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I ignored the sms, kept my rosary in my car and deleted the sms. Although we must be aware of our surrounding and try not to place ourselves in danger, I will not back down on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Catholic, follower of Christ and I am proud to be so. Why should I be worry that people will harm me because of what I believe? Should I just proclaim other faith to avoid placing myself in danger? I will not, I never will. God has stand by me in every moment of my life, through good and bad, and He has blessed me with every wonderful things that has happened to me. I will do the same to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian teachings say that we should be tolerant, forgive and love your enemy, be a peace keeper and stand up for any injustice. But there is a big different of being tolerant and being indifferent. Being tolerant is to accept other people's point of view without jeopardizing one's value and believe. For example, in a marriage life, there are always arguments, what keeps a marriage going is for both husband and wife to accept different point of view and work together to find a solution best suits both party. It is not stand back and says, "Hey, do what you like, because I don't care.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tolerant is not a simple thing to do, as you need to put down your ego, evaluate both opinions and come out with a compromised plan calmly. Being indifferent is a lot easier, just back off, let the other party do whatever they want as long as you're not harmed. In other word, just mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind your own business", I always hear this term. But can we really do that? Or should we really do that? We can't and we shouldn't. We are living in a society where everything is interconnected, what happens to our political scene will transverse into our everyday living, finance, education, social welfare and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that politics are for big guns and businessmen, as I am only a normal middle class, there is nothing to do with me. But I was wrong, politic has everything to do with everyone of us. Unstable political scene will bring a country down like a shooting star. That is why I choose to do what I can, at least to keep myself aware of the political situation in our country, I signed a few petitions before that asked the government not to relocate the church, use of the word "Allah" in Herald and to abolish the coal power plant project in East Coast Sabah. Although that is not a major effort, but I will support any movement that speaks up my mind and stand for justice. I will not go on strike but I will do whatever I can within my own limit to stand up for justice and peace. For our good and our children's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;God has stand by me in every moment of my life, through good and bad, and He has blessed me with every wonderful things that has happened to me. I will do the same to Him. &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/844540559420359695-3014442975660385848?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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For all the sacrifice she has made, to quit her bright career and become a "Home Minister", and to take care of our children night and day, that is the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly from Kota Kinabalu to Kuala Lumpur, stay a night in Puchong then fly from Kuala Lumpur to Alor Setar the next morning. I have been flying quite often since 9 years ago while studying in Melaka, and my friends used to tease me that I fly more than they take bus. But this time, I have to bring a toddler (Joel) and an infant (Amanda), with big and small luggage, I've never felt so tired flying before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Alor Setar for 4 days, while my wife and children stays back in Alor Setar for another 2 weeks. On the day when I was going to fly back to KK, I tried to feed both of my children whenever I can, tug them in whenever they're tired and play with them whenever they're awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was specially naughty, refusing everything he normally would have wanted, throwing his pacifier to places that are hard to reach. Amanda was exceptionally cute, laughing and smiling whenever I talked to her. I guess maybe Joel somehow notice I was going to leave him for 2 weeks and Amanda is too young to notice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law drive me to the air port, with my wife sitting at passenger side, Joel and I was sitting at backseat. When we starts our journey, Joel rest his head on my chest, tug his arms around my waist and wasn't making any noise, occasionally making eye contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the air port, I went to check myself in, then I return to the car to say good bye to Joel, my wife and my mother in law. After saying good bye to my mother in law, hug and kiss my wife, I told Joel that I need to get back to work. I kissed and hugged him, he waved to me said, ""Bye-bye". I closed the car door walk straight up to the entry door without looking back, although I did not look back, I was constantly looking at my wife and Joel through the reflection of the glass door. I can see that Joel was throwing his tantrum, I really wanted to turn back and hugged him again, but I knew that would make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was flying by my own just like those days before I get married. I used to enjoy flying alone, but not this time, I don't know what to do during the flight, I'm not used to sitting in the plane, getting ready for take off, then wait for landing. I don't like flying alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father fetched me from the air port, got back at around 1am. I looked around and I see familiar place, but something is lacking. I don't hear Joel and Amanda laughing and crying, I don't hear my wife 'reporting' her daily cores. When we were planning our itinerary, I was thinking that I can finally have a good night sleep for 2 weeks. But I was wrong, I couldn't sleep tight for whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I couldn't imagine how my life would be if I weren't married and didn't have 2 wonderful, cheerful kids. My life changed from the moment I took my wedding vow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-2312825682371818086?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/SgBjYXIYPEU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3822297785733362463/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-help-or-to-be-cheated.