the cliches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;break all the happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we are just one big cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;except we have no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7281674173727226643?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7281674173727226643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7281674173727226643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7281674173727226643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7281674173727226643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-break-all-cliches-break-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8552068550704518696</id><published>2008-03-02T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:47:10.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the gaps, they are too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wide to cross over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;too big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;too deep to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fill up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and yet, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;are just gaps&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/9738520-8552068550704518696?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8552068550704518696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8552068550704518696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8552068550704518696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8552068550704518696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/03/gaps-they-are-too-wide-to-cross-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8255330642371918063</id><published>2008-02-20T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:14:56.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERLATIVES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHXhxLiVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0pN2agYFnY/s1600-h/raymund.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084941841697106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHXhxLiVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0pN2agYFnY/s320/raymund.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raymund &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to make me laugh whenever he sings at night or whenever there are Raymund moments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084946136664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHXxxLiWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YxEVmjlzSBs/s320/caleb+and+linus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caleb (Leng) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to irritate me the most and then make me forget about it the next moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Linus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to carry my bag because it is too heavy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169086006993586626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xIVhxLicI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EgCoSK7tKIw/s320/bethia.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bethia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Most likely to convince me to buy a dress (!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYBxLiXI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZLdoWv3-HfQ/s1600-h/gracia+and+wen+chien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084950431631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYBxLiXI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZLdoWv3-HfQ/s320/gracia+and+wen+chien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gracia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to do the bimbo cheer with me and do it better than me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169085719230777778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xIExxLibI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UmKIM3vhEfc/s320/hannah+and+eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eliza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to bake me the most delicious cupcakes/muffins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hannah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to send me the nicest song because she knows it will cheer me up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYBxLiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DbEPt3_3-bQ/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084950431631746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYBxLiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DbEPt3_3-bQ/s320/grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Most likely to give me the perfect gifts for birthdays/Christmases/Valentine's and other special days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYRxLiZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IHLAiHUCp6M/s1600-h/leah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084954726599058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHYRxLiZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IHLAiHUCp6M/s320/leah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to write me a letter on cutesy paper and then fold in a complicated way so that I won't open it and read (because I don't know how to fold it back later)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xG0RxLiUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-ZDP-EtRpkw/s1600-h/the+six+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169084336251308354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xG0RxLiUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-ZDP-EtRpkw/s320/the+six+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169085714935810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xIEhxLiaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_IPhF1NEtg/s320/six+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to design my wedding invitation, the wedding car and bouquet and perhaps also throw in a backdrop or two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zoey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to make me die of laughing too much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to help me decide on my wedding gown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen Chien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to tempt me into eating more than I can just by eating ice-cream after a lunch buffet and a Sweet Talk drink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Most likely to spend hours talking about the crazy things we do and continue to do; most likely to scold my boyfriend and teaches him how to make me happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the 5 of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strike&gt;Most likely to&lt;/strike&gt; Be my bridesmaids during my wedding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never needed any suger added, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not especially when I have you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8255330642371918063?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8255330642371918063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8255330642371918063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8255330642371918063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8255330642371918063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/02/superlatives-raymund-most-likely-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R7xHXhxLiVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0pN2agYFnY/s72-c/raymund.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-3701791379941900242</id><published>2008-02-10T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:48:39.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stacie Orrico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(It could all be so simple, simple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't need high heels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a good feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can keep the fancy clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll take walkin in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over things material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll trade Melrose and the big names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me faces that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just play a melody that everybody knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Take it down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And strip it to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't really need much less is more, more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;True to life, true to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The way it's got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So simple, so simple, so simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Live to love, love to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Absolutely free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(so simple, so simple, simple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me wisdom, plain and truthful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach me somethin I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plain as education, inspiration I suppose (yeah yeah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me family, on a Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll be just fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's worth more of my time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Take it down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And strip it to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't really need much less is more, more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Livin my dream, is my song to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(let 'em hear it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sharin' my soul and spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm hopin that you hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Got one (one) life (life) to live (live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's only what you make it (make it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Every new day's a chance worth takin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3701791379941900242?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3701791379941900242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3701791379941900242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3701791379941900242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3701791379941900242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-simple-by-stacie-orrico-it-could-all_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-231796153170440127</id><published>2008-02-07T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:46:38.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MY EYE CANDIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n89yLNQvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nGgR3Qft8oI/s1600-h/raymond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163936586127983346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n89yLNQvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nGgR3Qft8oI/s320/raymond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RAYMOND LAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good points: acting, singing, doting big brother, filial son, doesn't want to depend on his father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fave Character: Ken in "The Last Breakthrough" (handsome doctor who does everything and anything to win his love, very stubborn)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:Ben in "Survivor's Law" (sweet and funny lawyer who doesn't dare to confess his love)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:Mou Ching in upcoming "The Four Constables" (cool and yet easily to fall in love, very intellient and wise) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-SLNQwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2UFsMHjjDh0/s1600-h/ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163936594717917954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-SLNQwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2UFsMHjjDh0/s320/ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ron Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good points: Good-looking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fave Character: Probably Lan Huet in upcoming "The Four Constables" (no emotions) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-SLNQxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nkKaXwIQ2VA/s1600-h/sammul+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163936594717917970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-SLNQxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nkKaXwIQ2VA/s320/sammul+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sammul Chan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good points: extremely boyish-looking, acting, singing, very hardworking, doesn't mind that he is misunderstood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fave Character: Pak Kiu in "The Academy", "On The First Beat" (stubborn police cadet who can be very sweet and is extremely 'cheung qeng')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;: Vincent in "Survivor's Law I", "II" (talented and charming lawyer who is too ambitious)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-iLNQyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_jMgyTpNAps/s1600-h/kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163936599012885282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n8-iLNQyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_jMgyTpNAps/s320/kevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kevin Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good points: Good looking, best at acting villians&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fave Character: Ka Ming in "Hard Fate" (playful, charming guy who really takes care and dotes on his girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just me and my eye candies &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-231796153170440127?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/231796153170440127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=231796153170440127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/231796153170440127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/231796153170440127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-eye-candies-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R6n89yLNQvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nGgR3Qft8oI/s72-c/raymond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-6345803257829225813</id><published>2008-02-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:58:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it feels to be madly in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is, I rather not fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please guard my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, Clesias is glad that there is steamboat next Monday! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;STEAMBOAT! STEAMBOAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6345803257829225813?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6345803257829225813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6345803257829225813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6345803257829225813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6345803257829225813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-like-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-129417066196668215</id><published>2008-01-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:27:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Zheng : Wei Lun please forgive me, Monday January 28, 2008 Taiwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wei Lun angel, how are you in heaven? This will be my first time that I have something to tell you, even though these words may arrive a bit late and slow but I want you to know, this is all my fault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still remember the first time when we collaborated together in [Nine Balls], your straightforward and passionate characteristic, even the passive one like me was infected by your lively energy, at that point we could talk about anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But after the filming, I’ve started to stray away from you but you still continue to use that cheerful laughter of yours to greet me. And I’ve choose to let this friendship fade away, I believe, at that moment you must thought that you have done something wrong that have effected our friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, all of it was my own selfishness that has started to act up. During that time, I am very confused about developing a close friendship with a friend, because I am afraid of getting hurt, that is why I won’t allow you, the new friend that I have just make, to come into the center of my life, and I don’t even care what you are thinking and stay firm with my believes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you left, I have fall into a grievous emotion ever, I asked myself, as your friend, what I have brought for you? It’s all my fault, my childish and selfish behavior, forbidding you to come into my circle of friendship; but you have make me realize that, in order to love every friends who is around me, I must not have doubts about them, afraid of getting hurt while I am with my friends but I should be more open and to really love all my friends who is around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A year has pass since you’ve left, our friends and I, also believed that you have already changed into a beautiful angel, having tons of fun in heaven. I still remember the day when the accident happen, we haven’t been chatting for quite a while then, and suddenly we have the tacit of making the last phone call, you still continue to use that sweet and coquettishly ways of yours asking me: [Hm~ Where is my birthday present that you said you are going to give me, when are you going to give it to me?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Compare to other friends who weren’t able to talk to you via phone that night, I knew, this will be the last present that you will ever give to me, even though it’s cruel but I will always put it deep within my heart, telling myself: [Wei Lun, you are my best friend for life.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Translated by Kassy @ &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/" target="_blank"&gt;asianfanatics.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is such a fine example of how true friendships can really touch and change people for the better. You may not know her, but Wei Lun was the Taiwanese artiste who passed away one year ago. She is not just well known for her talents but also the way she treats people around her. She was always gentle, friendly and caring to her friends (who included Ariel Lin and Rainie Yang). I believe that God used her greatly to touch the people around her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rest in peace, Wei Lun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-129417066196668215?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/129417066196668215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=129417066196668215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/129417066196668215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/129417066196668215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/joe-zheng-wei-lun-please-forgive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5744122751612650669</id><published>2008-01-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:21:54.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to come between you and your friend. If you are affected by what I said, I'm sorry. But just know that I've never meant for you to choose between us. I will not be upset or feel betrayed even if you restore your friendship with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can I not invite those who went for steamboat not too long ago when I told them that I wanted to go for steamboat for the outing? I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5744122751612650669?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5744122751612650669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5744122751612650669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5744122751612650669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5744122751612650669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-meant-to-come-between-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-868383409087019109</id><published>2008-01-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:11:07.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gosh, I'm so sick. This is not a good time to fall sick, what with all the stupid films to watch and the many many readings to be done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, I'm really thankful for the talk with TRIGGER. Thanks for all the encoragement and never blaming me! Let's work to make this CG the most successful and happening CG around! Remember the ABCs of a successful CG! Haha...see you all on Sat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-868383409087019109?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/868383409087019109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=868383409087019109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/868383409087019109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/868383409087019109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/gosh-im-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-2255895062723267360</id><published>2008-01-15T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:15:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm allergic to you. Could you like stay away from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will appreciate also if nobody tells me their secrets or other people's secret so that I will not get both of us into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-2255895062723267360?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2255895062723267360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2255895062723267360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2255895062723267360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2255895062723267360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-im-allergic-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-504747895938051768</id><published>2008-01-13T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:58:53.