<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141</id><updated>2009-10-13T11:54:20.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Effects</title><subtitle type='html'>What can a tropical fruit do to you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-1913219727545226109</id><published>2008-12-15T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:01:47.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW...</title><content type='html'>Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango will be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-1913219727545226109?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/1913219727545226109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=1913219727545226109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1913219727545226109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1913219727545226109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2008/12/new.html' title='NEW...'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-6314163075022510036</id><published>2007-03-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:52:26.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Couple T in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/Re7GYW5CR4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGAXtGCC0uU/s1600-h/P1060147s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/Re7GYW5CR4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGAXtGCC0uU/s320/P1060147s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039183154838128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, lou po chai and I decided to wear the couple t-shirts to 365 meeting. This was one of the shots that Su-Lyn helped us to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Su-Lyn for taking the photos for us. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-6314163075022510036?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/6314163075022510036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=6314163075022510036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/6314163075022510036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/6314163075022510036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/03/couple-t-in-action.html' title='Couple T in Action'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/Re7GYW5CR4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGAXtGCC0uU/s72-c/P1060147s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-3675680597187109142</id><published>2007-04-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:52:26.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating my blog since the last month, probably it is now covered by dust and web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update my blog soon, the visitors might end up coughing. You know why? Because of the thick layer of dust, my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, enough of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happened in the month of March =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of March, my lou po chai celebrated my birthday with me in Tamarind Springs... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very romantic dinner instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7UPB9t0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ia3vs8vzCqg/s1600-h/P1060238c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7UPB9t0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ia3vs8vzCqg/s320/P1060238c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048811507333052226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love my lou po chai a lot =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7UfB9t1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/BSXjv-XY7TU/s1600-h/P1060243c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7UfB9t1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/BSXjv-XY7TU/s320/P1060243c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048811511628019538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the photo shot before lou po chai spotted a foot long 'cicak' (gecko) on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing a presentation in SD and I also didn't aware that SD has secretly evaluated me during the presentation. By the end of the day, I was being announced as the best presenter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7T_B9tyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VnswHXm-9mw/s1600-h/02032007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7T_B9tyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VnswHXm-9mw/s320/02032007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048811503038084898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my MTs took this shot,  me being given the Best Presenter Award by Ms. Eliana from SD Motor Group HR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week of March, lou po chai and I, plus Justin, plus Ps. Hong Seng and Aunty Gaik Sim, and Ps. Terry went for movie 300. Thought it will be more like the strategy movie, and in the end it turned out to be individual fight scenes. Not saying that is a bad thing, the story line wasn't up to my expectation. If want to boost up male ego, this show deserves two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_Q_B9t3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mm80-SUeIVg/s1600-h/P1060299s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_Q_B9t3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mm80-SUeIVg/s320/P1060299s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048815849544988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched 300 with my lou po chai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_Q_B9t2I/AAAAAAAAABA/nRy06Kv_qTE/s1600-h/P1060295s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_Q_B9t2I/AAAAAAAAABA/nRy06Kv_qTE/s320/P1060295s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048815849544988514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lou po chai with her sweet smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_RPB9t4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/sblUU2SpqMo/s1600-h/P1060300s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD_RPB9t4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/sblUU2SpqMo/s320/P1060300s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048815853839955842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we are, we've got the looks. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to SD Performance Driven Team Programme, was being elected to be the Chief Council of Elders for the group. Had to lead the group of 23 throughout the whole event. It was a 4-day event, everyone hardly slept well. Everyone had to work for projects till 4 am in the morning everyday. The organising team made us work like a cow, even cows don't have to sleep at 4 am in the morning and wake up at 6.30am. What to do, have to earn our own money to survive for the 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 4 physically and mentally draining days, we all went back and being greeted by our previous batch MT. Plus the fact that we all got to see the legendary Kevin Kong, who started as an MT a year ago, and became an AM now in Auto Bavaria Bukit Bintang Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7T_B9txI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a5yd05SbGUY/s1600-h/CIMG1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7T_B9txI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a5yd05SbGUY/s320/CIMG1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048811503038084882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being presented the MT book by the legendary Kevin Kong (AB Bukit Bintang - AM)&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/28187141-3675680597187109142?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/3675680597187109142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=3675680597187109142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/3675680597187109142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/3675680597187109142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/04/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RhD7UPB9t0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ia3vs8vzCqg/s72-c/P1060238c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-5688184488636684654</id><published>2007-07-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:52:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>It has been a long while since I last log into this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is my update for the month of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our cell leaders' prayer retreat on the 5th till 7th of July. It was really a great retreat to all cell leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The following photos were not taken during the meetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, Joyce, baby and I took time to go for a swim...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RpJCkF__V-I/AAAAAAAAABY/PgLYP0KtDwY/s1600-h/babyeu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RpJCkF__V-I/AAAAAAAAABY/PgLYP0KtDwY/s320/babyeu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085200117108004834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RpJCkl__V_I/AAAAAAAAABg/CSCIwq8a0Go/s1600-h/babyeu1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RpJCkl__V_I/AAAAAAAAABg/CSCIwq8a0Go/s320/babyeu1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085200125697939442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby eu. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-5688184488636684654?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/5688184488636684654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=5688184488636684654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/5688184488636684654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/5688184488636684654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/07/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcHWuqT2gQY/RpJCkF__V-I/AAAAAAAAABY/PgLYP0KtDwY/s72-c/babyeu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-7356941977162894271</id><published>2007-09-20T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:26:28.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My 77th post in year 07. (777 = Godly number)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, 777 just comes in perfectly with this perfect announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 18.09.07, 8.30pm... in our favourite park... on our favourite bench...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH (*kneeled and presented a diamond ring*) : "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE (*surprised and speechless for a shortwhile*) : "Yes, I will."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Details of the proposal will be posted soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GETTING MARRIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MARRYING GRACE EU SWEE LENG.&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/7356941977162894271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=7356941977162894271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/7356941977162894271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/7356941977162894271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/09/public-announcement.html' title='Public Announcement'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-3946176012731076775</id><published>2007-04-12T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:26:11.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just For My Lou Po Chai</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to my one and only dearest lou po chai... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song explains it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu Amor by RBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor I’m not sure of the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best explain&lt;br /&gt;What I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;What I feel more each day&lt;br /&gt;How to make you see&lt;br /&gt;How to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How to say how to say how I love you so&lt;br /&gt;With words you understand&lt;br /&gt;Words that get right through to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the place to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor love you more with each look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best describe&lt;br /&gt;What I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;What I’ll feel for all time&lt;br /&gt;How to make you see&lt;br /&gt;How to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How to say how to say howI need you&lt;br /&gt;With words you understand&lt;br /&gt;Words that get through to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that will let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one thatI need in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Believe me these words&lt;br /&gt;I say are words that come straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;How do I make you believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else means as much as what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-3946176012731076775?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/3946176012731076775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=3946176012731076775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/3946176012731076775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/3946176012731076775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-for-my-lou-po-chai.html' title='Just For My Lou Po Chai'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-1075831347188851575</id><published>2007-04-09T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:07:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examine...</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update, taking a short time from lunch break. Hiding in the air conditioned room before going to the production line and get toasted under the heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money or Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Choose Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money may buy a little happiness, but not the happiness of true love.&lt;br /&gt;You rather have a true soulmate than a private jet.&lt;br /&gt;And while many people may claim they would choose love too...&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few who would really do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/"&gt;Would You Choose Love or Money?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell it like it is, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the truth hurts, you'll dish it out.&lt;br /&gt;And while some may get hurt by your honesty...&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone knows where you stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Mature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not always feel like it, you're a full fledged adult.&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone should be as mature as you, most people aren't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&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/28187141-1075831347188851575?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/1075831347188851575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=1075831347188851575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1075831347188851575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1075831347188851575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/04/examine.html' title='Examine...'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-1148072964744095830</id><published>2007-04-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:43:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saja</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(240, 255, 240);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 27 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/pensive.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blog like no one else is reading...&lt;br /&gt;You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.&lt;br /&gt;But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Creative Gift Giver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgiftgiverareyouquiz/creative.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gifts are one of a kind, special, and well chosen.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you've made it yourself or searched all over town...&lt;br /&gt;There's really no one who has more of a personal touch than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgiftgiverareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Gift Giver Are 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/28187141-1148072964744095830?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/1148072964744095830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=1148072964744095830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1148072964744095830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/1148072964744095830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/04/saja.html' title='Saja'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-8659225261663066486</id><published>2007-04-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:17:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Smile</title><content type='html'>This song has been playing in my heart when I was driving back. Been missing my lou po chai since I gone for PDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to put it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't smile without you - by Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cant' laugh and I can't walk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finding it hard even to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I feel sad when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel gland when your glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you must know what I'm going through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You came along just like a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you brightened my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who'd believe you were part of a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that always seemed light years away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you know I can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you must know what I'm going through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the happiness way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is something that hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the new, leaving the old behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I feel sad when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel glad when your glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you must know what I'm going through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the new, leaving the old behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I feel sad when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel glad when your glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you must know what I'm going through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't smile without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-8659225261663066486?