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/3822297785733362463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/3822297785733362463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/SgBjYXIYPEU/to-help-or-to-be-cheated.html" title="To help or to be cheated" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/60/186186739_1ffef4f9cd_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-help-or-to-be-cheated.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNRnY7fip7ImA9WxNWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-3181894055735558686</id><published>2009-10-14T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:09:57.806-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T20:09:57.806-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My normal life" /><title>Orange Life</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/StWcH23v8qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AncNMBurS1A/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/StWcH23v8qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AncNMBurS1A/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392387787648397986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange is one of the common fruits that we can get easily nowadays, and eating an orange is nothing new to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the orange, the skin layer doesn't look appealing. Normally, people will peel the skin layer, consume the fruit, then throw away the seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange to me sort of symbolizes our journey through life. At first life seems boring and unappealing. When we start to peel away the tasteless outer layer of our physical existence we suddenly realize there is a world of sweet, wonderful existence to consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be the most beautiful looking person in the world, but if you make an effort to search deep inside yourself, you will be able to find the goodness and the juiciness of life. Many cold hearted people do not want to take the time and effort to 'peel' the orange and look within themselves to find the greatness in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have 'peel' the outer layer of orange revealing the juicy fruit, you then consume and enjoy the greatness of the orange. All you have now is the seed and to many people the experience just end there. Many people just think that this tiny seed is a waste and just throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like our life, even if you have a great life and able to enjoy your life to the fullest, everyone will face the death one day. Some people view death as a sad and hard ending to their story. But inside each and everyone of us laid a seed, a seed to continue, a seed of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you can plant the seed, you will find out that life doesn't end there, in fact it is the beginning of another great life that will make us more glorious. We may blossom as a tree, giving life ans sustenance to many more generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that it is not easy to know the purpose of life, and everyone will go through a period of soul searching. But the 'secret' of life is not hidden, it is everywhere in the nature of us to see. All we need is to take time for ourselves, peel the outer layer, enjoy the fruit and plant the seed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-3181894055735558686?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I was born in 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 1981, so that makes me 28 years old now.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How I celebrated my birthday? My parents together with my wife, my son and I went for “Seremban Baked Crab” branch in KK last weekend. It was a great get together dinner because it was meant to celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;something, my birthday. All the dishes was so sweet, the crab and beer combination was superb. Although we often eat out as a family, every dish was at the right taste, even the rice taste nicer, perhaps that is how things taste like when someone is in happy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLSSJUbJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fWcCekG11wY/s1600-h/IMG_7121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLSSJUbJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fWcCekG11wY/s320/IMG_7121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822479915052178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLSIq6-9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2CYM6TsYDw0/s1600-h/IMG_7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLSIq6-9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2CYM6TsYDw0/s320/IMG_7117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822477371636690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLRzl7aPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JGtmte7U_no/s1600-h/IMG_7116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLRzl7aPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JGtmte7U_no/s320/IMG_7116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822471713548530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLRvPGXNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2ql_OBbSwcI/s1600-h/IMG_7114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLRvPGXNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2ql_OBbSwcI/s320/IMG_7114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822470544055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My wife and I then went for a movie in GSC, 1 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Borneo&lt;/st1:place&gt; using the birthday treat that they offer for GSC members. I have to admit that this is the first movie in a year for my wife and I, we watch “Fast and Furious 4”, although it is an action movie, it felt like a romance movie to me, I felt we are still dating each other.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On Monday night, my friends in KK celebrated my birthday with me in Brass Monkey. We had a nice dinner and again, the steak and beer combination was superb. I guess beer goes well with everything for me… hehehe… We had a great gathering, we can talked about almost everything, joke about almost everything. Although the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;topic was a lot different from those 10 years back, the fun wasn’t much different. I guess the change in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;doesn’t change anything in our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On my birthday, my wife was having tuition at night from 7.30pm to 9.30pm, but she shifted the time from 7pm to 9pm and we’re to have supper together. After dinner, my wife took out a cake, it’s my birthday cake…Wow, I have to admit that I was surprise, I never thought that I can still have my birthday cake. After that I leant that my wife asked around which cake shop is nicer besides Secret Recipe, and she booked a cake for my birthday a day before. Of course, the cake