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of complaining, whining, grumbling, asking God about, being bitter and resentful about the friendships and the people that we were once so close to, we should just thank God and the people for the encouragement and the memories that were created together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R4j-_7a0RQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/B6jUdNGO03Q/s1600-h/322260935_7caa7141eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154650147760915714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R4j-_7a0RQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/B6jUdNGO03Q/s320/322260935_7caa7141eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Prayer really works wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-504747895938051768?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/504747895938051768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=504747895938051768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/504747895938051768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/504747895938051768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-instead-of-complaining-whining.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R4j-_7a0RQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/B6jUdNGO03Q/s72-c/322260935_7caa7141eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-5678018106228962764</id><published>2008-01-05T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:46:15.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I may not know how to lead a Bible study but I know God, You will lead, guide and substain me through tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5678018106228962764?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5678018106228962764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5678018106228962764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5678018106228962764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5678018106228962764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-may-not-know-how-to-lead-bible-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-9083241764811618292</id><published>2008-01-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:35:27.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's the third day of the new year. It doesn't even feel like the new year, it's like any other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on 2007, I have to say that it's been an amazing year. There's been no hoo-ha miracles or anything like that but it's been amazing how God led and guided me. How He did some amazing things like konked up the university system so that I could get into NTU (ask me for the exact details). And how He put me into deep waters so that I could learn to trust and rely on Him. And how when I called out to Him to take away my struggles, He always reminds me of the things important in my life that I had neglected. I didn't put down the "bad" things that happened because I know they are there so that the "good" things are very much appreciated and don't good always triumphs over bad? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm looking forward to the new year and all that it brings! There is and will be many changes but maybe I love changes but I'm not scared of it. Changes are there to make us grow. And what is there to be afraid when God is with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-9083241764811618292?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/9083241764811618292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=9083241764811618292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/9083241764811618292'/><link 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style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3fYJLa0RPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LQleoB4l5fM/s320/401668132_182a791f91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road is surrounded by nice scenery that takes your breath away, and sometimes there is nothing to distract you from this hard path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the time on the road is enjoyable and you wished that you will never be plucked out from the road and yet there are times when you wish that the road will just end here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are people walking with you, and sometimes you feel lonely walking by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you walk by bodies of water and you are instantly refreshed by the cool air, and sometimes you find yourself in a desert without a drop of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel light and you could actually fly along with the wind, and sometimes you feel that your feet will never have the strength to lift themselves from the ground again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road is easy with just little stones for you to kick around, and sometimes it is occupied with huge rocks that requires you to maneuver around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can just stand up with no scratches when you fall, and sometimes you are so seriously wounded that you can't get up, can't bear the pain or even the strength to call for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet it is only like times like these that you learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times you wish there was nice scenery around you that teach you to always look to the One inside you, and not to the external. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times you wish that you could just stop walking that teach you to persevere and not to give up because there are always better things up ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times you feel lonely that teaches you that there was only one set of footprints on the ground was because He was carrying you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when there was no water that teaches you to stop and pray for rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when you feel chained to the ground that teaches you to fall on your knees and to surrender everything that chains you to the One who can free you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when there are huge rocks that teaches you to overcome obstacles along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times you fall and there is no way of getting up that teaches you that it is only when you are down and resting that healing can come and that it is a process that cannot be rushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your mercy found me on the broken road..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3219099848021441578?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3219099848021441578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3219099848021441578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3219099848021441578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3219099848021441578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-road-is-surrounded-by-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3fYJLa0RPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LQleoB4l5fM/s72-c/401668132_182a791f91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-6138859453386979878</id><published>2007-12-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:24:54.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telunas was so good this year. Not just because of the food, the extra jetty jumps that I did this year and the many more people who came but because God used this time to really speak to me and teach me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-examining my life was very difficult because I finally saw what I've been really struggling against and being honest with it is no easy task. It was also the last time to equipped myself before I take on the huge task next year leading the CG. And yet God was so good that He knocked some sense into my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After turning so many corners, feeling many disappointments and crushed expectations, I finally realized who are my truest friends. It never mattered whether we went out often or we talked often but just coming together and talking about past memories while making new ones is already enough. And we seem to have a new addition, haha. These are the people I'll definitely invite to my wedding, no matter what happen because nothing can break our bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/898G5-61FxI/s1600-h/2130019955_f277ca1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147942057384625330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/898G5-61FxI/s320/2130019955_f277ca1844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kqh_ZqPn2vg/s1600-h/2130816560_ca3020760e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147942057384625362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kqh_ZqPn2vg/s320/2130816560_ca3020760e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqB7a0ROI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HsIGSRNSI5E/s1600-h/2130823368_7b2e74e31f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147942061679592674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqB7a0ROI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HsIGSRNSI5E/s320/2130823368_7b2e74e31f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/amknZrb2CMI/s1600-h/2130038293_c9b226c33a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147942057384625346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/amknZrb2CMI/s320/2130038293_c9b226c33a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matters what happen, I know that I can rely on you guys to carry me through difficult times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that is what called true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love you girls!&lt;/strong&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/9738520-6138859453386979878?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6138859453386979878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6138859453386979878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6138859453386979878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6138859453386979878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/12/telunas-was-so-good-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/R3EqBra0RLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/898G5-61FxI/s72-c/2130019955_f277ca1844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-5877225663990041468</id><published>2007-12-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:45:27.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YOUTH CAMP IS OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of camp com's hard work over the past three months is finally over in the split second Andrew say that the campers are dismissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the five days, indeed God is doing a great work in all of our hearts. Though there are some unhappiness, some who broke down and one meeting which left almost all with tears, it was something that God used to teach each and every one of us different lessons, or maybe different aspects of the same lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this missing-youth-camp mode. I bet a lot are in this state too. LOL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When faith honours God, God honours faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reassured once again. Thank You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5877225663990041468?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5877225663990041468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5877225663990041468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5877225663990041468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5877225663990041468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/12/youth-camp-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8771014431574147562</id><published>2007-11-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:52:50.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain-bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially proved that watching too many chick flicks at one go one night will really kill your brain cells the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Eliza (Lizzy-poo) and Hannah (Hannie-hoo) really acted bimbotic and weird. It's all the chick flicks fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was during watching that I felt my brain cells dying. That's when I started to gush over how hot Ron Ng (* wistful sigh*) and Raymond Lam (*double wistful sigh*) is. And then goes on to admit that Ron and Abel really look alike (it's very freaky whenever I see Abel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I learned from the chick flicks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't make mistakes, you will never know how to right it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here trying to right a wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the hurtful words or actions that I have unknowingly or quite knowingly done to anyone of you. I'm not asking for forgiveness but just acceptance. To accept me as the flawed person that I really am and to love me as who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will the love of Jesus make you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8771014431574147562?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8771014431574147562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8771014431574147562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8771014431574147562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8771014431574147562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/11/brain-bo.html' title='brain-bo'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-2045609250058441397</id><published>2007-11-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:41:27.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today got enchanted by the movie &lt;em&gt;Enchanted &lt;/em&gt;with my CG girls. (It's so weird calling my CG girls without Pris, Grace, Wen Chien, Sinyi, Eunice and Mindy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun movie because of it's silliness and cliche-ness. The actress was such a convincing princess that you couldn't help be entranched by her singing and her dancing around the meadows. It was icing on the cake when there is that really hot (x100000) doctor from &lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy, &lt;/em&gt;Patrick-something with that Cyclops guy, James-something-that-starts-with-M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gushing session with Adeline about Ron Ng and Samuel Chan, that two HK actors are my latest eye candies. (&lt;em&gt;On The First Beat&lt;/em&gt; is such a great show!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And discussing which girl deserves to win America's Next Top Model with Valerie and Eliza over Pepper Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to be enchanted by &lt;em&gt;Enchanted&lt;/em&gt;. (Alright, I know I'm lame.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's back to watching RDOV. (Oh my eye candies!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'&lt;em&gt;ve been dreaming about my true love kiss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-2045609250058441397?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2045609250058441397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2045609250058441397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2045609250058441397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2045609250058441397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted.html' title='enchanted'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-9107646404947633311</id><published>2007-11-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:04:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jenny and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was listening to my (new!!!) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MP3 player&lt;/span&gt;, the songs "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;" (by Click Five) and "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;" (by PlanetShakers) play back-to-back each other. And then I started thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jenny" is about a guy who is so upset, disturbed, annoyed, irritated, frustrated, all the bad feelings because this girl Jenny (presumbably someone that he is deeply in love with) is so fickle-minded and keeps switching from the cold-shoulder treatment to the lovey-dovey treatment. He thinks that it is driving him crazy, this temporary relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life such a mess because of such temporary things? Or also because our own life is just ultimately a temporary thing, "a breath in the wind", "a wave in the ocean"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yet, we have Jesus. He is unchanging, the same as before. There is why there is no past tense used when we described Him, "the Bright and Morning Star". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes much more assured because I know I have someone who is never changing, someone who will not change His love for me, no matter what I do. And I am more assured because I know He is holding my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which will you choose? The life in "Jenny" or the one in "Jesus"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For me, I choose the one in "Jesus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will you choose the same as me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-9107646404947633311?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/9107646404947633311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=9107646404947633311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/9107646404947633311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/9107646404947633311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/11/jenny-and-jesus.html' title='jenny and Jesus'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6764395045842366872</id><published>2007-11-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:10:29.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for my Cantonese show to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have three hours of Cantonese HK dramas everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6pm &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Revolving Doors of Vengrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7pm &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;War-of-in-Laws &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11pm &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Gentle Crackdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three or four Cantonese HK movies every week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Cantonese paradise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy these few days! Not just because I only have school on Wednesday and Friday but also....oh well, I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it will be so much better if I have one cup of green tea frappuchino now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rain, rain down, rain down, rain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wash the makeup from this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6764395045842366872?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6764395045842366872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6764395045842366872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6764395045842366872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6764395045842366872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-2169302096274684172</id><published>2007-10-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:53:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I first began to notice hands when I found that all men's hands were not as large as my Dad's hands. They were large, strong, and forceful, yet always gentle like the man. His hands encompasses mine even now when he takes it gently yet firmly, as though providing it with a cover of protection against the outside world. But he has always been like that, strong and protective, yet gentle. When those hands hold a baby, the baby stops crying and is quiet as though calmed by their strength and gentleness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clesias knows that it is time to stop all the bitterness and restore those friendships that were somehow ruined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But sometimes it is just so hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-2169302096274684172?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2169302096274684172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2169302096274684172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2169302096274684172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2169302096274684172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-first-began-to-notice-hands-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7853435970994109616</id><published>2007-10-14T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:42:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love so amazing, so divine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demands my soul, my life, my all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever met such a love before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clesias is amazed at her Father's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7853435970994109616?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7853435970994109616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7853435970994109616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7853435970994109616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7853435970994109616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-1291535866627419240</id><published>2007-10-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:45:22.