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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlOTmJ9hPMjpuLEq2zN-XepVZ_U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlOTmJ9hPMjpuLEq2zN-XepVZ_U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm about 10 minutes away from meeting an associate to discuss and Advertising and Marketing Proposal in Subang. So, I'm just going to pen some thoughts here and see what you think.

A good campaign solves problems or meets a need.
I think a good marketing proposal is one that solves a problem. Business is really about solving problems, or fulfilling needs. You sell eggs to solve the need for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/tQ72aOKpv0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2012/03/making-good-advertising-campaign-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQX89eSp7ImA9WhVTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-6321812926586264544</id><published>2012-02-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T18:45:10.161+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-29T18:45:10.161+08:00</app:edited><title>Our Children</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6321812926586264544/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=6321812926586264544&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6321812926586264544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6321812926586264544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/yiDyR9AzZQE/our-children.html" title="Our Children" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJN5j9nDGsw/T03phV3PIJI/AAAAAAAAARo/vrFx4Mw9R2E/s72-c/The-Thomas-Dogs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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Dogs. If you see them as dogs, they're dogs to you. If you see them as children, they're children to you.




Sherry and Beauty were the first two we adopted from a dog shelter. Bobby walked into the house one day, and never left. Then came Puteri. She was found lingering around a parking lot. When my brother opened the car door, she jumped right in. Buttons and Toffy are the latest editions. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/yiDyR9AzZQE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-children.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENQnwzeCp7ImA9WhVTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2797688962587947031</id><published>2012-02-28T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:31:33.280+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-28T09:31:33.280+08:00</app:edited><title>Starting Over</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2797688962587947031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2797688962587947031&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2797688962587947031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2797688962587947031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/4S3PjFyx2sw/starting-over.html" title="Starting Over" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3CCLtbXA8ZdmaKvMbs1NLamf00/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3CCLtbXA8ZdmaKvMbs1NLamf00/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3CCLtbXA8ZdmaKvMbs1NLamf00/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3CCLtbXA8ZdmaKvMbs1NLamf00/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's the end of February. And the momentum of the new year would've already kicked in for most. But I'm taking my time to get started with all the stuff I hope to see happen this year.

Writing on this blog again is one of them. I didn't plan to. But when I saw the new templates on Blogger.com, I decided to change the look of my page, and like a whiff of fresh air (or fresh coffee), I felt a new &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/4S3PjFyx2sw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2012/02/starting-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IEQHYyfCp7ImA9WhRXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2816806548746287904</id><published>2011-12-20T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:38:21.894+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T23:38:21.894+08:00</app:edited><title>Breakups</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2816806548746287904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2816806548746287904&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2816806548746287904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2816806548746287904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/FgtQKv-c570/breakups.html" title="Breakups" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kppgbrIneGAZrde7Vas026zzg_s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kppgbrIneGAZrde7Vas026zzg_s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kppgbrIneGAZrde7Vas026zzg_s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kppgbrIneGAZrde7Vas026zzg_s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think guys deal harder with break-ups. Breaking up with someone really cherished, I mean.The process of grieving loss takes longer. The effects are insidious, carried over from season to season, that even half a decade isn't long enough for things to be normal again. Don't know how long will this go on for.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/FgtQKv-c570" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2011/12/breakups.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EAQ3gzcSp7ImA9WhdWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-5985250930275469697</id><published>2011-09-05T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:27:22.689+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T10:27:22.689+08:00</app:edited><title>Perception</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5985250930275469697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=5985250930275469697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5985250930275469697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5985250930275469697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/viqRi3pKWqY/perception.html" title="Perception" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTXNz2uWobMR8wBQv4NCmCdPTT8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTXNz2uWobMR8wBQv4NCmCdPTT8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTXNz2uWobMR8wBQv4NCmCdPTT8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTXNz2uWobMR8wBQv4NCmCdPTT8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last week, I went on a shopping spree to buy clothes for a wedding. It has become my habit or tradition to shop for clothes right before a wedding. I usually don't buy new clothes unless I have to (when I either outgrow them, or when they outgrow and decide to wrinkle, fade or tear). However, unlike other weddings, I was shopping for a dress code for this one: Yellow and Blue shirts for both the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/viqRi3pKWqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2011/09/perception.