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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSHc5eCp7ImA9WhRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441074318287213387</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:31:09.920+08:00</updated><category term="Personal" /><category term="World Stage" /><category term="Tokio Hotel" /><category term="stuffs" /><category term="vids" /><category term="MTV Asia" /><category term="Family" /><category term="random" /><category term="club" /><category term="Pitbull" /><category term="boys" /><category term="World Vision" /><category term="christmas" /><category term="body parts" /><category term="Silly" /><category term="bored" /><category term="resolution" /><category term="blog" /><category term="phone" /><category term="toys" /><category term="Special Event" /><category term="ad" /><category term="Photoshop" /><category term="movie" /><category term="Story" /><category term="Life" /><category term="Songs" /><category term="Singapore" /><category term="makeup" /><category term="nokia" /><category term="opinion" /><category term="animation" /><category term="spam" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Birthdays" /><category term="Festivals" /><category term="emo" /><category term="Weather" /><category term="virtual" /><category term="fun" /><category term="driving" /><category term="love" /><category term="work" /><category term="Trip" /><title>My Crib</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://white-crib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://white-crib.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441074318287213387/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lizquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626543914389062903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNtY5WGbZFc/S4jhbruxHXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_Z1WUBIh6yU/S220/blogger+profile+pic.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>736</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/fyccw" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/fyccw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSHc4eyp7ImA9WhRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441074318287213387.post-1295517870897424888</id><published>2012-02-13T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:31:09.933+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T00:31:09.933+08:00</app:edited><title>the lil boy</title><content type="html">a lil boy did excellent in keeping his toys one day. His proud father told him that he would be taken out for a treat the next day.. Excited, the lil boy looked so forward to it, he couldnt sleep at all that night.
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The next day arrived! He went to school as usual, finished school, and waited for his father. While waiting, he told his friends how great his father was to bring him for a treat. His friends all envied him but carried on playing while this little boy waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. His friends begin to belittle him and called him a forgotten child. 3 hours passed and finally his mother came to pick him up. With such great disappointment, he went home.
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A few hours later, his father comes home. The boy, hoping his father would explain why he never came. But instead, his father just casually asked how his day at school was. Frustrated, he cried and screamed for being forgotten. Quickly his father said he was busy at work and could not leave. 
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My question is, would u think the father was trying to cover up or truly forgot about his son?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-1295517870897424888?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i wished, more than ever, to have the courage to speak my mind. yet afraid to lose what i have now. perhaps i have earned what i've earned for my cowardness, my weakness. and the moment i decide to put my own happiness first is the moment i may lose everything. i treasure what i have in hand, oh i do. but there's always a limit to everything. EVERYTHING. there should be a balance in everything too. the poor cannot earn money without some hard work, the rich cannot keep his money without spending some. and i cannot be made to keep silent watching the world pass by me. &lt;br /&gt;
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doesnt sound like i make any sense eh? &lt;br /&gt;
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i will not compare myself to others, be it strength or endurance. i am not them, and they are not me. they do not have the charasterictics i own and vice versa. it is unfair to say that if others are able, so i should too. God did not make all of us alike. so stop telling me what i should feel or do based on other experiences you might have heard. advices are best given after understanding the person completely. in other words, understand my character, know my attitude, and see if your advices deem fit for me to hear. because the moment i decide to do as the world tells me to, i am no longer me. &lt;br /&gt;
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the world changes. i chose to remain. the world urges me along. i still chose to remain. the world goes on living the way it wants to. i begin to feel i do not belong to the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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ah, cut that that crap. long story cut short. i am beginning to feel uncomfortable around the people who has turned for the worse. and i am choosing to distant myself from it all. and as i said, i wished to own the courage to speak my mind. until i find that courage, pretence is all you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-332966697267535452?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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yes, i never heard of it. or rather i have heard but never knew what exactly it was all about. and please spare me with your mouth-gaping looks or your loud "WHAT?!?". i've had a handful of those from the boyfriend. he even took one step further by ringing up a random friend to ask if they heard of Moby Dick. lol. point taken, i raise my white flag.&lt;br /&gt;
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so... does anyone own the book? or the movie? best if you have it in the original writing. imagine that! 18th century style, exceptional!&lt;br /&gt;
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would love to get my hands on it wherever possible. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-2131841075252189844?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br/&gt;i'd say.. It has to be on the feet. How else r u gonna scratch it when wearing shoes or worse, reaching down just to stick your fingers in for a scratch. Okay, the last bit didnt sound right. 