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to 2 mr. dear</title><content type='html'>Mr_______________________,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite fortunate to lead a sheltered life in your own little world that you have lost all touch with humanity. Actually you have very nice features (nice eyes, nice nose etc) but somehow putting it all together on a face, just doesn't do them justice. Or maybe it was ugly-fied by your disdain and scorn of people you think not worthy of you. In other words, you have no redeeming factors even though you can be called "almost handsome". Just like how Voldermort's evilness transformed his handsome features into something atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you recognize who you are, then you have the privilege of knowing first hand that you a childish, selfish, insensitive jerk. Did I mention immature also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Clesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _______________,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have nothing to talk about other than your __________________ on your _____________. Oh well. *shruggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and another thing, I suggest you get a life away from your _____________________.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Clesias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1291535866627419240?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1291535866627419240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1291535866627419240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1291535866627419240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1291535866627419240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-2-mr-dear.html' title='to 2 mr. dear'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6772609810028682046</id><published>2007-09-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:08:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is what you get when you add a bunch of candles, a lighter and a group of immature, totally-fascinated-with-fire kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfR3OCF_4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-doFUNOEULU/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786648492375938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfR3OCF_4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-doFUNOEULU/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfR3eCF_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UqEB5cgYHLk/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786652787343250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfR3eCF_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UqEB5cgYHLk/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcOCF_zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CgR3HHrtLEg/s1600-h/23-09-07_2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786184635907890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcOCF_zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CgR3HHrtLEg/s320/23-09-07_2236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcuCF_0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/dxCcEcQWFlE/s1600-h/23-09-07_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786193225842498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcuCF_0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/dxCcEcQWFlE/s320/23-09-07_2240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcuCF_1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/O4chfHK-wYE/s1600-h/23-09-07_2308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786193225842514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRcuCF_1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/O4chfHK-wYE/s320/23-09-07_2308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRc-CF_2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cwmMtge7qeE/s1600-h/23-09-07_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786197520809826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRc-CF_2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cwmMtge7qeE/s320/23-09-07_2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRdOCF_3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DtzpiNy2WCM/s1600-h/23-09-07_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113786201815777138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfRdOCF_3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DtzpiNy2WCM/s320/23-09-07_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6772609810028682046?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6772609810028682046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6772609810028682046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6772609810028682046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6772609810028682046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-what-you-get-when-you-add-bunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RvfR3OCF_4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-doFUNOEULU/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-5545568528388742809</id><published>2007-09-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:57:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salt and light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm not saying that I hold all the answers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can lead you to the One who does."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;taken from the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Come With Me &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by 33 Miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just hearing this song today and it leads me to think that us Christians actually have a lot of power in us. I mean we are actually the one who can lead those who are lost to the King of kings, Lord of lords! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But do all of us "tap" into the power even when we really want to bring them to the Cross? I think all of us will come to a point when we throw our hands up in the air and cried out that it is so hard to bring them to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This song reminds me that we are not the ones who hold the answers. We are just the ones who bring them to the One who does. In every effort to reach out to the lost, there should be a recognition that we can't do it with our strength and a humble surrender of everything we have to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is your "light" shining brightly or hidden under a bush? Is your "salt" salty or has it lost the saltiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5545568528388742809?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5545568528388742809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5545568528388742809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5545568528388742809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5545568528388742809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='salt and light'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8684677454437120966</id><published>2007-08-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:33:09.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you read on someone's blog and he/she talks about going out with his/her friends, you sometimes wish that you have a group of friends that you can go out and share with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I can't help but feels that nobody treats me as their real friend. I'm just someone who they are with until their real friends come along. Am I just wired this way or am I being too sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, you don't. Firstly because you don't have such moments. Secondly you are not here reading this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8684677454437120966?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8684677454437120966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8684677454437120966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8684677454437120966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8684677454437120966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-how-when-you-read-on-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6736289276215816852</id><published>2007-08-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:26:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last breaakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is only one show you are going to watch per week, let it be "The Last Breakthrough". It's such a inspiration to us and so unlike the other shows that TVB produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWMwNE_sbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7kiXEwoJGiM/s1600-h/last+breakthrough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104140512466547122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWMwNE_sbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7kiXEwoJGiM/s320/last+breakthrough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And where else can you get to see such a hot doctor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWPstE_scI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8BShoVBXtjM/s1600-h/raymond+lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104143750871888322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWPstE_scI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8BShoVBXtjM/s320/raymond+lam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWPstE_scI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8BShoVBXtjM/s1600-h/raymond+lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWPstE_scI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8BShoVBXtjM/s1600-h/raymond+lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6736289276215816852?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6736289276215816852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6736289276215816852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6736289276215816852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6736289276215816852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-breaakthrough.html' title='the last breaakthrough'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RtWMwNE_sbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7kiXEwoJGiM/s72-c/last+breakthrough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-6977504070385298057</id><published>2007-08-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:22:09.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sound bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound is one of the most important component in the society. There's no stopping sounds from entering your ears the same way you close your eyes to stop seeing. It has the ability to permeate every pore of your body, making you tingle with it's very own vibration. Add deep and meaningful lyrics to a melody skillfully created with much effort, you will often get a piece that will stir and move deeply within people's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the same with worship. Worship should be a platform for you to meet with God, a time to let go of worldly cares and fetters, a chance to let His healing takes place within you, a reminder of how His blood is still flowing, still healing for you. The struggle, joy, praise and adoration etc that is reflected in the lyrics is your own; you can claim it as your own and lift it up to your eternal Saviour from your heart. There are no words enough to exactly describe the power and impact of worship, but I'm sure it's something that you will understand in your own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm truly &lt;strong&gt;addicted to worship&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6977504070385298057?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6977504070385298057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6977504070385298057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6977504070385298057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6977504070385298057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/sound-bites.html' title='sound bites'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6382019545981763329</id><published>2007-08-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:57:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I finally understand the sentence "&lt;em&gt;I stand tall on my knees.&lt;/em&gt;" tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who says prayers is a waste of time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When man works, man works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; But when man prays, God works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6382019545981763329?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6382019545981763329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6382019545981763329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6382019545981763329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6382019545981763329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finally-understand-sentence-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-460862422295078177</id><published>2007-08-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:41:11.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stained Glass Masqurade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By: Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is there anyone that fails&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that falls&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cause when I take a look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems so strong&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll soon discover&lt;br /&gt;That I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too&lt;br /&gt;So with a painted grin, I play the part again&lt;br /&gt;So everyone will see me the way that I see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy plastic people&lt;br /&gt;Under shiny plastic steeples&lt;br /&gt;With walls around our weakness&lt;br /&gt;And smiles to hide our pain&lt;br /&gt;But if the invitation's open&lt;br /&gt;To every heart that has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is there anyone who's been there&lt;br /&gt;Are there any hands to raise&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who's traded&lt;br /&gt;In the altar for a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The performance is convincing&lt;br /&gt;And we know every line by heart&lt;br /&gt;Only when no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;Can we really fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But would it set me free&lt;br /&gt;If I dared to let you see&lt;br /&gt;The truth behind the person&lt;br /&gt;That you imagine me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Would your arms be open&lt;br /&gt;Or would you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would the love of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Be enough to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHORUS 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But if the invitation's open&lt;br /&gt;To every heart that has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is there anyone that fails&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that falls&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clesias saw her eye candy three times this week! That makes her a &lt;em&gt;happy, plastic girl&lt;/em&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;Writing in italics is so fun!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-460862422295078177?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/460862422295078177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=460862422295078177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/460862422295078177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/460862422295078177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/stained-glass-masqurade-by-casting.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8503315978801998384</id><published>2007-08-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:23:54.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody been asking me "How's first week of school?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been okay. The lectures went a bit fast but the people there are nice. I'm beginning to not understand what the lecturers are talking about though. Getting a bit worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stop asking me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm glad that the matter has been resolved just before school started. Thank God that the person has stopped persuading me. Now that I have made myself very clear, I'm beginning to ignore all their &lt;em&gt;little outings. &lt;/em&gt;It's a good sign. *beams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S: All TVB-holics like me, watch "Forensic Heroes" if you haven't! It's such a great show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8503315978801998384?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8503315978801998384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8503315978801998384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8503315978801998384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8503315978801998384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='first week of school'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6848332200480143947</id><published>2007-08-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:28:46.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I need to know what people think of me, so please do this test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=clesias"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=clesias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually, it won't be that accurate because there is no "irritating" or "annoying" there, which I know is best described me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6848332200480143947?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6848332200480143947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6848332200480143947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6848332200480143947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6848332200480143947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-i-need-to-know-what-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7255588669983653475</id><published>2007-08-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:24:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've finally realised that I'm going to be a university student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've got to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that the reason they left me out is because I've not impacted them yet. So try to impact them or not? I choose not to. It's not because I'm scared of failing and getting hurt again but because I don't want to be like them, not caring about other people's feelings and leaving other people out. I don't want others to go through the same thing as me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leaving it here. I've decided to close the door on them and our past. Even if they may never read or notice this, but at least I will feel better. It is just another acceptance that we will never be the same or that we are no longer "close friends".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories. But it is never enough for me to live on and move on. &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/9738520-7255588669983653475?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7255588669983653475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7255588669983653475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7255588669983653475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7255588669983653475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-finally-realised-that-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6700240864237615918</id><published>2007-07-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:44:28.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disarray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;By: Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've faced my demons&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling these angels to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And all that I could find&lt;br /&gt;Was a thin line between&lt;br /&gt;All the saints and villains&lt;br /&gt;it was crossed in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m struggling between the facts and fiction&lt;br /&gt;I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is trying to make a statement&lt;br /&gt;Then there's me&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was any other day&lt;br /&gt;I'd pretend to know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know (just don’t know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will find it&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where I’m going&lt;br /&gt;But it’s alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey, how was the bbq? I hope it went great and that the food&lt;br /&gt;was awesome. I hope it was worth our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stop deluding yourself. You know and I know that we are no&lt;br /&gt;longer "close friends" or "good friends" to put it in your own&lt;br /&gt;words.&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/9738520-6700240864237615918?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6700240864237615918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6700240864237615918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6700240864237615918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6700240864237615918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/disarray-by-lifehouse-ive-faced-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7053810438905244566</id><published>2007-07-29T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:21:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretentious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why can't people who pretend that they are my good friends or trying to show off to people that they are close to me just stay away from my blog, or even my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is our friendship a facade that I'm too tired to put up anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7053810438905244566?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7053810438905244566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7053810438905244566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7053810438905244566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7053810438905244566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/pretentious.html' title='pretentious'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6699056702921504187</id><published>2007-07-29T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:34:32.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Brownie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/brownies.