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFRHoycCp7ImA9WhdRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2073173432717342357</id><published>2011-08-10T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:38:35.498+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T22:38:35.498+08:00</app:edited><title>Disappointed</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2073173432717342357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2073173432717342357&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2073173432717342357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2073173432717342357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/Q2TCtPzaTgc/disappointed.html" title="Disappointed" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElQjMJ9DUEs1eq7EgnoK2XYsJS8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElQjMJ9DUEs1eq7EgnoK2XYsJS8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElQjMJ9DUEs1eq7EgnoK2XYsJS8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElQjMJ9DUEs1eq7EgnoK2XYsJS8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Once again, disappointment creeps in. Despite thinking and believing that everything has been normalized, I still feel sidelined. Still feel that I'm not at all on the priority scale. Perhaps, not even an afterthought. I get a sense that there's something in between. As if the chasm that I thought we bridged by maturity and mutual understanding still remains, an empty, unbridged chasm. I feel &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/Q2TCtPzaTgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2011/08/disappointed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ERX4zfip7ImA9WhZaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-4218842518395188346</id><published>2011-06-30T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:40:04.086+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-30T22:40:04.086+08:00</app:edited><title>5 Days in Manila Part 1</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4218842518395188346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=4218842518395188346&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4218842518395188346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4218842518395188346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/iU1cJdIzmYc/5-days-in-manila-part-1.html" title="5 Days in Manila Part 1" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klDju1hxB5qJ7Mgy8e2o6vvruBU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klDju1hxB5qJ7Mgy8e2o6vvruBU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have forgotten how free and and liberating walking in the rain and flood felt like. Today, on Rodrigues Avenue, near my hotel in a harsher version of Manila, I decided to get out of my hotel room, walk around and just be with people. As soon as I left the building, it began to drizzle stray drops. But I decided to walk on anyways. Within minutes, I joined a crowded busy town of people dodging &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/iU1cJdIzmYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-days-in-manila-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQH44fCp7ImA9Wx9VEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-5559432159972318035</id><published>2011-01-28T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T03:48:41.034+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T03:48:41.034+08:00</app:edited><title>Citizens and Authorities, Wake Up to Animal Rights!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5559432159972318035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=5559432159972318035&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5559432159972318035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5559432159972318035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/OqdsvJvmx4E/citizens-and-authorities-wake-up-to.html" title="Citizens and Authorities, Wake Up to Animal Rights!" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBvbM-urLXbshCrZk5pznh_dbt4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBvbM-urLXbshCrZk5pznh_dbt4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBvbM-urLXbshCrZk5pznh_dbt4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBvbM-urLXbshCrZk5pznh_dbt4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am completely enraged by the senseless and inhumane abuse on poodle, Sushi. But I am encouraged by the unanimous support by Malaysians to speak out again such abuses and violations of animal rights. Kudos to all who care to make an effort to protect animals. While sufficient penalties should be meted out on the perpetrators, personal vengeance should not cloud the interpretation of justice. We &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/OqdsvJvmx4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2011/01/citizens-and-authorities-wake-up-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBQ3w4fCp7ImA9Wx9SEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2692388883540407580</id><published>2010-11-30T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:17:32.234+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T02:17:32.234+08:00</app:edited><title>The Next Biggest Thing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2692388883540407580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2692388883540407580&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2692388883540407580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2692388883540407580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/VEM62goZL6Q/next-biggest-thing.html" title="The Next Biggest Thing" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qlCjNELbRLdPhIeU8yZq1zY_Yw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qlCjNELbRLdPhIeU8yZq1zY_Yw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qlCjNELbRLdPhIeU8yZq1zY_Yw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qlCjNELbRLdPhIeU8yZq1zY_Yw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just