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&lt;br/&gt;Anyhoo, happy thaipusam! I never quite know what festival is for what.. Its the indian new year, am i right? While deepavali is the festival of lights. Yes? Lol.. Hey, im chinese n i dont even know half of the chinese festivals. I get weird looks whenever im asked about the traditions of each festival n i nvr could answer. *grins
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&lt;br/&gt;i spent today at home. I forgot or rather, i thought i could have spent time with him but misunderstood his schedule. N then hoped a friend was available too but no, she wasnt. :( so i spent time with the family, taught my brother how to play badminton, got my car washed finally, read a boring book, fell asleep, 9gagged for 2 hours and then blogging now. These are the time where i lay on my bed, have a million thoughts run through my mind, laugh at silly things, facepalm myself for the embarrassing moments, and all that. 
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&lt;br/&gt;Oh! It is also chap goh mei today.. No, yesterday.. The last day of chinese new year. Last day i'll be woken up by fireworks. Heh. It is also the chinese valentines day, single ladies would write their phone numbers on a mandarin orange and have it thrown into the river in hopes of a single man to pick it. Its the game of fate. Which i dont quite believe in. Maybe it did work during the olden days where emperors ruled china. But today, who's gonna go down to the dirty klang river n pick oranges?
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&lt;br/&gt;I'd pick a few then.. Just in case it dun work out.. Like a player! Pick the hottest one of all, host my very own dating show. If im a guy la.. :P
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&lt;br/&gt;ohgayy, lights down, time for bed.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-3153539853746425857?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br/&gt;Such fear...
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&lt;br/&gt;It was fun tonight, meeting up with old schoolmates. Laughing at each other the same way we did 6 yrs ago. Night ended with more drinks and probably will be followed by a good night's sleep.
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&lt;br/&gt;:)
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 &lt;br/&gt;p/s: fragility.. Take care of wat others might feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-306473213847836653?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. when talking to boss&lt;br /&gt;
2. when talking with other colleagues&lt;br /&gt;
3. at home&lt;br /&gt;
4. with your partner&lt;br /&gt;
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see, 4 personalities there..&lt;br /&gt;
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i watched an episode of CSI last night where the homicide victim's friend suffered from having split personalities.... i just forgotten my point of telling you that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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ugh, my memory....... i've lost my trail of thoughts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-4583227577982135603?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I literally used up the holiday KL was given yesterday to sleep. If an 8 hour sleep wasn’t enough, an extra 3 hours in the late afternoon would suffice my body’s needs. :) woke up just in time for dinner, perhaps an hour or 2 of TV watching and then sleep again. Heh. 
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All rested, today would be a good day at work even if I already had a bad start to it. But it’ll get better..
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Btw….. valentines day is coming. Any plans done yet? Here’s a better suggestion. Before all the couples in the city flog around fine dining restaurants and such on the 14th itself, why not surprise your loved one with an early valentines celebration? And no, this is not a hint. It wouldn’t be a surprise anymore if I had already suggested it. Lol. Sides, I remain my thoughts on Valentines Day even if I now have someone to share it with. For me, every date is like valentines already. Im contented, satisfied and that’s what counts.