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decadent and intense, you aren't for the weakhearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can deal with your strong flavor find out how sweet you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Dessert Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are passionate, romantic, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're unique: You're girly without being high maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You're the perfect blend of stylish, preppy, and cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I am secure enough not to follow every trend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6699056702921504187?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6699056702921504187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6699056702921504187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6699056702921504187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6699056702921504187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/myself.html' title='myself'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8780524870591795087</id><published>2007-07-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:52:19.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a gentle and pleasant person. You love nature and at least some of the arts, and derive great satisfaction from being helpful. You are stubborn and are not interested in wealth and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sensuous person who can also get bored easily. You're probably a little lazy and like to have your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being alone. You like to life the simple but good life, and you cherish your freedom. You are thoughtful, confident and uninterested in glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a frank, assertive and sometimes flamboyant person. You are friendly and want to be accepted by everybody. You like to have fun, to be free, and to live a comfortable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very young at heart. You regard freedom highly and don't like to be controlled by a set of rules. You don't like conflict, will compromise wherever possible, and are hardworking people. Occasionally you can become vulnerable when having to face problems, especially emotional ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a free spirit at heart with artistic talent. You are absolutely unique and are always coming up with lots of great ideas. Being happy is your most important goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The last analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8780524870591795087?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8780524870591795087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8780524870591795087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8780524870591795087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8780524870591795087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-others-see-from-your-style-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3602173785055549040</id><published>2007-07-11T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:10:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daydreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;By: Lee Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Young man, got a lot of soul&lt;br /&gt;In God We Trust&lt;br /&gt;He broke the mould with this one&lt;br /&gt;It feels like&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere left to run&lt;br /&gt;In fact his life has just begun with a dream&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes that's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT: 12px arial; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fly away, drift and glide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fly away, drift and glide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daydreamer, what are you dreaming of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daydreamer what are you thinking of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daydreamer, wanna dream with ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leave it all behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I say, welcome to the dreamtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Young girl that I used to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sung a lullaby and stole the show from everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll tell ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when she closed her eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She saw the world and she fantasied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was part of her and it was beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A sworn song for my girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you but I don't know where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So long for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll see you in my dreamtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to close the door on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3602173785055549040?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3602173785055549040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3602173785055549040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3602173785055549040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3602173785055549040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/daydreamer.html' title='daydreamer'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8911991044663071925</id><published>2007-07-10T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:36:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey guys, you shouldn't even be here. There is nothing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I repeat, do not ever come here again. There is a strange virus attacking whoever who comes here. So stay away from here! Delete my link if you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Left out. That's what I've been feeling these past week. Oh gosh, now I'm going to sound like an emo-freak. That's side effects of watching too much Oprah, I'm telling you. (Now great, I've just become a nutter who's talking to her other "her". I mean "you"....or wait, is it "I"? *throughly confused*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know why I let it affect me. The fact that they've been going out all week, going to each other's house and playing what-not while I've stuck  at home with my computer, TV, mp3 player and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Order Of Phoenix&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;. (Pretty dreadful companionship, huh). I guess it got to do with the fact that we used to be so close. I mean I accept the fact that people change and friendships change, just that it is still a pretty unresolved issue in my heart. I've tried surrendering this to God and keep telling myself that it doesn't really bother me, but I still bite my lips whenever they blogged about the latest place they go and latest things they do. Or when I'm sitting down there and they just treat the rest of us invisible as they talk about their latest secrets, things the rest of us doesn't have a single clue about (I will rather I do not be with them than to go through that kind of torture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know I've envisioned them in my future 21st birthday party or even my future wedding, all having fun. But now I just don't see them there anymore when I try to imagine my wedding. Scary huh. Friends that you have thought you will share weal and woe even when growing old suddenly become strangers overnight, if not over a long period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's not a cold shrug-off that I've received. It's not even a torrent of harsh words poured out during a argument. Of course, it's not as dramatic as Harry Potter. But it's a disinterest in my life, a distrust in me, a dislike of being with me and a distance that is happening so slowly that none of us will know until it is over. Except I would have like to be one of those who didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder what is God trying to say. Is He saying "My dear, all these are temporal. Fix your eyes on Me and I will satisfy you."? Saying "This is to prepare you for better friends coming your way."? Or maybe He is saying "You nutter! You are just over-reacting, over-imagining, over-emotional and over everything! Go and be nice to them and do not be bitter about anything!" (Great Clesias, you've just risen another level of madness -hearing voices that contradict each other.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that my whole social life is in a mess, I'm more worried about starting school. What if I can't fit in? What if I'm doomed to spending school life wandering around school alone? What if I failed to be a good example of Christianity and instead is a fat stumbling block? I haven't even begin to address my fear of failing my exams and waste four years and my parents' money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And yet I know that God will bring me through. He was the one who convinced my mum (years ago) that she doesn't have to worry because I will surely go to university. And He must be the one who convinced the lady that I signed up for English Lit course when I never ticked English Lit. I may not know what He wants me to do with that path but I trust Him enough to know that it's going to be the best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;A friendship that only bubbles over without any real substance maybe wasn't meant to start in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HEY, WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?! &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/9738520-8911991044663071925?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8911991044663071925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8911991044663071925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8911991044663071925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8911991044663071925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/invisible-post.html' title='invisible post'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6005822675837414969</id><published>2007-07-09T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:21:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brighten my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Brighten My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By: Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts swirl like willow branches caught in autumn winds.&lt;br /&gt;My body as tense as a cat’s as it stalks it’s prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you, oh Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It’s what I long to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lord, brighten my heart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lord, lighten my sou&lt;/span&gt;l)&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts swirl like willow branches caught in autumn winds.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lord, still my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;My body as tense as a cat’s as it stalks it’s prey. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Lord, relax my body&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Help me open my heart to you, oh Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It’s what I long to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6005822675837414969?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6005822675837414969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6005822675837414969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6005822675837414969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6005822675837414969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/brighten-my-heart.html' title='brighten my heart'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-445587625506050206</id><published>2007-07-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:13:50.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUNCHYROLL-ING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I have successful not update for so long that nobody comes here anymore! Now I can really pour out my feelings. (how many litres, Clesias? Okay, not funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh...that horrible Mika song that my brother plays 24/7 is really driving me mad. The love of God is preventing me from taking his phone and throwing it out of the window, ten floors down. (P.S: if you see a white Sony Ericson phone broken into pieces outside Blk 849, then you know what happen. Cause human beings have their boundaries, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I'm doing is crunchyroll-ing, watching hilarious "Beautiful Cooking", the oh-so-handsome-Raymond-Lam! "La Femme Desperado" and the lame/cliched-storyline-crappy-acting "Heart Of Fencing". What a great social life I have. *sarcastic*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-445587625506050206?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/445587625506050206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=445587625506050206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/445587625506050206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/445587625506050206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/07/crunchyroll-ing.html' title='CRUNCHYROLL-ING'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3796891765725215135</id><published>2007-05-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:55:39.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish that the sun wouldn't rise so that I wouldn't have to wake up and face those horrible truths that I'm no longer the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But who am I to dictate whether the sun rise or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm in one of those moods where no amount of chocolate can help. You better stay away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3796891765725215135?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3796891765725215135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3796891765725215135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3796891765725215135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3796891765725215135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish.html' title='i wish...'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5972320999778685291</id><published>2007-05-17T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:34:07.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Clesias aka Ch'ng Yi aka Chngster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, MY DEAR GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's blessings be unto you for the rest of your life and that you will stay close to Him. May God also bring the right guy (who looks like ______ and is as sweet as ______ ) to you at the right time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, your Creative Zen Stone will be coming to you very soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Clesias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Congrats for getting into NTU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5972320999778685291?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5972320999778685291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5972320999778685291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5972320999778685291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5972320999778685291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-2566402835613236349</id><published>2007-05-13T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:58:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcFAvq3hFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X82_TmqpoQ4/s1600-h/choco9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064021816355816530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcFAvq3hFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X82_TmqpoQ4/s400/choco9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcDvfq3hEI/AAAAAAAAADw/4N5kjK4lEIM/s1600-h/choco8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064020420491445314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcDvfq3hEI/AAAAAAAAADw/4N5kjK4lEIM/s400/choco8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcCMfq3hDI/AAAAAAAAADo/rrWWf9orcJg/s1600-h/choco7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064018719684396082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcCMfq3hDI/AAAAAAAAADo/rrWWf9orcJg/s400/choco7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb8lvq3hCI/AAAAAAAAADg/5FnbqXDV5go/s1600-h/choco6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064012556406326306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb8lvq3hCI/AAAAAAAAADg/5FnbqXDV5go/s400/choco6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb7d_q3hBI/AAAAAAAAADY/OaIQTsIUFuE/s1600-h/choco5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064011323750712338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb7d_q3hBI/AAAAAAAAADY/OaIQTsIUFuE/s400/choco5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb6nPq3hAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z-PL73SZsgo/s1600-h/choco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064010383152874498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb6nPq3hAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z-PL73SZsgo/s400/choco4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb6Dfq3g_I/AAAAAAAAADI/sjqYYyR8iq8/s1600-h/choco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064009768972551154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb6Dfq3g_I/AAAAAAAAADI/sjqYYyR8iq8/s400/choco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb5Vvq3g-I/AAAAAAAAADA/f91uMjIiiqo/s1600-h/choco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064008982993535970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb5Vvq3g-I/AAAAAAAAADA/f91uMjIiiqo/s400/choco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even seeing pictures of chocolates makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a real &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scavanging chocoholic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb33_q3g8I/AAAAAAAAACw/27qrYiTTFRo/s1600-h/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064007372380799938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rkb33_q3g8I/AAAAAAAAACw/27qrYiTTFRo/s400/eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the presents that Bethia, Calebs, Raymund and Kun Quan jointly gave me. Imagine my happiness when I opened the box! I haven't started on it and I don't intend to (unless I'm real stressed out) I just love the pretty swirls on the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still waiting patiently for my presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-2566402835613236349?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2566402835613236349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2566402835613236349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2566402835613236349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2566402835613236349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/chocoholic.html' title='chocoholic'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RkcFAvq3hFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X82_TmqpoQ4/s72-c/choco9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-1120385978898192645</id><published>2007-05-06T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:24:39.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creative zen stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rj3ygPq3g7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kf1XEb0FWHY/s1600-h/mainbanner_zenstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061468192010372018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rj3ygPq3g7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kf1XEb0FWHY/s400/mainbanner_zenstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so getting this MP3 player! Unless some nice souls are willing to get it for my birthday! *hint hint wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1120385978898192645?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1120385978898192645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1120385978898192645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1120385978898192645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1120385978898192645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/creative-zen-stone.html' title='creative zen stone'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rj3ygPq3g7I/AAAAAAAAACo/kf1XEb0FWHY/s72-c/mainbanner_zenstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-7467520281611450900</id><published>2007-05-02T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:54:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world of my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized that among my friends, I'm in a world of my own regarding my favourites. Don't believe me? Take a look at what I like and you will agree that none of these things appeal to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I'm a absolute lover of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cantonese music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Most of my friends don't even like Chinese music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hong Kong dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are a must for me. (Taiwanese idol drama? Korean cry-buckets-of-tears-drama?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Forum-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is what I do when I'm on the net. (You must be now asking what is forum-ing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Nothing beats a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gothic/thriller/crime busting book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. (Most of my friends won't even touch a book. Those who do are usually does who enjoys historical romance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I'm interested in watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and going to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (None of my friends will spend the time and money.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does this mean that I'm weird? So...to blend in or not? To forget everytime that I love and try to pretend that I love English music, love Korean dramas, don't like reading and scorn at all artistic appreciation or to be truly myself? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"For You created my inmost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;being; You knit me together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;in my mother's womb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I praise You because I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;fearfully and wonderfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;made;Your works are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;wonderful, I know that full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Psalms 139: 13-14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7467520281611450900?