watched a sneak preview of the Social Network. Totally enjoyed it. Really liberating to know that there are entrepreneurs out there who are taking risks to make things work. Facebook's success, I believe, was not born out of a desire to make big bucks (although, the initial successes could've altered some motives along the way). I think their success came from a desire to see something &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/VEM62goZL6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2010/11/next-biggest-thing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BR387eSp7ImA9WxBbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2496016701762279507</id><published>2010-03-19T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:07:36.101+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T19:07:36.101+08:00</app:edited><title>Life and Relationships</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2496016701762279507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2496016701762279507&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2496016701762279507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2496016701762279507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/0xpVGnVz6_c/life-and-relationships.html" title="Life and Relationships" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCpHdSQXzoVniSlMqjznnm8iydU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCpHdSQXzoVniSlMqjznnm8iydU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCpHdSQXzoVniSlMqjznnm8iydU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DCpHdSQXzoVniSlMqjznnm8iydU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In a few days, I will turn 31. No more am I on the sidelines as a freshman in the thirties bracket. I will officially slip into the big bathtub of the thirties. In it, I will be drenched in the murky waters of adult responsibilities. I am progressively weaning off the physical attributes that make people guess my age ten years younger (My median age, based on people's guesses is 23). My identity &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/0xpVGnVz6_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-and-relationships.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBQHw7cSp7ImA9WxBUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-6601288198555956365</id><published>2010-03-03T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:25:51.209+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T15:25:51.209+08:00</app:edited><title>Baby Steps</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6601288198555956365/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=6601288198555956365&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6601288198555956365?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6601288198555956365?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/opWS0Rpf3wM/baby-steps.html" title="Baby Steps" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV6-pLT3gSVhr9WvPo9aiRPgGC4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV6-pLT3gSVhr9WvPo9aiRPgGC4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV6-pLT3gSVhr9WvPo9aiRPgGC4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YV6-pLT3gSVhr9WvPo9aiRPgGC4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I need to take baby steps in blogging again. I've totally neglected this portion of my life for a good amount of time. Lots to write and ponder. Highs, lows, fasts and slows.Since the last track record of consistent blog posts, some friends have gotten hitched, I have a new dog, brother bought a new car and my bed has changed positions.Some of the things I want to put into writing are:My thoughts&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/opWS0Rpf3wM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-steps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGQX4zeSp7ImA9WxNWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-8782420650481031171</id><published>2009-10-09T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:30:20.081+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T16:30:20.081+08:00</app:edited><title>My Love Language is: CASH</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8782420650481031171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=8782420650481031171&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/8782420650481031171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/8782420650481031171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/n9V3MLhjWV4/my-love-language-is-cash.html" title="My Love Language is: CASH" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cfOLhQzrqp5JcbJtUEYpdYlpImM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cfOLhQzrqp5JcbJtUEYpdYlpImM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cfOLhQzrqp5JcbJtUEYpdYlpImM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cfOLhQzrqp5JcbJtUEYpdYlpImM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I will be writing a post in my church's bulletin soon. Before I get started, I'd need to recharge with a few blog entries. I guess that's how I work. Before getting into a project, I need some form of a warm up. Or how for some, before drinking liquor, beer is consumed as a chaser.So this simple blog entry is a finger/brain exercise before I type something about youth ministry in church.One &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/n9V3MLhjWV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-language-is-cash.