taste nice, and the sweetness lingers in me until now. Exaggerating? Well, the sweet taste in my mouth may have passed, but I still feel sweet until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2A4Bo1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8oUzYh04Cmk/s1600-h/IMG_7126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2A4Bo1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8oUzYh04Cmk/s320/IMG_7126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333824193266033490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2ZMw4vI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZM5zflqfDw4/s1600-h/IMG_7128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2ZMw4vI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZM5zflqfDw4/s320/IMG_7128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333824199795466994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then I went to take my bath to prepare myself for our supper. Like what I always do, I switch on the laptop just wanting to check e-mails and news. And there is a surprise waiting me, my ever passionate and loving wife has prepared a birthday card for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2sTOmeI/AAAAAAAAALI/fsoNO2Tekas/s1600-h/IMG_7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWM2sTOmeI/AAAAAAAAALI/fsoNO2Tekas/s320/IMG_7143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333824204922853858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, we're ready to go for my birthday supper. We went to McDonald and bought McValue meal. Then I brought my wife to Tg Aru beach, we sat on the beach, we enjoyed the sea breeze, we enjoyed the moon, we enjoyed the sound of the wave, we enjoyed the food, we just enjoyed everything that night.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There's a big difference celebrating my 25th birthday and my 28th birthday. The most important thing for me now is my family, I can easily be satisfied now only by having simple meal together. And that is my idea of normal and happy life, anything we do, even it is something very simple, as long as we do it together as a family, I'll be happy.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I'm not a saint, my birthday wish is not to have world peace. My only aim, is to be able to guide my family into being together always.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/x2QCC3q5hLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6927949469833963347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/28-years-old-chap.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/6927949469833963347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/6927949469833963347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/x2QCC3q5hLM/28-years-old-chap.html" title="28 years old chap" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SgWLSSJUbJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fWcCekG11wY/s72-c/IMG_7121.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/28-years-old-chap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BRns9eCp7ImA9WxVbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-7922444177109675703</id><published>2009-03-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:52:37.560-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-27T21:52:37.560-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My normal life" /><title>My most viewed link</title><content type="html">The main reason I started this blog is to share my ideas on daily life, or just write down what I feel on certain event and serve as a reminder for myself in future. But ironically, my most viewed link is "&lt;a href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-strike-toto-mega-jackpot.html"&gt;How to strike Toto Mega Jackpot&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to search in Google with Toto Mega, this entry makes up Top 5. And everyday, there are at least 5 person that visit this link through Google search. I bet they must have been very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/Sc2qtgb2A4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9jTMjf2rcXs/s1600-h/Top+of+google+search.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 642px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/Sc2qtgb2A4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9jTMjf2rcXs/s320/Top+of+google+search.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318094433771979650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many people out there that wanted to get rich quick, in fact I think everyone do. Money is very important to sustain a living, there's nothing wrong being rich, the key is to strike a balance according to your priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are raised to think that money is everything. Some people are raised to see money as root of all evil. I don't see any right or wrong in these two  statements, it's just how you balance things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-7922444177109675703?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/xCISvR3A4Ac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7922444177109675703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-most-viewed-link.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/7922444177109675703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/7922444177109675703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/xCISvR3A4Ac/my-most-viewed-link.html" title="My most viewed link" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/Sc2qtgb2A4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9jTMjf2rcXs/s72-c/Top+of+google+search.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-most-viewed-link.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBRHg4eyp7ImA9WxVUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-709733318534767824</id><published>2009-03-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:37:35.633-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-16T22:37:35.633-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My normal life" /><title>Wealthy vs Happy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People likes to compare, we often hear this people talk about how much this guy earns, what he has bought, how much he has spend, etc. And will usually follow by belittling themselves saying how poor they are... Of course, I do that too, jokingly... But in my heart, although I'm not a millionaire, I think I'm rich (in my own definition). At least, I am richer than at least 50% of the world population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a friend of mine told me that he loves to travel, he feels happy when he travels, but he needs financial backing to back up his love for traveling, that's why he has to work very hard, earn money to live happy. I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was studying in university, I envy those that have their own car. When I graduated and employed, I bought a car,  I was very happy and excited. I can finally afford my own car. I have been driving my car for 4 years now, and the happy and excited feelings fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many people have this experience. My point is, if you wanna earn money just to be happy, there's a high chance you'll either feel empty when you've achieved what you aim for, or you'll crave for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not an aim, it's a choice. There's no need to wait until you're wealthy to be happy, you can be happy now. It's a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that my life is smooth sail, I had my ups and downs. But I choose to be happy, and looking back from now, I can't see anything. What I can see though, is who I am now, which is the cause of what I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't need to be wealthy to be happy, but if you're happy, you're always wealthy.