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7467520281611450900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7467520281611450900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7467520281611450900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7467520281611450900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-of-my-own.html' title='world of my own'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-2667453051377707153</id><published>2007-04-23T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:25:10.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visualDNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=To me, everything that is different is art.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=The songs that I listen is meant for me, not you.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=I just love my beauty sleep!&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=Freedom is feeling nature around you without any inhibitations&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1EE58276.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=Your body is a temple of God.&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=A hint of comfort and strength when you hold my hand.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=To wake me up, just place a dozen alarm clock arond me.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_693B6C19.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=Stuck in the story of the book.&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=Awed by the subtle beauty and grace of the place.&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=242876-f1e6&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5" bgcolor="#343466" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=242876-f1e6&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-2667453051377707153?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2667453051377707153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2667453051377707153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2667453051377707153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2667453051377707153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/visualdna.html' title='visualDNA'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7716506563463467733</id><published>2007-04-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:53:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams of colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Of Colours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Every Monday-Friday, 10pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Channel U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this Tuesday 24 April)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Ris6f8pJ6tI/AAAAAAAAACg/a0suYI9cl1g/s1600-h/dream_of_colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056199327182613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Ris6f8pJ6tI/AAAAAAAAACg/a0suYI9cl1g/s400/dream_of_colours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"At the end of a fashion show, the internationally renowned fashion designer Nick Yau (Tse Kwan Ho) walks onto the stage amidst rapturous applause together with top model Elaine Poon (Melissa Ng), the angel of his heart who inspires him to greatness. All fabulous costumes and the brightly lit catwalk make it an enthralling show to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick has high expectations on new designers Michelle Ku (Myolie), Phoebe Lui (Rain Lee) and Ella Kwan (Sharon Chan). Michelle's grandfather Ku Chun Kau is Nick's mentor. Because of his relationship with Kau, Nick puts even higher demands on Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Phoebe and Ella are talented and have great potential but there are considerable obstacles to overcome before their rise to fame. To live their dreams, they are determined to endure the hardships and to face the challenges ahead. As time goes by, Nick and Michelle have developed a genuine affection for each other. Elaine is heartbroken. But tears are gone when a suitor Mario Law (Sinn Lap Man), Nick's partner, comes to woo her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cast included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myolie Wu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharon Chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tse Kwan Ho&lt;br /&gt;Mo Ka Yiu&lt;br /&gt;Lui San&lt;br /&gt;Liu Kai Chi&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Wang&lt;br /&gt;Lai Lok Yee&lt;br /&gt;Lau Kong&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Ma&lt;br /&gt;Law Kwoon Lan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://hkadb.net/"&gt;http://hkadb.net/&lt;/a&gt; for the picture and information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Another Myolie series! *clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7716506563463467733?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7716506563463467733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7716506563463467733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7716506563463467733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7716506563463467733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams-of-colour.html' title='dreams of colour'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Ris6f8pJ6tI/AAAAAAAAACg/a0suYI9cl1g/s72-c/dream_of_colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-7818226222581542500</id><published>2007-04-21T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:48:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on every side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As with all my books, there is a nugget of truth nestled between the lines between the lines of the story. The truth is that walls have been around since the beginning of time, whether they belonged to Adam and Eve, who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;allowed a barrier between themselves and God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or the people of Jericho, who believed they could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;keep God out by building a wall around their city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I thought walls were more of an Old Testament issue. Walled-in cities; walled-in, stubborn people; temple wall, that kind of thing. But as the story comes to life, God began to make something very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Walls are a part of our lives to this very day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we may not think we've put walls between God and us. I certainly didn't think so. But I discovered that without meaning to, I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;allowed scheldues and responsibilities and the busyness of life to put distance between the Lord and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In a sense, I allowed walls to form. I'm guessing that this is true for you as well. Though your intentions may have been good, somewhere along the way you've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;allowed space to come between you and the Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the novel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Every Side&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from Karen Kingsbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a wall that is keeping you from God, the One who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Be strong and courageous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter. You will not fight this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battle alone. I will go before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...the battles belongs to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord....I know the plans I have for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...and it is My pleasure to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than you can ever ask or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7818226222581542500?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7818226222581542500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7818226222581542500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7818226222581542500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7818226222581542500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-every-side.html' title='on every side'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-553245240100353027</id><published>2007-04-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:41:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst sushi experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This story has a moral to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, two guys and girls went for a &lt;strong&gt;Suki Sushi buffet.&lt;/strong&gt;. When they sat down, the guys immediately reached for a bowl of fried salmon skin, and ordered lots of fried stuff like fried soft shell crabs. The girls wanted to order some sushi so they asked the guys what they want. Guess what one of the guys said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't eat sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl: (puzzled) Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Because the rice will make me full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Me: Doesn't he realize that he is in a SUSHI resturant? *rolls eyes*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all they ate was plates full of fried oily food and the guys didn't eat anymore because they got so sick of the oil. The girls only ate a few plates of sushi and so they wanted to eat somemore. But the guys were restless and insist on going to one of their other friend's home. With no other choice, the girls decided to stop. When the girls got home, they felt that what they eaten wasn't worth the $20 and they were hungry the moment they reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moral of the story: Don't ever go to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi buffet with this kind of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feel sorry for the girls? Unfortunately, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying who the guys but I'll give you a hint: &lt;strong&gt;One of the guy's name starts with a '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;' and ends with a '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;' and the other's name starts with a '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;' and ends with a '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*planning to go for another sushi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;buffet three weeks later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-553245240100353027?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/553245240100353027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=553245240100353027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/553245240100353027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/553245240100353027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/worst-sushi-experience.html' title='worst sushi experience'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5607113889274969410</id><published>2007-04-17T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:20:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a kinda bad mood today because there was &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EXTREME MAKEOVER: HOME EDITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;! Instead it was replaced by &lt;u&gt;Beauty And The Geek&lt;/u&gt; and some Martin Yen cooking show. *glares at Mediacorp* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I just can't download the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that caught my eye. Yes, you must be wondering "Hmm, What is Ch'ng Yi doing finding a new blogskin? Doesn't she realize that nobody is reading her blog anymore?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I had a very weird dream. I dream that I was supposed to meet my friends for lunch. While I was waiting for them at the appointed time and venue, one by one called me or msged me saying that something cropped up, they had an emergency and therefore they are unable to meet up with me. Although I was upset, there wasn't anything I could do about it, is there? So I decided to not waste this day since I'm already out and walked around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking around, I met the friends who was supposed to meet me and there they were with other friends. I knew what was going on because they had a guilty expression on their face. Just as I was going to throw a chair at them, I woke up. Woah, what a great time to wake up *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst things is not that I wanted to throw a chair at them (that was like the best thing) but it feels so real. I can imagine it happening in real life. And that makes me so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;paronoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once again. And&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the friendships I have now. How do I know that my friends will not treat me like what happened in the dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please take away all my insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5607113889274969410?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5607113889274969410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5607113889274969410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5607113889274969410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5607113889274969410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-5919607283674710274</id><published>2007-04-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:25:11.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this no-job status with nothing to do has really turned me into a TV freak. Now I'm hooked on this show called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Extreme Makeover: Home Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are thinking to yourself, 'How can Ch'ng Yi watch such a stupid show?". But the "Home Edition" is totally different from the one that shows people getting plastic surgeries and often of them crying in pain. Here I'll just let their website do their introduction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In a race against time on a project that would ordinarily take months to achieve, a team of designers, hundred's of workmen and even the neighbors, have just seven days to completely renovate an entire house - every single room, plus the exterior and landscaping for a deserving family nominated by friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Along with Ty Pennington, the other members of the design team that work their creative magic on the homes are Constance Ramos, Preston Sharp, Michael Maloney, Paul Dimeo, Tracy Hutson, Eduardo Xol, Ed Sanders, Paige Hemmis, Tanya McQueen, and Daniel Kucan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To get the job done, they're going to have to cooperate with each other — a hard thing to do when they don't always even like each other. Tensions flare as tastes are disputed and the deadline approaches…can they get the job done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They literally knocked down the whole house (Sorry that I can't find any pictures of them knocking the house) and then rebuild it in a totally cool and modern way in seven or six days. They then furnish the whole house with new furnitures, each person's room is decorated in the exact way that each person would like. Can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what I love about the show is the hope and love that is awe-inspiring. The families who are featured are usually those who are strucked by tragedies and illneses and they are unable to move on. Their house which is a mess and a pathetic state are a reflection of their personal lives. The design teams come in and give them a brand new house, hoping that the family will start again with a new house and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The episode that stuck me the most is the one where a family of eight kids have just lost their parents. The design team build a house that was not only impressive but is a great hope to the eight kids, hoping that as the eight kids remember their parents, they also will continue to create happy memories in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also love that the show shows how much love and hope can be created when people come together. Other than the design team, contractors from all over the town also come to help to break the house and then rebuild it. Neighbours also come to support those who are working on the house and also to even donate money when there is not enough. When the family comes back and they sees the house, everybody will be crying along with them (especially Paul). What a great, entertaining and hope-inspiring show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Design Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ty Pennington&lt;/strong&gt; -Design team leader/carpenter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paige Hemmis&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Carpentry/Nuts &amp; Bolts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul DiMeo&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Carpenter/Attitude)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed Sanders&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Construction)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Xol&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Landscape)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Moloney&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Interiors/Glamour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preston Sharp&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Exteriors/Big Ideas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanya McQueen&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracy Hutson&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Shopping/Style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Littlefield&lt;/strong&gt; -Designer (Handyman/Carpenter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053983310695292578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RiNbCz6-3qI/AAAAAAAAACI/7YZOL1CFiOA/s320/extreme+makeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053983516853722802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RiNbOz6-3rI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KHitw--DzQ8/s320/extreme+makeover2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com"&gt;www.tv.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/"&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures and information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S: Any chance they will be popping by in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-5919607283674710274?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5919607283674710274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=5919607283674710274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5919607283674710274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/5919607283674710274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/extreme-makeover.html' title='extreme makeover'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RiNbCz6-3qI/AAAAAAAAACI/7YZOL1CFiOA/s72-c/extreme+makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-4283573545968158854</id><published>2007-04-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:56:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self -contended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing My Limits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sang by: Pong Nan&lt;br /&gt;Written and Composed by: Pong Nan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't have an attractive face, I don't know how to shock the audiences.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how to use nice words to fool others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've always known that I don't have those qualities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To create a great atmosphere and to deceive listeners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But even the frog has a princess who accepts him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't have a cute appearance, only have a pair of hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As I sing and play, even the plain become beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't have the great wish of becoming a superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even if I do become one, I think it'll be too forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've never thought of trying to please everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I only know to do my very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't like to use words of grief to garner words of sympathy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll just focus on being a contented person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't have a great eloquence, but there's no need to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The ugly duckling and the swan, both can become great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm not interested in putting on pretenses for anyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Putting up all these fancy things to get attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've never thought of trying to please everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I only know to do my very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't like to use words of grief to garner words of sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've never given up my true identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even if only one person truly listens to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm already fortunate to have his attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I know that there are things that I'll never do well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll just focus on being a contented person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't care about trying to please the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's why i don't have to try so hard to cover up my imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't need protection and I don't need sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've never been afraid of knowing the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even if the only one listening is this piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It doesn't matter, because I'm truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I know that there is no way that I can become perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll be satisfied with just being a simple person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can't force you to listen to me, or to give me your applause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But at least, I can use my song to tell everyone what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485027664271970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rg_SYnfOmmI/AAAAAAAAABw/jxQZ61lwjKA/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485341196884594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rg_Sq3fOmnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ldA8_Q75D9E/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048485568830151298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rg_S4HfOmoI/AAAAAAAAACA/pqBsUNTNXGU/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a name="entry3546111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snookie_1 of AsianFanatics Forum for translating the Chinese lyrics into English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-4283573545968158854?