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFQ3Yyfip7ImA9WxJUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-3908392870314387619</id><published>2009-07-14T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:53:32.896+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T22:53:32.896+08:00</app:edited><title>Kevin Rohan Thomas wants to keep up with you on Twitter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3908392870314387619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=3908392870314387619&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/3908392870314387619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/3908392870314387619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/B8V-gpfshGU/kevin-rohan-thomas-wants-to-keep-up.html" title="Kevin Rohan Thomas wants to keep up with you on Twitter" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwNIWf4vSfqhOzZFeNwdQiFXncA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwNIWf4vSfqhOzZFeNwdQiFXncA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   a { color: #0084B4}   a:hover { color: #215e88}   h1, h2 { margin: 0 0 16px 0; color: #000;}   h2 { font: 20px Georgia, serif; }   h3 { margin: 14px 0 4px 0;  color: #000; font: normal 18px Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px; }   p, ul { margin: 4px 0 15px 0; }   p { font:13px 'Lucida Grande', Lucida Grande, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; }   .user:after { content: "."; &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/B8V-gpfshGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevin-rohan-thomas-wants-to-keep-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCRn0zcCp7ImA9WxJVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-4649689611434672050</id><published>2009-06-30T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:09:27.388+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T01:09:27.388+08:00</app:edited><title>Failure</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4649689611434672050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=4649689611434672050&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4649689611434672050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4649689611434672050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/FOXswRYSc-c/failure.html" title="Failure" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ISbO1D9vgGkiVJt6UwDf5dJQOI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ISbO1D9vgGkiVJt6UwDf5dJQOI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ISbO1D9vgGkiVJt6UwDf5dJQOI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ISbO1D9vgGkiVJt6UwDf5dJQOI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's been a tiring weekend. And many things are disappointing. But my encouragement is in knowing that God gives us dreams for His purposes.Despite the murky waters of strife and jigsaw pieces that hardly match, He puts all things in place at the right time.We remain faithful and grateful. And he remains faithful.Failure is the opposite of obedience.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/FOXswRYSc-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERXs9fyp7ImA9WxJTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-8947340040326299255</id><published>2009-04-20T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:38:24.567+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T00:38:24.567+08:00</app:edited><title>Council of Wisemen</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8947340040326299255/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=8947340040326299255&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/8947340040326299255?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/8947340040326299255?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/3b-KRzHS6Bk/council-of-wisemen.html" title="Council of Wisemen" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E9KnKtJmNa4w0eQGZ0BDdIozf7A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E9KnKtJmNa4w0eQGZ0BDdIozf7A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E9KnKtJmNa4w0eQGZ0BDdIozf7A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E9KnKtJmNa4w0eQGZ0BDdIozf7A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm about to work on Albert's book shortly. It's late, however.I've been reading the biography of a friend's father. A man who came to Malaysia with only one rupee in the pre-war era, and eventually participated in the creation of the Malaysia we have today. Not the weaknesses of what we are exposed to, but the strengths that lies in the veins of our ethnic unity. The biography speaks more about &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/3b-KRzHS6Bk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/04/council-of-wisemen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCRH8zfSp7ImA9WxVUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-9093802147585602516</id><published>2009-03-18T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:14:25.185+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T10:14:25.185+08:00</app:edited><title>Turning Thirty</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/9093802147585602516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=9093802147585602516&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/9093802147585602516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/9093802147585602516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/-bQ86ERFOGw/turning-thirty.html" title="Turning Thirty" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-XzxumqaxoXVtHzprpMsOpvDAs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-XzxumqaxoXVtHzprpMsOpvDAs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-XzxumqaxoXVtHzprpMsOpvDAs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-XzxumqaxoXVtHzprpMsOpvDAs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Three more days to go, and I will hop into a totally new decade. For starters, the first digit on my age will turn three while the second digit in my age will reveal my achievements in life.I'm turning 30.For the last five years, I've been psyching myself to meet the reality of turning thirty. In a study/accountability group I was in in 2004/5, I became convicted that the 30 would be a defining &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/-bQ86ERFOGw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/03/turning-thirty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQX4zeyp7ImA9WxVXFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2945954789716925364</id><published>2009-02-14T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:02:00.083+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-14T02:02:00.083+08:00</app:edited><title>My Belly Dancing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2945954789716925364/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2945954789716925364&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2945954789716925364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2945954789716925364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/creORQPWLf4/my-belly-dancing.html" title="My Belly Dancing" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HHyHp7BY86oT_qcjouMp-EaEw-w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HHyHp7BY86oT_qcjouMp-EaEw-w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HHyHp7BY86oT_qcjouMp-EaEw-w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HHyHp7BY86oT_qcjouMp-EaEw-w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm not a belly-dancer. But that hasn't coaxed my belly into not dancing. Each gentle move I make (like walking down the church aisle like a gentle bride) will send my belly into a chaos of Mexican waves from top to bottom, left to right.Ok so I was exaggerating.But 'lately', I've been battling the extra blessings around my waist, arms and chest. The six pack I once almost met has now drowned &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/creORQPWLf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-belly-dancing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMSXg9cCp7ImA9WxVQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-4881146629577067895</id><published>2009-01-28T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:23:08.668+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-28T20:23:08.668+08:00</app:edited><title>Writing Pictures</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4881146629577067895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=4881146629577067895&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4881146629577067895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4881146629577067895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/Bso4xxI88IQ/writing-pictures.html" title="Writing Pictures" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tm-Jj-zhvI3GwNfsJpxu5LWOmfI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tm-Jj-zhvI3GwNfsJpxu5LWOmfI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tm-Jj-zhvI3GwNfsJpxu5LWOmfI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tm-Jj-zhvI3GwNfsJpxu5LWOmfI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Having lost my digital camera over a year ago, I've not been photo-blogging enough. There's a lot to see and write about. But what I find very interesting is how some writers can write in pictures. What I mean is, they are able to write in such a way that the reader sees in detail everything the writer conveys. The stories can be so captivating to the point that the reader forgets that he or she &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/Bso4xxI88IQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CRXYyeip7ImA9WxVTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-6735029472491958649</id><published>2009-01-01T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:36:04.892+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-01T01:36:04.892+08:00</app:edited><title>One More Bald Shot</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6735029472491958649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=6735029472491958649&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6735029472491958649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6735029472491958649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/fuYc40H3Gew/one-more-bald-shot.html" title="One More Bald Shot" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Con3k1BJmHQ/SVutaufDJmI/AAAAAAAAALU/vMqpuOwEjzU/s72-c/n682040866_2274184_6017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9sXVYJGOGqgF1omrdAMpvJR0UM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9sXVYJGOGqgF1omrdAMpvJR0UM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/fuYc40H3Gew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-bald-shot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGRHw6cSp7ImA9WxVTFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-2541982115621763128</id><published>2008-12-29T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:42:05.219+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-29T16:42:05.219+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Bald Yo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2541982115621763128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=2541982115621763128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2541982115621763128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/2541982115621763128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/4HhMkS_WwPs/im-bald-yo.html" title="I'm Bald Yo" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Con3k1BJmHQ/SViM5drXWdI/AAAAAAAAALM/AyKXSYDSybI/s72-c/n703380022_5167536_75.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6n-JS4RIDVQ-zakae0K6caYPOJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6n-JS4RIDVQ-zakae0K6caYPOJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Picture courtesy of Lauren Chia.Wanted a new look for the year. Something I've never done before, and may not do again. But hey, it's always good entering the year a little light-headed right? Cheers.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/4HhMkS_WwPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-bald-yo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENRno6fyp7ImA9WxVTFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-6663430922063648182</id><published>2008-12-29T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:34:57.417+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-29T16:34:57.417+08:00</app:edited><title>Closure on the Losses</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6663430922063648182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=6663430922063648182&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6663430922063648182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/6663430922063648182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/QdvUBjq8uoo/closure-on-losses.html" title="Closure on the Losses" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNsTnWJmkI-HLhCevpAwzVLvJS4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNsTnWJmkI-HLhCevpAwzVLvJS4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNsTnWJmkI-HLhCevpAwzVLvJS4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNsTnWJmkI-HLhCevpAwzVLvJS4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As the year draws to a close, I reflect on my thoughts in the previous post. Although the losses defined 2008 for me, I sense a better year ahead (Ironic, as the rest of the world is expecting a horrible financial 2009). For me, 2009 will see the beginning of some very important changes in the landscape of  my ministry and personhood.I will be turning 30 in 2009, and just like Jesus, I'd like to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/QdvUBjq8uoo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/12/closure-on-losses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANRHs-eyp7ImA9WxRWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-3990595818683063819</id><published>2008-10-27T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:26:35.553+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T14:26:35.553+08:00</app:edited><title>You will lose stuff</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3990595818683063819/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=3990595818683063819&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/3990595818683063819?