&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/844540559420359695-709733318534767824?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/BMLArSLs3hE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/709733318534767824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/wealthy-vs-happy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/709733318534767824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/709733318534767824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/BMLArSLs3hE/wealthy-vs-happy.html" title="Wealthy vs Happy" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/wealthy-vs-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBQHY8cCp7ImA9WxVUEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-532641137407475398</id><published>2009-03-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:32:31.878-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-15T22:32:31.878-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My normal life" /><title>Marriage</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been some times since I update my blog. When I update my blog, it usually means there's something that I want to express, something that I disagree or have my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a colleague from China, whom is getting married this year. He talked to me about why he wanted to get married and how he wanted to held the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it sounds like getting married is something very easy, all he needs to do is to get back to China, arrange a date with registration department, then put down his signature. Then he'll continue to live a life of a bachelor, basically a married bachelor. If everything turns bad, just engage a lawyer, set a date, sign some documents then he's divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree that to register a marriage should be as simple as possible, moreover, it's just for record purposes. To me, the notion of why you want to get married is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is more than just a signature, more than the wedding dinner, more than an "I do"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of passion, patient, and hard work to keep a good marriage. By keeping a good marriage, only you'll be able to keep your family happy. By keeping your family happy, only you'll be able to focus on your career and excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point putting up an extravaganza wedding reception without ever understand the meaning of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wedding only last a day, marriage last for a life time. &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/844540559420359695-532641137407475398?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Just wanna keep it posted here to remind myself of this post.&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently SyinNi and I went to Pre-marriage course, the facilitator throw us a question, what is Love. Then I start thinking, what is LOVE, is it the heart bumping feeling? Is it the ‘butterfly in stomach’ feeling? Then I ask myself, how do I love SyinNi? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m patient to her,  I share everything with her, I do not envy what she has achieve or what she has, I take care of her, I am supportive to everything that is good for SyinNi, I want her to be happy. So what do these all mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOVE is not just a feeling, it’s a decision, to be thoughtful of your partner, to be forgiving, to make your partner happy, to take care of your partner. Yeah, everyone knows that, but what keeps us from doing that? Or what keeps us from doing better than what we’ve done? I, me, ego, self-center …. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always ask SyinNi, how much do you think I love you, she would say, "Very very very much." And I would say, "But I’ve not done enough." I want to love her more, in saying so, what I really mean was I want to change myself, to have a smaller me and bigger SyinNi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve seen many cases where loving couple break up, and they turn up being enemies. I’ve also seen cases where after break up, 1 party keeps on bugging the other, ‘just’ to become ‘friends’ or should I say to ‘beg’ for love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW1313ZnQqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HeqKElcYFUk/s1600-h/break+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW1313ZnQqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HeqKElcYFUk/s320/break+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291016904518353570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not saying that they are wrong in keeping the one that they think is the right person. I’m saying that you should let your partner decide what is best for himself or herself. If his or her decision hurts, unfair to you and you think that he or she is self centered, selfish and never think of you, forgive them. Shouldn’t that love is? Give everything that is best for your love one, forget his or her wrong-doings. Even if it hurts you so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you tell me that you can’t even do the very simple thing of love. Then it means you do not have love for him or her at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But why??? Why there are so many people out there still ‘cling’ on the partner to ‘beg’ for ‘love’ when they don’t really love them? Ego and selfish is the word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too often, we are blinded by our ego, we hypnotize ourselves in believing something that is not true. In this case, some people actually hypnotize themselves in believing that they’re so much in love with the other person, just because of ego. They do not like being dumped, they think they have given up a lot, but they do not get appreciated. Hey, stop there, again, we all know that you don’t look for return in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too often, I look around, I see friends suddenly smoke and drink, make their own life miserable. I tell you my friend, deep down inside, you know you should not do that. But why doing that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is because of the TV, the show that ‘teach’ us to do that, and that is the thing you should do when you break-up. I’m not saying that you cannot feel sad, every ‘down’ you experience will be rewarded with an ‘up’. If you are drunk, how can you climb ‘up’? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW152rogXhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w77_QWuWho8/s1600-h/miserable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW152rogXhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w77_QWuWho8/s320/miserable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291019117562715666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s ok to feel sad, but learn something from it, reflect on yourself, there must be something that you’ve not been doing right or have been doing something wrong. Reflect and change, that is the only way to make your time, effort, and sadness worthy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve always hear this in movie, "Forget him/her." But I always tell people, how to forget someone that has bring you a lot of sweet memories, that has been part of your life? So don’t forget anyone in your life, just remember him/her in a different way, not as boy-friend or girl-friend. But as someone that has been part of your happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW14bN-fx-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_enIQOe617I/s1600-h/be+strong.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SW14bN-fx-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_enIQOe617I/s320/be+strong.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017546233792482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be strong my friend, send your best wishes to the one that you love so much but yet hurt you so much, don’t forget him or her, do not have any trace of hatred, not even a micro-gram(if it’s measurable). It’s not easy to achieve that, love was never meant to be easy. 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Mr. Wong is an environmental activist based in Lahad Datu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I thought that the palm oil plantation is a big plus to the environment, because we are actually planting trees. That's partly true, but the plantation in Sabah and Sarawak is large that it has become a hazard to environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWq9KTxfIFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k4LH7mlnQGM/s1600-h/Orang+Utan+rescued.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWq9KTxfIFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k4LH7mlnQGM/s320/Orang+Utan+rescued.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290248697104244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the lands that palm oil plantation takes up can threaten the extinction of Orang Utan and other species of animals. Oil-palm plantations could be responsible for at least half of the observed reduction in orang-utan habitat in the decade between 1992 and 2003. Almost 90 per cent of orang-utan habitat has now disappeared. Some orang-utan populations have been halved in the past 15 years, and from a total remaining population of less than 60,000, an estimated 5,000 are lost each year. If this rate of decline continues the orang-utan will be extinct within 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWq9h40KasI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fwjcX8GEaCs/s1600-h/Land+clearing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWq9h40KasI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fwjcX8GEaCs/s320/Land+clearing.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290249102184573634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the problem of carbon dioxide emission due to land clearing for plantations. Biofuels from palm oil actually release less carbon dioxide than fossil fuels when burned. But the land clearinng of rainforest and drained swamps (peat soil) released a lot of carbon dioxide. Rainforest and drained swamps are known to trap carbon in their watery depths for millennia. As the peat has dried, and sometimes burned, it has released huge amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. Drained peat swamps in Indonesia and Malaysia annually released 2 billion tonnes of carbon between 1997 and last year, an amount roughly equal to 8 per cent of annual global emissions from the burning of fossil fuels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When canals are dug to drain peat swamps, the peat dries and oxygen combines with the trapped carbon, releasing carbon dioxide to the atmosphere. Because dry peat is extremely flammable, fires frequently erupt on cleared land. In 1997 fires in Indonesia sent smoke billowing throughout South-East Asia and released massive amounts of carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all remembered few years ago, how the haze from Kalimantan affects us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve the issues, I don't think that by boycotting the palm oil will have impact on it, because other industries will have similar impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No forest conversion for oil palm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There must be no use of fire for land-clearing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Companies operating palm oil plantations must minimise their impact on the environment through good management practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;obeying all relevant Government regulations e.g. on emissions of waste-water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use of integrated pest management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;significant reduction in the use of pesticides and transparency in the amount of pesticides used&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recycling of POME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-4949522598322770349?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/aEqXkTxi5iU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1529810529195448757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/parking-fine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/1529810529195448757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/1529810529195448757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/aEqXkTxi5iU/parking-fine.html" title="Parking fine" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWHMsunPuJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Gt2xUEyhqFU/s72-c/Parking+Ticket.