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/8659225261663066486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=8659225261663066486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/8659225261663066486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/8659225261663066486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-smile.html' title='Can&apos;t Smile'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-7201020264211072923</id><published>2007-02-12T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:32:01.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Dream Again</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when bad incident hits us, it scares us and shakes our foundation. One thing for sure is God is still with us. We need to put our trust in God and believe that He will help us to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe He will... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead us Lord (Dream again) by Brian Doerksen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we stand&lt;br /&gt;At a crossroads again&lt;br /&gt;Like you said&lt;br /&gt;In time the seasons change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;We recall the blessing and the pain&lt;br /&gt;But now we turn our hearts toward&lt;br /&gt;What is still to come&lt;br /&gt;We want to dream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead us Lord&lt;br /&gt;Into a life of fruitfulness&lt;br /&gt;Prepare our hearts to risk again&lt;br /&gt;As we trust&lt;br /&gt;Taking simple steps of obedience we know&lt;br /&gt;That you will lead us Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-7201020264211072923?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/7201020264211072923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=7201020264211072923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/7201020264211072923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/7201020264211072923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream-again.html' title='Dream Again'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-117060278153115479</id><published>2007-02-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:44:09.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>Was doing my devotion this afternoon and found this sentence, it came in just at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that we are together and walking towards the same direction, Grace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/1600/201464/P1060083s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/320/106261/P1060083s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was saying, love is not about looking at each other, but looking in the same direction together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you a lot, my lovely baby. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-117060278153115479?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/117060278153115479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=117060278153115479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117060278153115479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117060278153115479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/02/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-117058273861419546</id><published>2007-02-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:55:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glad to see 2006 go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings, actually. Happy and also sad, I guess that is life. Without sadness, how do we appreciate happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old were you in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, but thinking like a 28. (According to my gf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best part of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best: The month of December, when Grace and me got together and spent Christmas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The worst part of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my mum, but knowing that she is in heaven with Christ gives the comfort and peace in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any new crushes in 2006? Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met an accident, although the car being banged didn't break into pieces, cost me $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will you never forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, Grace, and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you wish you didn't meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we wished that something or someone we rather doesn't want to meet that period, but as time goes by, you will realise that particular incident actually help you in terms of maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you have a girlfriend in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I started to be in a relationship on 26th Dec 2006. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. I love my baby (Grace) a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you catch someone in lie in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you call them out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still treat them as friends. I reckon life will be difficult if we make anyone that trespass us as enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get caught in a lie? What was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I choose to remain silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funniest moment of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stupid flies flew into my mouth while I was bathing, this happened in two separate occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most embarassing moment of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you take any vacations in 2006? Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should consider that as a vacation. Sungai Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any new hobbies of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging, and photography (After KL X games, thanks to Temme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get a new job in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a new job. I got 3 job offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you lose a job in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If consider finish studying as losing a job as a student, I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you host a party in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, petrol, car maintenance, car wash (I have a bad habit, is that bad? I like to bring my car for a car wash service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you proud - Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing brainless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest achievement in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my university studies and also got together with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest failure of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends how you see failure. Let's say you lose all the money and property is the biggest failure, I would say losing money and gaining a second chance of life is not a failure at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2006, did you lie to miss a day of work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you move in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. From Penang to KL, from Sunway to USJ11. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you wish on a shooting star in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing violin and singing, that was ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your favourite movie of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Step Up with Grace and Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you want in 2006 and got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being blessed in many things and many ways. Thank God for those blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you want in 2006 but didn't get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... expecting a higher pay for jobs that offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you make out in public in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask this question like: Who kept me sane?