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/3990595818683063819?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/ayFIsDJWPKk/you-will-lose-stuff.html" title="You will lose stuff" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ckuseA2tvlTzeaEcNHu1IzwxwDk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ckuseA2tvlTzeaEcNHu1IzwxwDk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ckuseA2tvlTzeaEcNHu1IzwxwDk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ckuseA2tvlTzeaEcNHu1IzwxwDk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some time this year, a friend of my brother visited my home. He was a man prayer, had a miraculous turn around and is now a serving Christian. He felt a need to pray for my family and for each of us. While in the shower, I had a deep sense that he would speak truth into my life. We met. He shared his life story. And we began to mull over the truth of God's Word (Bible).Later he prayed for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/ayFIsDJWPKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-will-lose-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQH09fCp7ImA9WxRRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-1611712557555519913</id><published>2008-09-28T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:46:51.364+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T01:46:51.364+08:00</app:edited><title>High and Dry</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1611712557555519913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=1611712557555519913&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/1611712557555519913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/1611712557555519913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/5HuS4r6J1n4/high-and-dry.html" title="High and Dry" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vh3L27raquTHjLMvMC2JzufARxE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vh3L27raquTHjLMvMC2JzufARxE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vh3L27raquTHjLMvMC2JzufARxE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vh3L27raquTHjLMvMC2JzufARxE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.Don't leave me high, don't leave me dryDon't leave me high, don't leave me dryDrying up in conversation, you will be the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/5HuS4r6J1n4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-and-dry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUARXsyfSp7ImA9WxRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-4637532845584153513</id><published>2008-09-13T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:27:24.595+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T14:27:24.595+08:00</app:edited><title>ISA Isn't Solving Anything!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4637532845584153513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=4637532845584153513&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4637532845584153513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/4637532845584153513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/rkVD_Dg5v44/isa-isnt-solving-anything.html" title="ISA Isn't Solving Anything!" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3QDpTh5XRnKDf1vh5qxrBsRpfw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3QDpTh5XRnKDf1vh5qxrBsRpfw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3QDpTh5XRnKDf1vh5qxrBsRpfw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R3QDpTh5XRnKDf1vh5qxrBsRpfw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The recent development of issues at the political level are worrying. What was supposed to combat national security now only reveals political insecurity. The Internal Security Act was passed in 1960 under Article 149 of the Constitution of Malaysia  curb or prevent any form of threat to national security. Detainees who were arrested without trial, could be taken in anywhere between 60 days to 2 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/rkVD_Dg5v44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/09/isa-isnt-solving-anything.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENSHozeip7ImA9WxRSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-5306782964466606246</id><published>2008-09-13T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:24:59.482+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T00:24:59.482+08:00</app:edited><title>Punching Bag</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5306782964466606246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232535&amp;postID=5306782964466606246&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5306782964466606246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232535/posts/default/5306782964466606246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~3/YIXdMzirj7A/punching-bag.html" title="Punching Bag" /><author><name>twentyfivecents</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDlPmUWSuJg/T0sI3rBtc3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bWi0IXRr3JE/s220/S4025492.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7U3CEmh1-HkD1iHSugt_EqmKCU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7U3CEmh1-HkD1iHSugt_EqmKCU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7U3CEmh1-HkD1iHSugt_EqmKCU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h7U3CEmh1-HkD1iHSugt_EqmKCU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This blog has become a punching bag for me. It's the only place I can really express what I feel about things. Gone were the days where I could write cheerful articles and thought provokers. This year is characterised by inconvenience and awkwardness. Hmm... maybe it's time to wrap this blog up and start life offline.Today, I wrote two songs and completed one. What an accomplishment. Some of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Gnlbo/~4/YIXdMzirj7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bluerambutan.blogspot.com/2008/09/punching-bag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