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4283573545968158854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=4283573545968158854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4283573545968158854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/4283573545968158854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/04/self-contended.html' title='self -contended'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/Rg_SYnfOmmI/AAAAAAAAABw/jxQZ61lwjKA/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-2640063496601391642</id><published>2007-03-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:18:20.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;time, has many things to be told&lt;br /&gt;time, has many lessons to be learned&lt;br /&gt;time, holds so much wisdom we have missed&lt;br /&gt;time, tells many longings we have wished&lt;br /&gt;time, measures what we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;time, gives us futures to accomplish dreams&lt;br /&gt;time, it passes quickly use it wisely&lt;br /&gt;time, OH!! It's time for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this poem from one of the most talented singer Hong Kong singer Khalil Fong's blog. given his humor and weird personality, i have a feeling that he composed the poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like Pong Nan, he writes most of his songs and probably for other artistes also. just can't enough of the talented HK singers! his songs are in Mandrian and are pretty good so if you want to listen to them, just let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should check out his blog, it's pretty witty and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/soul-boy"&gt;http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/soul-boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/9738520-2640063496601391642?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2640063496601391642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=2640063496601391642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2640063496601391642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/2640063496601391642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8674466067279057587</id><published>2007-03-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:03:43.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(starting next Tuesday 13 March Channel U 10 pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Hard_Fate/hf_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flora Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damien Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kevin Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niki Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maggie Siu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephen Au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hawick Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo Yuen Yan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guest Stars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle Yip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sherming Yiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark Kwok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:The story of this series uses jade industry as its background so the theme of this story will use jade as its focus. The story will cross over the 20s, 40s from the last century and contemporary(ie, 2003) to bring out a story using different people from different time-period and of their complicate life stories. There is a mystical antique piece of jade called "Wo Hop Yee Sin" that will affect different characters in this series such as Flora chan, Damien Lau, Niki Chow, Kevin Cheng, Stephen Au, Maggie Siu, Michelle Yip, Mark Kwok and Michael Tong(Mark Kwok, Michael Tong and Michelle Yip are just guest-starring, and they'll enact their story in the 1920s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wonders why this series theme is so similar to Maggie Cheung and Lawrence Ng's jade series, that's b/c this is the one, similar one that was featured in the promotional tv-presentation a while ago. Flora Chan plays a jewelry designer who will have a relationship with Kevin Cheng and Damien Lau. Producer Wong Sum Wai said she went to Myanmar to do researching for this series and called jewel dealers to sponsor b/c there are going to be a couple jewelry conventions and auctions later that need real jade stones. People could tell the stones are fake if they don't use real ones. So, they'll have body guards to guard them later. Niki Chow plays Damien Lau's daughter who will also have a relationship with Kevin Cheng. Maggie Siu plays a jewelry designer and an assistant to Damian Lau and liking Damian also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this show! I saw the last 5 eps of this show last year and I was regretting why I couldn't have caught this show earlier. It is one of the better serials of TVB, considering the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great acting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing chemistry between Kevin and Niki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Hard_Fate/4f8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only drawback is the relationship between Flora and Damien. I think it is worse than the relationship between Zoe and Sam in Triumph In The Sky. I don't know what TVB is doing, keep on adding relationships that have huge generation gaps when they should realize that that is not their forte. Other than that, it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a great series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch on the weekdays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Credits to Asian Fanatics Forum and Gallery for the pictures and the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8674466067279057587?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8674466067279057587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8674466067279057587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8674466067279057587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8674466067279057587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/03/hard-fate.html' title='hard fate'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-6808475790669269691</id><published>2007-02-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:51:55.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faithful One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful One, so unchanging&lt;br /&gt;Ageless One, You're my Rock of peace&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all, I depend on You&lt;br /&gt;I call out to You&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;I call out to You&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my Rock in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;You life me up when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;All through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the harbour&lt;br /&gt;My hope is in You alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is sure send by God to praise Him! Ever since I've started working, there were many times that I can see the things that God does for me! Everytime there is a problem, God will always appear in the nick of time. Like when I thought that I lost the title deeds *serious trouble* and I was getting despertate, it suddenly appeared in front of me! Or how my boss suddenly become nicer to me this week. Everytime I feel fustrated and want to walk out of that door and never come back again, He always make sure that something good will happen to me so that I will be happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's sermon and CG Bible Study was so apt in my working life. I have the motivational gift of service which means that it is very hard for me to say "no" to even people who I don't really like, which includes my boss. I now know that He has placed me in that company because they really do need my help, even though I can only help them with small things. Even though it may be very demanding and pressurizing at times, it feels better that I can help them with something and free them up to do something more important. And I know that whatever happens, I can always rely on God who will literally "(Come) To My Rescue".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming week (and most likely the last week that I work there), I want to have a spirit of excellence. Making sure that I will do whatever that I has been assigned to do with my utmost best, and not slip-slop work. And always remembering to always bring the credit and praise back to God. I'm sure that as I serve, His Presence will be there and bless my work. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did something yesterday that I feel so much better. Although is akin to ending something, but it is an ending to my struggles and hurts which also make me feel that I have let go of a very big burden. Now I'm feeling light-hearted and ready for work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely goodness and loving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindness will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;follow me all the days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my life. And I will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dwell in the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house of the LORD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever." [Psalms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:6] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-6808475790669269691?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6808475790669269691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=6808475790669269691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6808475790669269691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/6808475790669269691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/faithful-one.html' title='Faithful one'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-105194557434689618</id><published>2007-02-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:29:54.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mp3 player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;300 songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Xiao Bei has finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ran out of space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *cries* But it is the perfect excuse to get a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new 1GB or 2GB MP3 player&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And since I've started working and is getting my pay very soon, I couldn't help searching for MP3 player on the net and found some pretty MP3 player!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Criteria for new MP3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at least 1GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;small and cool looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;less than $100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3090378/simg_t_os36514621e9d91a4596045b38f9f2c0d93644e5cjpg?rm_____DrstW0JpW"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3090378/simg_t_os36514621e9d91a4596045b38f9f2c0d93644e5cjpg?rm_____DrstW0JpW" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative Zen V 1 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082911/simg_t_os3731857d01e216be98243f38c4785d305598f23jpg?rm_____DxtTAofKm"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082911/simg_t_os3731857d01e216be98243f38c4785d305598f23jpg?rm_____DxtTAofKm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philips GoGear SA1335 1 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3081873/simg_t_os31709856c2f43cad88641fc9ef63304ad3be648jpg?rm_____D9ivqdHQ1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3081873/simg_t_os31709856c2f43cad88641fc9ef63304ad3be648jpg?rm_____D9ivqdHQ1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archos Gmini XS100 4 GB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3064809/simg_t_o1993960108.1146765410.jpg?rm_____Dbp2tsMtO"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3064809/simg_t_o1993960108.1146765410.jpg?rm_____Dbp2tsMtO" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mobiBLU Cube 1 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3081687/simg_t_os372474409a56fc1ba714cecafc7987d43cc1e75jpg?rm_____DHeI6KTUD"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3081687/simg_t_os372474409a56fc1ba714cecafc7987d43cc1e75jpg?rm_____DHeI6KTUD" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panasonic SV-MP010P 1GB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3080930/simg_t_os2508823a57a1a1e711c4f839c2d0603604f74acjpg?rm_____DBL3zmswC"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3080930/simg_t_os2508823a57a1a1e711c4f839c2d0603604f74acjpg?rm_____DBL3zmswC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cowon iAU DIO U2 1GB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is my dream MP3 player!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082555/simg_t_os36857013b5cf18ea572441199e8aa38b87deec1jpg?rm_____Dda0Cfl40"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082555/simg_t_os36857013b5cf18ea572441199e8aa38b87deec1jpg?rm_____Dda0Cfl40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty purple 2 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082555/simg_t_os36857031c26bdb109ad4e1ba7ffbfa35c282ae1jpg?rm_____DBFnz6i0a"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f3c.yahoofs.com/shopping/3082555/simg_t_os36857031c26bdb109ad4e1ba7ffbfa35c282ae1jpg?rm_____DBFnz6i0a" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty pink 1 GB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*excited* I can't wait to get my pay and shop for my MP3 player! If anyone of you know any good lobang, please please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Footnote: Yahoo Shopping website for the pics of the other mp3 players!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-105194557434689618?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/105194557434689618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=105194557434689618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/105194557434689618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/105194557434689618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/mp3-player.html' title='mp3 player'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3589312342158086842</id><published>2007-02-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:48:13.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying and trying and yet I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that I will never ever fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love Cantonese music. What are you going to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stop me from being different from you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*looking forward to Wed -"Heroes" day*&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/9738520-3589312342158086842?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3589312342158086842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3589312342158086842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3589312342158086842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3589312342158086842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-go.html' title='let go'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7416459237231928242</id><published>2007-01-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:54:59.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONG NAN banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RbxSPjExYLI/AAAAAAAAABg/VGnZOYQfIi4/s1600-h/BANNERpongnan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024981711305400498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RbxSPjExYLI/AAAAAAAAABg/VGnZOYQfIi4/s400/BANNERpongnan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This has totally made my day! Thanks to justtbecausee of Asianfanatics Forum for making this Pong Nan (yes, the guy that I was talking about a few posts ago). This will be in my signature on the same forum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was finding his pics online, I found out that he is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ten years older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than me! Blimey! That means he is going to be 29 this year. And I always thought that he was 23-25 years old.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, that was a random post on a boring Sunday afternoon. I guess I must be learning random blogging from Beryl or Hannah...tsk tsk tsk mustn't mix around with them so much, if not I will be like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7416459237231928242?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7416459237231928242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7416459237231928242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7416459237231928242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7416459237231928242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/pong-nan-banner.html' title='PONG NAN banner'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHHmI5tyUlw/RbxSPjExYLI/AAAAAAAAABg/VGnZOYQfIi4/s72-c/BANNERpongnan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738520.post-225606835381921804</id><published>2007-01-28T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T03:16:46.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: [to Meredith] Look I was married for 11 years. Addison is my family. That is 11 Thanksgiving’s, 11 birthdays, 11 Christmas’s, and in one day I am supposed to sign a piece of paper and end my family? A person doesn’t do that, not without a little hesitation. I’m entitled to a little uncertainty here. Just a moment to understand the magnitude of what it means to cut somebody out of my life. I am entitled to at least one moment of painful doubt and a little understanding from you would be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pick me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;choose me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's such a classic scene from the show &lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty romantic too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-225606835381921804?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/225606835381921804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=225606835381921804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/225606835381921804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/225606835381921804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/derek-to-meredith-look-i-was-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8898910846535470115</id><published>2007-01-26T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:47:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 more days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; episode of &lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Star World&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v103/athlonkmf/35670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v103/athlonkmf/35670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes is a serial saga about people all over the world discovering that they have superpowers and trying to deal with how this change affects their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relatable superheroes include &lt;strong&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/strong&gt;, a 30-year-old male nurse who believes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Diego Medina&lt;/strong&gt;, a 28-year-old junkie who has the ability to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paint images of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he is high, &lt;strong&gt;Niki Sanders&lt;/strong&gt;, a 33-year-old Las Vegas showgirl who can do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt;ncredible things with mirrors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hiro Makamura&lt;/strong&gt;, a 24-year-old Japanese comic-book geek who literally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;makes time stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;D.L. Hawkins&lt;/strong&gt;, a 31-year-old inmate who can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;transport himself through walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/strong&gt;, a beat cop who can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hears other people's thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Claire Bennet&lt;/strong&gt;, 17-year-old cheerleader who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;defies death at every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are they discovering what having superpowers means to them but also the larger picture of where their superpowers come from. Eventually their superpowers draw them together when they try to evade the series' antagonist who wants to harness their super-DNA for himself. Their ultimate destiny is nothing less than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saving the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series will star Greg Grunberg (Alias), Leonard Roberts (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Milo Ventimiglia (Gilmore Girls), and Hayden Panettiere (Ally McBeal, Guiding Light). Tim Kring (Crossing Jordan, Chicago Hope) is the series' creator. The pilot is set to be directed by Dave Semel (American Dreams, Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Beverly Hills, 90210). Heroes will be produced by NBC/Universal/Tailwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I shall entertain myself with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote: Credit to athlon of Asianfanatics Forum for the pic and the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sg.yimg.com/i/sg/adv/startv/heroes_728x90.