&lt;br /&gt;God and Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know there is such thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you drink too much in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I drink a lot of water and it helps to clean my body. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favourite commercial in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petronas CNY commercial, where all the grandmas in the veteran club were boasting how great their sons and daughters are in terms of earning big money, only one grandma mentioned her son is fetching her back home for CNY celebration. Good reminder to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you couldn't leave home without in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone, keys, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you spend New Year's 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Penang, the romantic place, with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halloween 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at funny costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanksgiving 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my baby (Grace), her family, my brother, and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your birthday 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates bought me a BMW 645i convertible. How nice they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy car, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell us a valuable lesson you've learnt in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your loved ones and always put God in the centre of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 persons you want to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Justin&lt;br /&gt;Kheng Yee&lt;br /&gt;Meng Yoe&lt;br /&gt;Abel&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Soo&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;those who feel like putting something up in the empty blog. Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-117058273861419546?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/117058273861419546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=117058273861419546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117058273861419546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117058273861419546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflection-of-2006.html' title='Reflection of 2006'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-117012819755770642</id><published>2007-01-30T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:36:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-117012819755770642?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/117012819755770642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=117012819755770642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117012819755770642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/117012819755770642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-enough.html' title='True Enough'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116977693935617285</id><published>2007-01-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:02:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;that you love someone more than yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realise,&lt;br /&gt;love is never meant to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hiding or pretending, I would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Grace, I love you more than yesterday" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for bringing us close together day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116977693935617285?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116977693935617285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116977693935617285' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116977693935617285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116977693935617285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-than-yesterday.html' title='More Than Yesterday'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116817816703368807</id><published>2007-01-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:58:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/1600/591857/P1040818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/320/973185/P1040818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our first picture...&lt;/span&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/1600/918526/DSC_4336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/320/801981/DSC_4336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dining @ Dragon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/1600/727610/DSC_4344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/320/60909/DSC_4344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumpkin and Mushroom =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/1600/457552/P1050854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1531/2982/320/389902/P1050854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovey Dovey Christmas Dinner =)&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/28187141-116817816703368807?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116817816703368807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116817816703368807' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116817816703368807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116817816703368807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116528329567065709</id><published>2006-12-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:35:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layer Taggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer ONE : On the Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Surely you already know my name.&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: My birth day, month, and year can be factored by number 3.&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Thinking of someone.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: I can write with both hands, so it is called neutral?&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Good things come in pair, mine with 2 fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer TWO : On the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Blur?&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Hungry all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Any pizza goes well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Greet someone with a phone call. =)&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: Latest by 12am, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Spending time walking in the park and sitting on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer FOUR : Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Both of them are ok.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Single.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I don't mind both if only I have the money for both. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: As long as it is tea, that will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Both, but more to chocolate. Vanilla still haunts me a little.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer FIVE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Stopped since F5.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Since this question is asked in present tense, that means now. Sorry, no.&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yup, for sure. =)&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Yup, sometimes doubt a little, but still ok. =p&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Not too sure, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer SIX : In the Past Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: No.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: No.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Not really, I am still myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer EIGHT :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: 25. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer NINE : In a Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Any colour.&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: No preference.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: As long as she looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer TEN : What Were You Doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Talked to someone.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: Packed and cleared up my room.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago: On the bed, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: Exactly this hour, this time, I was in church, sunday service.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: Working hard in BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: God.&lt;br /&gt;I feel: happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: fake people.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: my underwear under my pants. =p&lt;br /&gt;I miss: you.&lt;br /&gt;I need: my car back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer TWELVE : Tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;Su Lyn&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann&lt;br /&gt;Lala Pau&lt;br /&gt;Meng Yoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116528329567065709?