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/parking-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BRnw_cSp7ImA9WxVSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-5443773510676462496</id><published>2009-01-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:12:37.249-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T21:12:37.249-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My normal life" /><title>Now I know why I blog</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWFU5qgJybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P23ZOw4dsws/s1600-h/Perfect+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWFU5qgJybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P23ZOw4dsws/s320/Perfect+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287600787148097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I review my precious entries in friendster the other day, it brought back some of my memories of how I feel to certain event. I guess that's why blogging is so widely practise nowadays, it served as a channel to express yourself, to 'document' some events, to share point of view and some like kennysia managed to make a living out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st entry I made in friendster blog was, "&lt;a href="http://leonardtan.blog.friendster.com/2005/10/about-a-24-yr-old-charming-guy/"&gt;About a 24 yr old charming guy&lt;/a&gt;" and the 1st entry I made here was, "&lt;a href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-goodness-im-27-years-old.html"&gt;My goodness, I'm 27 years old&lt;/a&gt;". It's been 3 years, sounds short term of time, but a lot has been going on. I got married, have a son, now no.2 is on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, sometimes things don't go well for me, just bear with it with an open mind and optimistic heart. What else we can do? Life's short, and my life is perfectly normal. I can't afford to spend time on the 'bumps' on my life. I love my life, I love the high and low, and I think everyone should. Even things don't go well, like what I always said, "Prepare for the worst, welcome the best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-goodness-im-27-years-old.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-5443773510676462496?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/amc6H7v0Wks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5443773510676462496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-know-why-i-blog.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/5443773510676462496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/5443773510676462496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/amc6H7v0Wks/now-i-know-why-i-blog.html" title="Now I know why I blog" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWFU5qgJybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P23ZOw4dsws/s72-c/Perfect+life.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-know-why-i-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHR3kyeyp7ImA9WxVTGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-1477703321111085413</id><published>2009-01-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:07:16.793-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T20:07:16.793-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupid idea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy Thoughts" /><title>How to strike Toto Mega Jackpot</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I'm actually I dreamer, I always dream that I strike a RM20mil Toto Jackpot. I've even come out a plan, if I strike RM20mil, I will donate RM15mil to the needy and church. Then I will only spend RM5mil. Then share RM1mil with family and relatives.  Hahaha, dreaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the odds are very low... I've even have some figure myself. By using simple probability equation of 52 choose 6. The odds to strike a Jackpot is 20,358,520 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there are 24 cases of male breast cancer cases on average in a year? Malaysia's 2008 official population is 27,728,700 let's assume half of them are men, which leave us around 13,864,350 male. The probability of these men can diagnose with breast cancer is 577,681 to 1. So there is 35 times more chances for a man to catch breast cancer that to strike Toto Mega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances that if you're playing with a group of four that two of you will get a hole-in-one on the exact same hole? At 17 million to 1, they're better than the chances of you winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the fatal accident rate, if you drive 20km to purchase your lottery ticket, it's three to twenty times more likely for you to be killed in a car accident along the way than to win the jackpot.   &lt;!-- / message --&gt;                  &lt;!-- article copyright --&gt;                                           &lt;!-- controls --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to win it? The secret is to keep on buying the same combination, since the Toto number come out randomly by chance, you'll strike it one day. And you can't strike it this lifetime, pass this number to your son, then your grandson, sooner or later, you'll strike it. Good luck....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-1477703321111085413?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Among these countries, India and Pakistan have their own nuclear weapons, and Israel is widely believed to own nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1myJb8t5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6KirYHYcrk/s1600-h/Israel+Air+Stike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1myJb8t5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6KirYHYcrk/s320/Israel+Air+Stike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286494549315467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Israel felt that they need to show their power to Palestine, and to the neighboring Muslim countries (5 muslim countries surrounded Israel). Palestine may react to protect their own interest, with the help of other muslim countries that surrounded Israel. The tension between theses 2 states might spark a nuclear war if other countries, such as US tries to solve the problem in a hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, India and Pakistan, we all know what happened in 2008 with terrorist attack in Mumbai.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1qxv-APjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mfJOfmiRGxI/s1600-h/Mumbai+terrorist+attact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1qxv-APjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mfJOfmiRGxI/s320/Mumbai+terrorist+attact.