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved by her hero, Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8898910846535470115?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8898910846535470115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8898910846535470115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8898910846535470115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8898910846535470115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/heroes.html' title='heroes'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-8018422138415021742</id><published>2007-01-22T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:26:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words by John Newton 1779&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing Grace! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sweet the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a wretch like me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once was lost, but now am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was blind, but now I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Twas Grace that taught my heart to fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Grace my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fears relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did that Grace appear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hour I first believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through many dangers, toils, and snares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have already come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tis Grace hath &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;brought me safe thus far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Grace will &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lead me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord has &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;good to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my hope secures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;portion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as life endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we've been there ten thousand years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright shining as the sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've no less days to sing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God's praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than when we'd first begun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Thank You Father for this grace that I know will substain me for tomorrow and will lead me home one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." [2 Cor 12: 9]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-8018422138415021742?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8018422138415021742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=8018422138415021742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8018422138415021742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/8018422138415021742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-grace_22.html' title='amazing grace'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-1087731859229807123</id><published>2007-01-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:56:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks wearing &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; is something of an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;artistic statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but whispers that it also reveals a certain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;instability of character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, Mom," I answer, compelled to defend the colour black. "People like it because it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;understated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's not understated; it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dramatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"-and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sophisticated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Black's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How can black be boring and dramatic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's boring to look at, and dramatic because people who wears it want to appear like something they're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom leans so far across the table, I think we're going to bump heads. "What child wears black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mouth opens, closes. I'm genuinely stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My point," she concludes, straightening. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No child wears black. Children reach for color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jamie would wear only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;royal blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; T-shirts. His favourite sweatpants were St Patrick's Day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ashlee loved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pink underwear, pink skirts, pink sweaters, pink hair barrettes, pink everything. And if pink wasn't an option, she'd grudgingly choose&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom hesitates. Frowning, she shakes her head. "I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You don't remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You liked all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But I had to have a favourite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her frown deepens. She's thinking. Her shoulders finally lift, fall. "I don't think you had a favourite, or if you did, I don't recall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such an amusing conversation between a mother and daughter that I read in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Frog Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Porter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your fave colour? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-1087731859229807123?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1087731859229807123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=1087731859229807123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1087731859229807123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/1087731859229807123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/colours.html' title='colours'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-3644373347891556289</id><published>2007-01-19T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:04:45.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales always started with "Once upon a time," and they always ended with "happily ever after." And in between there's struggle and tragedy, love and loss, heartbreak and triumph. But in the end, love conquers all. In the end, everyone is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They made us believe it's a man who will, and must, save us...that women need to be rescued, as if we were all helpless, fragile maidens locked in towers and dungeons or lying asleep, poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rapunzel had to let down her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so the prince could climb up it and free her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cinderella needed a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairy godmother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glass slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Prince Charming to save her from a life of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snow White needed not just one but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bunch of little men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--seven, to be exact--to protect her until the prince could stumble through the woods and discover said maiden, unconscious and waiting for him. A gift offering on ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get princes, Snow White and her sister Rose Red had to be so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They had to make sure that there were always roses in vases on tables. The copper kettle had to shine. The floor had to be immaculate. And the girls had to be gentle, loving, obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those stories teach that love is reserved for those who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; themselves, rather like the beautiful ballerina from "The Steadfast Tin Soldier," who burns up with her guy at the end, symbolizing true love. One shouldn't have to die--physically or psychologically--for love. Love should be about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not weakness. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empowerement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, strong, tender, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invincible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to be like all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daring heroines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in fairy tales. Not the ones who were waiting to be rescued, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ones rescuing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the one saving. Not the sleeping princess needing to be awakened, but the warrior woman like Belle, who'd rescue her father from the monster's dungeon, a brave woman who'd fight a powerful curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the me who has always been here, but maybe she was buried so deep inside that no one-not even me- knew how real she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wants more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much more. She wants the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she's never had; she wants the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;victories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; she wants to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confident, daring hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not the damsel in distress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more waiting like Rapunzel locked up in the ivory tower. No more Sleeping Beauty dozing in a high palace chamber. No more Snow White laid out on ice beneath glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All the magic, happy endings and good things can't just be at Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-3644373347891556289?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3644373347891556289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=3644373347891556289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3644373347891556289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/3644373347891556289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/fairytales.html' title='fairytales'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-314724598201867348</id><published>2007-01-08T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:01:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why u should never believe in fairytales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lies that fairytales make you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. That girls should always wait for guys to come and save them, when they have the ability to save themselves (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Bluebeard&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. That love is worthy enough for you to sacrifice your uniqueness and even your life. (refer to &lt;strong&gt;The Little Mermaid. &lt;/strong&gt;No, not the Disney one where they lived happily ever after. The original one where she died in the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. That there is always a Fairy God Mother to help you solve your every problem and grant you your heart's desire. (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. That you can be resurrected by a kiss even after you are dead. (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Snow White&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. That you can still look pretty and cause guys to fall for you even when you are sleeping. (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. That you have an unique shoe size that your shoes can only fit you and you only. (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. That you can rub any ancient oil lamp and a genie will come out of it before fulfilling your three wishes (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Aladdin&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, fairytales are created so that you little boys and girls will believe its evil lies and believe it as the reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEREFORE, YOU SHOULD NEVER BELIEVE IN FAIRYTALES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How to recognize a fairytale - It begins with a "Once upon a time..." and ends with a "...and they lived happily ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/9738520-314724598201867348?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/314724598201867348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=314724598201867348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/314724598201867348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/314724598201867348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-u-should-never-believe-in.html' title='why u should never believe in fairytales'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-7099183557639947792</id><published>2007-01-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:08:44.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sin mong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Easy To Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by Pong Nan Lam Yi Bong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disclaimer's Note: This song is actually in Cantonese. I merely translated the lyrics into English with the help of babelfish.altavista.com although I wouldn't recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mistook Horse Leo as Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost almost twenty handphones.&lt;br /&gt;My memory loss&lt;br /&gt;Is so serious that I forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped a memo,&lt;br /&gt;Cannot recall it as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow supposed to deliver letter.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow then discovered,&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who was once in my room&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying those happy times?&lt;br /&gt;I only see&lt;br /&gt;The empty double bed.&lt;br /&gt;Other people and matters have all been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have store everything in their memory,&lt;br /&gt;May have many disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe heaven is kind to them,&lt;br /&gt;Letting them forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car I parked somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Ask me ten seconds later, I no londer remember.&lt;br /&gt;Also many times,&lt;br /&gt;Left my keys in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Facing you with words to say,&lt;br /&gt;The moment I want to start,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have forgotten the intention.&lt;br /&gt;Silence is more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Not opening mouth does not mean losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who was once in my room&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying those happy times?&lt;br /&gt;I only see&lt;br /&gt;The empty double bed.&lt;br /&gt;Other people and matters have all been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have store everything in their memory,&lt;br /&gt;May only look back sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe heaven is kind to them,&lt;br /&gt;Letting those feelings and memories be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never mind,&lt;br /&gt;Those memories remembered or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;No one look backs at them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not scared of forgetting those past events,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue to make friends with people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who was once in my room&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying those happy times?&lt;br /&gt;I only see&lt;br /&gt;The empty double bed.&lt;br /&gt;No need to discuss the coming years.&lt;br /&gt;That night, that manner is unforgettable,&lt;br /&gt;Do not treat it as a haven.&lt;br /&gt;Clinging on to yesterday will never bring peace.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe heaven is kind to them,&lt;br /&gt;Letting them forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of my favourite song from my hubby (haha, yah right Clesias! *rolls eyes*). Please do not mind the funny translation, I have already tried my very best to make it sound as arty farty as the song really sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those parts that are in yellow means something to me because I feel the same way as the persona in the song. The happy times always pass in a rush and it always seem that nothing have changed and &lt;strong&gt;"I only see/ the empty double bed." &lt;/strong&gt;at the end of the day.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, those who remembers everything will eventually be the one who is the most disappointed because they see people forgetting the promises made, all the good memories that were created or even the fact that they were friends before.&lt;strong&gt; "Maybe the heaven is kind to them,/ letting them forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel that way now and I really wish that I could forget all the disappointments caused by those memories that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the end I learnt that I should not &lt;strong&gt;"cling to yesterday"&lt;/strong&gt; because it would &lt;strong&gt;"never bring peace" a&lt;/strong&gt;nd that I should not be hindered by all those disappointments and &lt;strong&gt;"continue to make friends with people".&lt;/strong&gt; Joy reminded me last night that I have many other friends who appreciate and care for me even if I feel that some do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past&lt;/span&gt;." (Isaiah 43: 18)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-7099183557639947792?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7099183557639947792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=7099183557639947792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7099183557639947792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/7099183557639947792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/sin-mong.html' title='sin mong'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116798834114841571</id><published>2007-01-05T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:15:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when I was young, my family used to enjoy watching the show "ER" (even though it was way past our bedtime, it was either shown at 10 p.m or 11 p.m. Thought me and my brothers couldn't understand all the medical terms and the sarcastic undertones, we still see it week after week because it was exciting to see how the doctors cope with overwhelming accidents and dealing with difficult people at the same time. It was also heart-warming to see the doctors putting their best efforts to treat each and every patient and the relationships and bonds that were created in that operation theatre. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, it was a pleasure to see the reruns of that show in Hallmarks Channel after it has stopped broadcasting on Channel 5. This time, I was able to understand the dialogue a bit more (I still can't understand the medical terms and they still spoke too fast for me) but the effect of the show on me has never changed. Now I'm trying to find shows that are similar to "ER" and I am delighted to see that Star World have the shows "Third Watch" and "Heros" coming up!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Still, none of today's show will ever fully take over the place that shows like "&lt;strong&gt;ER&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Touched By An Angel&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/strong&gt;" or even "&lt;strong&gt;Ally Mcbeal&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;" have in my heart. (crossing my fingers for more re-runs of them on TV)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: Star World is showing Season 1 of "Friends" FYI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116798834114841571?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116798834114841571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116798834114841571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116798834114841571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116798834114841571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/tv-shows.html' title='tv shows'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116784147103286252</id><published>2007-01-04T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:57:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you grow one year older, you become more cynical about the friendships that you have. You begin to suspect the motives and the agenda of every little actions done by even your closest friends. I really long to go back to the days when I was naive and believed that everybody was genuinely nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are never what they appeared to be. I've always thought that I was very close friends with this group of friends and that they were my only friends in that place. But I'm beginning to feel that they have never treated me as a friend. Still I've always strive to be friendly to them, joking and doing things together, but it has been taking a toll on me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm not sad or anything but I'm just tired and have reached the level called "heck care". If this friendships are really what I think it is, then I think it's better to leave them alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116784147103286252?