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116528329567065709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116528329567065709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116528329567065709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116528329567065709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/12/layer-taggy.html' title='Layer Taggy'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116412706915642552</id><published>2006-11-22T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:13:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Firsts and Lasts Taggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Firsts--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend &gt; Terence Leong.&lt;br /&gt;First Screen name &gt; I supposed this is online nickname. It was Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;First Pet Name &gt; My dog's name is Bobby. Well, after reading some of the tags, it is referring to nick name or some sort. If it first nick name, mine was birdy. My high school's close friends still call me that.&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing &gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush &gt; During primary, she was the top student.&lt;br /&gt;First CD &gt;  98 Commonwealth Games.&lt;br /&gt;First School &gt; YWCA Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;First Cries &gt; Baby la.&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss &gt; Can't remember when, but it was given to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;First Car &gt; Owning a car, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 Lasts--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Smoked &gt; Kindergarten, got tempted by my uncles and tried it. Almost choked myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;Last Food You Ate &gt; Home cooked food by grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride &gt; My aunt picked me from my mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie You Watched &gt; World Trade Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call &gt; Someone who cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath You Took &gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;You Listened To &gt; Phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Last Words You Said &gt; "Ok, good night, bye bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Have You Ever--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated A Best Friend &gt; Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested &gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV &gt; Don't know, even I was there, I wouldn't know also.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi &gt; Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On Your B/F or G/F &gt; No. A dishonest relationship will not last.&lt;br /&gt;Been On A Blind Date &gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;Been Out Of The Country &gt; Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Been In Love &gt; Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things You Are Wearing--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, going to sleep soon, so nothing much to wear la.&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; Bermuda pants.&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Briefs.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; -&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; -&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; -&lt;br /&gt;6 &gt; -&lt;br /&gt;7 &gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Things You've Done Today--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; Sent in the car to the mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Settled some financial issues.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Had breakfast and talked to Ps. Kok Aun.&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Checked for job application's response.&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; Made someone mad because of my stupidity. I am so sorry about it, even though again and again you emphasised that nothing to be sorry about, but I still need to say it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;6 &gt; Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Favorite Things --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; A cute doggy soft toy given by my close friend. She has been accompanying me when I was undergoing some tough situations. Love her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Computer.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Letters and Cards by someone important.&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Marks and Spencer's Biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; Air cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 People You Most Trust--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; My family&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Grace&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Meng Yoe&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; Get married.&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Spend time with someone I like, hug her as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Walk on the beach together with someone I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Choices--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate &gt; Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses &gt; Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Person You Want To See Right Now--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person whom I miss a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is interested to do the tag. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to walk on the beach. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116412706915642552?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116412706915642552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116412706915642552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116412706915642552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116412706915642552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/11/firsts-and-lasts-taggy.html' title='The Firsts and Lasts Taggy'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116421202623473306</id><published>2006-11-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:20:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>As I promised, I went to the beach today. Spent some time walking there, thinking, snapping photos, enjoying the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, the laughter of the kids, looking at the clear skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my thoughts is it would be nice if I own a house by the sea side, or maybe just a small chalet where my family and friends can hang out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a small hut by the beach, quite a unique structure. It was built for bbq purposes, I supposed. There were charcoals inside the small hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/beach2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice place to walk and think of stuffs... Can choose to sit on the rocks and there is a huge tree to block the direct sun light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/beach3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist are enjoying themselves there, sun bathing. Kind of relaxing though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/beach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/beach.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back to the hut again and looked at the clear sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/beach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/beach4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the most important thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/wish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116421202623473306?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116421202623473306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116421202623473306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116421202623473306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116421202623473306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/11/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116383702785539714</id><published>2006-11-18T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:03:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Penang</title><content type='html'>It has been two days since I drove back to Penang. Can consider as a holiday to me, I suppose. But this holiday doesn't seem to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since two weeks ago, I have been asked many questions, and the following three questions are the frequently asked questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people asked me, how are things back there?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be normal, slow moving, not much changes here. The people, the house, the roads, the traffic, the environment, all of them seem to be so ordinary. To me, I am feeling empty. To be exact, I am missing somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people asked again, exams finish already?