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286498940525493810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a sad story, people in Mumbai still suffers mentally from what has happened out there. The tension between these 2 countries has already become very tense and if the terrorist attack is not solved, India will point it to Pakistan and the tension will elevate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many problems in the world, we have future problems that we need to solve now (environmental problem), war between countries, disasters, financial crisis, etc. Most of us that can read this is in a well off financial state compare to people around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have, "peace of mind" is not something you deserve, but something you have to work for it. And it will only stay with you if you appreciate it. Peace~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1rcxguJAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YX7G3-HUxxY/s1600-h/World+Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1rcxguJAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YX7G3-HUxxY/s320/World+Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286499679673918466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/844540559420359695-2971314469325503660?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~4/wDo87xJAd_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2971314469325503660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-war-on-way.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/2971314469325503660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844540559420359695/posts/default/2971314469325503660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyGuideToNormalLife/~3/wDo87xJAd_A/world-war-on-way.html" title="World War on the way???" /><author><name>Lil Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359662119857790160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWgJcxSKldI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ohFQsFahDMs/S220/IMG_5420.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SV1myJb8t5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6KirYHYcrk/s72-c/Israel+Air+Stike.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lionerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-war-on-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AAQXk5fCp7ImA9WxVSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844540559420359695.post-6426153578171363055</id><published>2008-12-31T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:35:40.724-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-04T16:35:40.724-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupid idea" /><title>New Year Wish</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWFV01mjH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jAdKwCfjv4A/s1600-h/Your+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_CLQhvf-4/SWFV01mjH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jAdKwCfjv4A/s320/Your+wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287601803739996082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't hear "New Year Wish" too often. But I'm offering you a chance to wish, said it out loud and clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself wish for world peace.... Nah, just joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can pick up a winning lottery ticket... Hahaha, so greedy... Don't even wanna buy one, just wanna pick up one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, if I really win lottery ticket ah, I donate half of the winning to the needy.... I promise... Hahahaha, just by thinking I feel so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-6426153578171363055?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Theory of Evolution said that human's existence are mere coincident, coincidentally micro-organism in the water evolve to fish, reptiles, birds and mammals. Then coincidentally 1 species of mammal evolved and became human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some problems with this theory though. Where did the human emotions, such as love, hate, and jealousy come from? Assuming that micro-organism has love, hate and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds that the evolutionary process, proceeding by random changes, would produce human beings, plus millions of species of animals, birds, fish, and insects, all with symmetrical features? If evolution is a random process, why are all animals have symmetrical features?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds that of the millions of species of animals, birds, fish, and insects, a male of each species developed at the same time and in the same place as a female of the same species, so that the species could propagate? If evolution is a random process, why do the male and female of the same species evolve at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there 2 sexes anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the first generation of mating species didn't have parents, how did the mating pair get to that point anyhow? Isn't evolution supposed to progress when an offspring of a mating pair has a beneficial mutation? Conclusion: No parents, no evolution. A species would have to jump from a primitive form to a fully developed male and female, each with the ability and instinct to mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the heart, lungs, brain, stomach, veins, blood, kidneys, etc. develop in the first animal by slow, minute steps and the animal survive while these changes were occurring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the first animal develop 10% of complete veins, then 20%, and on up to 100%, with veins throughout its entire body and brain? Then how did the heart slowly develop in the animal and get attached to the veins in the right spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the blood enter the system? The blood could not enter before the veins were complete or it would spill out. Where did the blood come from? Did the blood have red corpuscles, white corpuscles, platelets, and plasma? At what point in this process of development did the heart start beating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is that there are no proof to evolution theory and they may not be able to proof the Creation theory. But why is evolution theory universally accepted if there's no proof of it and be considered as "Facts"??? This of course is an admission that the foundation of evolution is not science, but a rejection of the supernatural. Evolution then is simply the best alternative anyone has been able to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my knowledge of science stretch, there's no other science field like the evolution theory, where one decides on the answer first, and then looks for evidence to support that predetermined answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844540559420359695-8207916820504152447?l=lionerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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