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116784147103286252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116784147103286252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116784147103286252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116784147103286252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/friendship_04.html' title='friendship?'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116765736576097647</id><published>2007-01-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:59:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of the year! slept over at Eliza's house last night and then slept the whole afternoon away on the first day of the year. as in literally slept in Eliza's house because i was the first one to sleep there and one of the last ones to wake up (Sarah Mok was the last one to wake up, as expected). peopele who were there are the little girls (Isabelle, Valery, Andrea, Sarah Mok, Eliza) and the not so little girls (me, Vera, Pris and Adeline), including some boys (Renfred and Eujin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one unexpected thing that happened was that we could play rounds after rounds of Boggle, it was so addictive! no wonder, people who were at Telunas were playing so many rounds of it! im really amazed at the vocab that the little girls have despite their age, they taught me one or two words. goes to show that we cant judge people by their age. haha it was a really refreshing time as i have never stayed over with so many little girls before and i was the oldest there, if Adeline didn't come! but then, i have already gotten used to being one of the oldest in a group, guess im on my way to becoming a Young Adult Ministry-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as all of them complained about starting school and doing their holiday homework, im really thankful for my in-holiday status. but im still missing school and doing homework...haha indeed, im very surprised at myself also! i might go back to PJC to watch people being tortured during orientation and also passing the card to Andy...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hey girls, thanks for the fun-filled night (even though i slept at 2 am) playing Boggle and sparklers! im really glad that i've gotten the chance to enjoy the first wee hours of the year with you all, esp Vera because this is the first time that i have slept over with you! i pray that all of us will become closer friends this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116765736576097647?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116765736576097647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116765736576097647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116765736576097647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116765736576097647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='new year&apos;s eve'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116751296916038444</id><published>2006-12-31T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:46:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kun quan and raymond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/165701/338557945_3e6538b030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/888936/338557945_3e6538b030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/198621/ben35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/836771/ben35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;don't they look alike?! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha, but then the guy in the second pic look much better than the guy in the first one. i'm sure all of you all know who the guy in the first pic is -&lt;strong&gt;Kun Quan&lt;/strong&gt; but i dun think most of you will know the guy in the second pic...he is &lt;strong&gt;Raymond Lam &lt;/strong&gt;(another guy that i wouldn't mind marrying and have kids with and one of my fave HK actor) actually, most of my cg have spotted the similarity ever since the show "Survivor's Law" was shown here and i remember it was when we went to Kun Quan's house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hey Kun Quan, you should be honoured that i'm saying that you look like one of the hottest guy in Hong Kong! maybe you will look more like him as you grow old, but i doubt you will ever match his charisma and coolness...haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116751296916038444?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116751296916038444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116751296916038444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116751296916038444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116751296916038444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/kun-quan-and-raymond.html' title='kun quan and raymond'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116747201274979835</id><published>2006-12-30T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:05:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas photos</title><content type='html'>photos of Christmas! but i do need more because i recall that there are more photos with my face! so those who have my photos, please send it to me, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/967568/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/905320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/134671/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/225075/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/908403/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/568076/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/186155/me+and+ch"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/528573/me%2Band%2Bch%2527ng%2Byi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/623348/pris+and+ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/320/678450/pris%252Band%252Bch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;notice the 'extra' behind? really don't like it when guys do all these, so childish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/623348/pris+and+ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6320/722/1600/186155/me+and+ch"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116747201274979835?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116747201274979835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116747201274979835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116747201274979835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116747201274979835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-photos.html' title='christmas photos'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116746239509063004</id><published>2006-12-30T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:12:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONG NAN</title><content type='html'>haha, he is my latest obessions! actually, i have like him for quite sometime already, but his latest album is something that i cant get over! actually, he is not that handsome (here is his pic) but he looks sincere and nice, i wouldn't mind marrying him and having his kids! (well, if he can cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images3.fotop.net/albums3/pongnan20042/wallpaper/pion_01_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images3.fotop.net/albums3/pongnan20042/wallpaper/pion_01_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what makes me like him is his songs. yup, you guess it, he is a singer. not a very good looking one but he makes up for it for his talent. the last time that i've checked, he is a composer, lyricst, a vocalist AND a singer under Sony. and he plays the piano very well too. hard not to fall for a guy that is so talented! and he writes meaningful songs and lyrics for many artistes such as Jacky Cheung, Joey Yung, Wilfred Lau and even once produced Andy Lau's album and also for himself. his songs are not the typical lovey-dovery ballads that you hear all over radio, but they are songs that cause me to ponder and think about. its kinda like Boey Kim Cheng's poems (no pls dont shiver, class of 05A01!) but its more intimate and less harsh and it is something that i can understand. like a cross of BKC and Corrine May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've said, his latest album is great! and he is a great singer, with a deep and rich voice...but his speaking voice is even more sexy...haha. i really hope that he will continue to produce better albums in the future and nice songs! and i will dream of having your kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, his name is Pong Nan Lam Yi Bong. i wonder how my name will sound with his surname. Clesias Lam...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116746239509063004?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116746239509063004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116746239509063004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116746239509063004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116746239509063004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/12/pong-nan.html' title='PONG NAN'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116440226269256669</id><published>2006-11-25T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T05:04:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy witch</title><content type='html'>its 4.30 am and im still not asleep. i guess im too happy that 'A' levels are finally over. i know longer have to care what are Boey's concern and how does Churchill raises questions in her play. No more trying to spell 'Unheimlich' and memorising who wrote &lt;strong&gt;The Strange Case Of Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde&lt;/strong&gt;. i dun have to bother what is the difference between a soliloquy and a aside. why do i have to care what is the multiplier and the regressive tax struture. nor do i have to calculate the probability of getting a rotten apple out of 500000 apples. YES, IT IS FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im trying to do now is memorise the lyrics of the theme song of &lt;strong&gt;Triumph In The Skies &lt;/strong&gt;and other nice songs. and probably get a job. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun get it why Zoe and Sam end up together in the end! yes, i want Zoe to be happy but Issac is more suitable for her! What is the producers thinking?! and why does so many people like Zita?! i'm so disappointed with TVB once again, they should really go and check their brains. this almost beat the crappy ending of DIFIV to be one of the worst ending what with Vincent dying and Belle being all alone, Zita doesn't choose anybody and Paul/Ruby does not have an ending. but other than that, i still love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/triumph_in_the_skies_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/triumph_in_the_skies_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/ep15_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/ep15_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/ep27_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/ep27_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/thumb_ep16_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.asianfanatics.net/gallery/archived/Modern_Series/Triumph_In_the_Skies/thumb_ep16_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116440226269256669?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116440226269256669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116440226269256669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116440226269256669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116440226269256669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-witch.html' title='a happy witch'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116387122895226934</id><published>2006-11-19T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:33:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more tears</title><content type='html'>may i ask why the blogger homepage is in chinese?! there is something seriously wrong with the second computer. the page just keeps flicking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about this year. it seems that i've undergone a change in myself due to reasons not known to me (will the page just stop flicking now?!) i no longer cries at silly little things. songs that will have me start bawling in the past are just nothing but a bunch of lyrics forced together with musical notes to my ears. at best, i've matured and become less emotional. at worst (which is often the case), i've become more cynical and indifferent. mr sas would love to call me a desensitized existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reporter once wrote this in her coloum in the Straits Times: &lt;strong&gt;very little bothers me anymore and that is my fear&lt;/strong&gt;. i think that is very true in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 MORE DAYS AND 2 MORE PAPERS &lt;/strong&gt;= 4 episodes of Triumph In The Skies, 1 weekend edition of Wan Quan Yu Le and 2 episodes of Tian Wai Fei Xian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116387122895226934?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116387122895226934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116387122895226934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116387122895226934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116387122895226934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-more-tears.html' title='no more tears'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116331515324335336</id><published>2006-11-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:05:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a forgotten existence</title><content type='html'>during the week, my friend msged me this "&lt;strong&gt;hey just want to let you know that as you're sloging &lt;/strong&gt;(spell wrongly, should be 'slogging') &lt;strong&gt;for your papaers, you're not definitely not forgotten alright?". &lt;/strong&gt;wat a joke. if he didn't msg me this, i wouldn't have been reminded of my loneliness. it definitely seems as if the world has moved on and forgotten about me. its not a pretty feeling, im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XB just let me listen to one nice song. its the theme song for the Channel U 10 pm show "Triumph In The Skies" by Eason Chan. nice song and show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 more papers and 6 more papers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: who is partner? are you taking the 'A' s too? and Alison, you can name them if you want to, i mean its ur hamsters. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116331515324335336?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116331515324335336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116331515324335336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116331515324335336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116331515324335336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgotten-existence.html' title='a forgotten existence'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116270283896996432</id><published>2006-11-05T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:04:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my best companion</title><content type='html'>in the midst of studying and eating notes mentally, one companion has proven true and loyal to me.........which is my MP3 player! lol...her name is call Xiao Bei (influence of Love Magician). XB is very nice to me, encouraging me to continue studying because i just can't bear to be apart from her even sleeping is a dread to me! her encouragement comes in the form of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the sweet, happy sounds of "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hu Si Luan Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (by K One and Ivy), "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhi Dui Ni You Gan Jue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (by Hebe and Fei Lun Hai), "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (by Janice and Charles Ying) and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (by 183 club) to the deep and meaningful sounds of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The World Is So Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Man Nieen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feng Loi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (all by Pong Nan), "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Infactuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (by Denise Ho) and to the beautiful lyrics of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mignight Knocking Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (by Denise Ho) and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Protect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (by Ivana Wong and Hins Cheung), all this are XB's encouragement and my main motivation. there are many nice songs in XB that i have no time to mention but they all mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final shoutout: &lt;strong&gt;XB, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: if you have no idea what all this means, this is because you are not me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 MORE DAYS AND 8 MORE PAPERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116270283896996432?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116270283896996432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116270283896996432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116270283896996432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116270283896996432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-best-companion.html' title='my best companion'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116201253836250723</id><published>2006-10-28T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:15:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living a life of listlessness</title><content type='html'>gosh, is that counted as alliteration? must be studying Literature too much these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really restless and listless. i literally have to force myself to sit down and mug. i think it will be easier to eat my notes than to eat them mentally. looking forward to that day when Lit paper 5 will be over&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;24 Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i promise my friends when that day comes&lt;br /&gt;1. go Malaysia to eat Secret Recipe with Andrew&lt;br /&gt;2. movie/series maranthon with Beryl at her house&lt;br /&gt;3. HK movie/serial maranthon with Samy&lt;br /&gt;4. prom shopping with Pris and Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT DAY IS COMING SOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a passerby: opps, sorry. my bad. thanks for your encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: i dun know who you are, but you dun really know the friends that I'm talking about, do you? thanks anyway for your affirmation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT DAY IS COMING SOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116201253836250723?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116201253836250723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116201253836250723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116201253836250723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116201253836250723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/living-life-of-listlessness.html' title='living a life of listlessness'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116150960979337130</id><published>2006-10-22T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:33:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>websites down</title><content type='html'>great...winglin is down AGAIN. arrggg....my all time favourite internet past time is totally screwed because the website is down again! why can't they just get a stable server like AF?! i bet many winglin fans are complaining about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even blogspot.com is down too. they changed it to blogger.com which i dun see the whole point of changing the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finished posting in AF and i can't think of any more songs that i want to download. i guess its time for me to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winglin, please be okay tomorrow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116150960979337130?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116150960979337130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116150960979337130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116150960979337130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116150960979337130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/websites-down.html' title='websites down'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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-9738520.post-116141657454247368</id><published>2006-10-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:42:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zil social life</title><content type='html'>this 'A' level is really a killer. not only does it deplete my brain juices, its also a social life killer. guess what? i'm not able to go out with my friends because "I've got to study". most probably, they are saying that as an excuse because they wouldn't want me there. as a result, i feel so distanced from them. if this goes on, i might not be able to keep my friends even after 'A' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good thing about studying: keeps my mind off things and doesn't remind and taunt me about my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT: i didn't even know that people are still reading my blog. i've always secretly updated my blog so that nobody except me will know how i feel. but now i guess i have to keep certain things unwritten here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really need to get rid of this cheerful blogskin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9738520-116141657454247368?l=clesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/feeds/116141657454247368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9738520&amp;postID=116141657454247368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116141657454247368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9738520/posts/default/116141657454247368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clesias.blogspot.com/2006/10/zil-social-life.html' title='zil social life'/><author><name>Clesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874818276686220066</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>