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to record my sentence and play back to them each time they ask me that. Maybe it sounds rude, but you will know how it feels when you realised that they are asking for the sake of doing their routine jobs, not really doing it out of sincerity. When they ask the question, they already were expecting an answer – a positive answer, like “Doing quite well, not to worry.” For me, I simply follow the trend, to give the answer they wanted. I am not implying that I did badly for the papers, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, many people asked me, where are you going to work?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I find it quite weird, especially right after they (relatives and outsiders) asked that question, they gave me the answer as well. Come back to work in Penang, take care of your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they put it as if I am such an ungrateful grandson if I choose to work in KL. In my heart, I was thinking, “If you all really want the best for grandma, why not you all take the chance to take care of her? Why must you people give the responsibility to me? And I am just graduated, seeking for the job, wanting to climb the corporate ladder as fast as possible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never really bother to ask what do I like to do, or what kind of job I am seeking for. They simply said things like, "Oh, Penang got many job opportunities." No doubt, Penang do has a lot of factories, but those are not the ones that I am aiming for. Even if I work there, I don't think I can climb the ladder because my interest is not there. I don't want to waste my time for doing something futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing got me mad is, some of them even said, "Listen, you need to sacrifice your career, because you have to come back and take care of your family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Excuse me, how am I suppose to feed my family when I don't even have a job? You think money can fall from the sky, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of being financially dependant, just giving me a sense of insecurity that I hate to feel it. I hate being pushed, I hate being used, I hate fake people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I already put off my mask, why must you all force me to put it on again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116383702785539714?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116383702785539714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116383702785539714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116383702785539714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116383702785539714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-in-penang.html' title='Back in Penang'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116271811799893456</id><published>2006-11-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:19:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Dedication</title><content type='html'>Wanted to sing this song to mummy during her trip to my graduation next year, now seems to be impossible for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song by Taylor Hicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Do I Make You Proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the one to raise my hand,&lt;br /&gt;That was not me and now that's who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I am standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full of endless gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, the one to guide me through,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see and I believe it's only just beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;This what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've learned, to question is to grow&lt;br /&gt;That you still have faith, is all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love, myself in spite of me&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned to walk, the road that I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to rise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to be loved, to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;This what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;This what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;This what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;But do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116271811799893456?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116271811799893456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116271811799893456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116271811799893456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116271811799893456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-dedication.html' title='A Little Dedication'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116271724863848593</id><published>2006-11-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:00:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Boy</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't be posting any entries at all because tomorrow is my paper, anyway just a quick one. Last time I posted an entry about someone is being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question for the readers, how do you feel if you wake up one day in the morning and you realise that someone who is consistently being there for you are no longer with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, I have been missing someone, someone who I do not need to put on a mask when I face her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days, I had mixed feelings, not saying now I am not, still going through them. Loneliness, tireness, missing feeling, lost, distraction, heavy, fearful, helpless. All come in one nice package, and it is free of charge as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I feel proud of is I do not feel hopeless, and I still hope for a better tomorrow, a better future. =) A hope that keeps me going. And in faith, I ask God for His direction. Although things turn out unexpectedly, I still believe it is in God's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little prayer to My Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us in handling this situation. Previous days had been restless and sleepless. We know it is going to be tough for the upcoming months or so. And Lord, we pray for Your hands to be upon us. Sustain us, guide us and lead us. Protect our health, our safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we pray for Your direction in this situation. Direct us in Your way. Keep us up when we feel down and discouraged. Hold us still when we feel like giving up. Lift up our burdens. Give us strength to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we thank You for being such a great God who loves and cares for us. And Lord, we want You to know that we love You too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here with me at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116271724863848593?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116271724863848593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116271724863848593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116271724863848593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116271724863848593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/11/small-boy.html' title='Small Boy'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116212404608212504</id><published>2006-10-29T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:13:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts</title><content type='html'>Hi there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you, my friend and camp committee partner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nut&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nut is a nice girl, very helpful, hardworking and bully-able. =)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/nut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/nut2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... sorry sorry, not stainless steel nuts. Nut is not made out of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be the right picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/nut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/nut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh? Mistake again... Although she is a sweet and nice friend, she is not edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this time should be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/1600/nut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1531/2982/320/nut3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, this is the Nut that I am blogging about. This photo was taken when she was so into eating her ice-cream. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116212404608212504?