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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wGf09R955WD1lanEytF_feoL6S4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wGf09R955WD1lanEytF_feoL6S4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/LxgXbq6eGps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-not-poltician.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFRXg-eCp7ImA9WhRWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-5176290554959297762</id><published>2012-01-06T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:18:34.650+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T14:18:34.650+08:00</app:edited><title>This part of me says yes,the other part says no....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5176290554959297762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=5176290554959297762" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5176290554959297762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5176290554959297762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/Lf-uYchB7-0/this-part-of-me-says-yesthe-other-part.html" title="This part of me says yes,the other part says no...." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><content type="html">My lovely wife called me this morning,asking me if I wanted to join some friends for some Friday's night chill out stuff, gave it a thought I said no, I told her because I promised myself and her that we would go for our 5.30 am run tomorrow morning.One part of me was saying like," Eugene,come one,let's go chill and hang loose,have a few beers,moreover Friday is your fav day of the week." sadly 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2i1cP6BhbT1lvtvNTC3MpGHOYTU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2i1cP6BhbT1lvtvNTC3MpGHOYTU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/zkQdeP9YEsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-presents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGRn4ycSp7ImA9WhRXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4278336507846168105</id><published>2011-12-19T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:37:07.099+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T12:37:07.099+08:00</app:edited><title>17th and 18th</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4278336507846168105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=4278336507846168105" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4278336507846168105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4278336507846168105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/ldXjEgu8sKg/17th-and-18th.html" title="17th and 18th" /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StblH8BjOhM/Tu69NehDt-I/AAAAAAAABUg/2maCnDeL64o/s72-c/xmas.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><content type="html">May be I am not a friend who is worth a visit from you but then again please don't ever tell me that you would visit me in the first place, for an example, I was told a dear old friend who came back from Amsterdam last month, she did not even give me a call,lest a visit, I didn't mind at all cos she never said that she would.A week ago, another old friend came back to Penang and she said she 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rg1au51kTra1DNb9YhsjN45Dyh4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rg1au51kTra1DNb9YhsjN45Dyh4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/DxfVem9TRLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2011/12/boy-to-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBQX46fSp7ImA9WhRQFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4144570495313122319</id><published>2011-12-12T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:07:30.015+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T14:07:30.015+08:00</app:edited><title>Trust is to be earned...................</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4144570495313122319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=4144570495313122319" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4144570495313122319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4144570495313122319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/9raPyV_nafc/trust-is-to-be-earned.html" title="Trust is to be earned..................." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><content type="html">I would like to share two incidents,just to prove how the thing called "TRUST" is damn f**king important in any relationship, friendship even marriage..............I had a brief chit-chat with a senior pastor of my church the other day,I was asking him what happened to a sudden "fall out" of a youth pastor in the church, it was like suddenly the youth pastor out of sudden resigned from the church
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