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116212404608212504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116212404608212504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116212404608212504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116212404608212504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/10/nuts_29.html' title='Nuts'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116151791821300060</id><published>2006-10-22T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:58:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever come across...?</title><content type='html'>You must read this in the middle of the night and play X-files theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Start playing X-files theme song*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever established a telepathic connection with your close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had the same dream or thought with your close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever shared your dream to your friend and found out that the person also had the same dream as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever experienced such unexplainable events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did. Sounds quite spooky though. In fact my friend and I actually had such encounter before. Not for once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happens for the first time, I would say it is coincidence. What if twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I find out my close friend and I had the same dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I will share about what I dreamt of to my friend. So, it happened when I shared to my friend about this and my friend also had the same dream before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I want to tell you something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend: Shoot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I had a weird dream last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I dreamt of bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend: Actually I had the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both sides went into silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*X-files theme song ends*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Caption: The Truth Is Out There*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, we will find out whether the telepathic connection is established or not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one of the telepathy encounters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the tests that I posted previously, my close friend's results were exactly the same as mine. Cyclops and BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say, that is the initial stage of establishing the telepathic connection?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116151791821300060?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116151791821300060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116151791821300060' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116151791821300060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116151791821300060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-come-across.html' title='Have you ever come across...?'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116108156579610034</id><published>2006-10-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:39:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Have Nothing Better To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can kill someone just by looking at them... How interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a BMW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/bmw.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refined and classy, you want a car that looks rich... and goes fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What Sports Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116108156579610034?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116108156579610034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116108156579610034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116108156579610034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116108156579610034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='When You Have Nothing Better To Do'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28187141.post-116102236299533674</id><published>2006-10-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T02:12:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Tagged Taggie!</title><content type='html'>Visited Grace's blog and found out that I was being tagged by her. Anyway, more than happy to do the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(a) Chit chatting either online or on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(b) Shooting photos&lt;br /&gt;(c) Send my car for a nice wash =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things on my "TO DO" list:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Study hard for my close friend's civic&lt;br /&gt;(b) Encourage someone&lt;br /&gt;(c) Sleep well =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 unique traits:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Ability to do programming&lt;br /&gt;(b) Ability to move my ears&lt;br /&gt;(c) mong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 favourite drinks:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;(b) Almond drink with yao za kuai (Kenneth doesn't like it)&lt;br /&gt;(c) Ice chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 passions:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) God&lt;br /&gt;(b) Family &amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;(c) Soft toys (preferably Hallmark) &amp;amp; Collector Figurines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 awesome movies:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Jurassic Park&lt;br /&gt;(b) Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;(c) City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 good bands:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;(b) 911&lt;br /&gt;(c) Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things I am hate about:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Annoying people&lt;br /&gt;(b) Ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;(c) Mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 random men:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Kenneth Wong&lt;br /&gt;(b) Ps. Hong Seng (Had a dream last night, I was discussing about cameras with him)&lt;br /&gt;(c) Albert Goh (cousin in Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 bad habits:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;(b) Showing my "black" face to others when I feel offended&lt;br /&gt;(c) Scratching my nose (not digging nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 relationship essentials:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Trust&lt;br /&gt;(b) Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;(c) Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 painful experiences:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Loss of loved ones&lt;br /&gt;(b) Betrayal&lt;br /&gt;(c) Hurting someone who cares for you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 treasured memories:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Accepting Christ - being touched by Him&lt;br /&gt;(b) Time spent together with my Aussie cousins and M'sian cousins&lt;br /&gt;(c) Good time in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 favourite holiday destinations:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) UK&lt;br /&gt;(b) HK&lt;br /&gt;(c) Aus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 goals before 30:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Own a house&lt;br /&gt;(b) Own a civic / BMW&lt;br /&gt;(c) Working as an engineer and serving happily in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 biggest fears:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Losing the people I love&lt;br /&gt;(b) Falling sick&lt;br /&gt;(c) Being disobedient to Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 favourite desserts:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Black glutinous rice&lt;br /&gt;(b) Coconut milk and sago with mixture of fruits&lt;br /&gt;(c) Cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 persons I tag:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Meng Yoe&lt;br /&gt;(b) Susanna Khoo&lt;br /&gt;(c) Temme Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saja tag only... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep already. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28187141-116102236299533674?l=halomango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/feeds/116102236299533674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28187141&amp;postID=116102236299533674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116102236299533674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28187141/posts/default/116102236299533674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halomango.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-tagged-taggie.html' title='Tag Tagged Taggie!'/><author><name>halomango</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008761664393925084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05105650823302410374'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>