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Off for lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-7577377742009726019?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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but... we're human. we're made dissatisfied, unappreciative and lazy. if i were given the freedom i wanted so much now, i doubt i would be able to be content with it. its the little hardships in life and the never ending pool of problems that teaches us to be grateful. get yourself a reality check, even the rich are bored with their fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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the balance of life. when there's a gain, there will be a lacking somewhere else. i guess, in this sense, life is somewhat fair. yes?&lt;br /&gt;
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at the end of the day, after much sighs, i continue working with gladness i, at least, have something to fall back on. and what more satisfies than having happy people around me? that is.. all i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-3007987700298306526?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chinese New Year just came and passed in a blink of an eye. This year probably would be the most different only because a cousin was able to make it after years of being unavailable. Due to work of course. Plus we had a chef in our room mixing different cocktail concoctions for us. I should add the word “potent” in my last sentence because really, it is….  Long Island Tea aka L.I.T is usually a mixture of iced tea and a few different hard liquor. My uncle’s version of L.I.T is… purely 5 different shots of liquor, some lime juice and a tiny bit of coke for colour. You don’t even taste the coke. And wala! It actually taste like there’s tea in it. How does he do it? I have no idea….&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing extraordinary happened, same usual events with a lil added activities in between. Dinner on the eve was at the hotel we booked in. Food was fantastic, service was bad, booze was absolutely cheap because The Zon Hotel was a duty free area. Where else can you buy a tower of Carlsberg for only RM18 eh? exactly, nowhere. I’d have trips there if it weren’t a restricted duty free area unlike Langkawi.  Oh well… still beats KL prices.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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First day of the new year, the day we have our annual visitations to relatives’ houses. Relatives I don’t even know how we’re related.. *chuckles* useless generation we are. What with “protocol” existing among the levels in the hierarchy of the family, it gets a little confusing with the name calling in my mother tongue. And I don’t even speak the language, which makes it all the more harder to remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that was it! Back home on the second day, somewhat extremely exhausted from the trip. but its definitely good to be back :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Chinese New Year to all of you i've not managed to wish. I hope 2012 will be another prosperous year for all like in 2011, so that you'll be extra generous next year with your ang paus. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Wednesday. 3rd wednesday of the week and already im feeling the pressure at work. i got disappointed today. copywriting does has its "ouch" effects. not tryna boast but once in a while, (by God's grace), i do feel like i produced a good piece of write up. eager and hopeful for bosses to agree and perhaps earn a small compliment, i was even more disappointed that it turned out the other way instead. disappointed at myself for having such high hopes and maybe pride.&lt;br /&gt;
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and of course, my whole write up got rewritten. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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guess i should not have had such high expectations the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-6583435505391223010?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
today's pretty straight forward..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sender: Lizy Smith &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello my friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am very sorry for the late response, I 
was busy at work, i finally made it to the &lt;span class="yiv2114179696yshortcuts" id="yiv2114179696lw_1326785257_0"&gt;western union money transfer&lt;/span&gt; outlet , I 
sent you 3540$ via &lt;span class="yiv2114179696yshortcuts" id="yiv2114179696lw_1326785257_1"&gt;western union&lt;/span&gt;, the mtcn is 465-883-3030, I 
have attached the western union receipt to this email , kindly open it for the 
rest details to pick up the money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
pfft..................... seriously, a note to spammers. guna lah otak yang diberi oleh Tuhan untuk mereka sesuatu yang kreatif. Otak lah ciri kelebihan manusia, tidak seperti haiwan. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(translation: use your darn brain)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s: only 3540$??? gee, the rest of them always tells me i've won a million dollars from the lotteries.. selfish much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-4863709181939457427?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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i kinda fell in love with this song. i know its not new, but i just really really liked this song. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
lets just hope, for a fairytale this time round. im the fairytale princess who has finally rebelled, ran away, took another step closer to the edge and fell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p/s: enough of the fake snow.. i should work on my header again. doncha think? any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JecXwzProZrmwy9HueRRJBVLgs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JecXwzProZrmwy9HueRRJBVLgs/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/fyccw/~4/QA4OuceWF4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://white-crib.blogspot.com/feeds/4589674424591334311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441074318287213387&amp;postID=4589674424591334311&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441074318287213387/posts/default/4589674424591334311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441074318287213387/posts/default/4589674424591334311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/fyccw/~3/QA4OuceWF4s/one-step-closer.html" title="One Step Closer.." /><author><name>Lizquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626543914389062903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNtY5WGbZFc/S4jhbruxHXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_Z1WUBIh6yU/S220/blogger+profile+pic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://white-crib.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-step-closer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HRXg8fip7ImA9WhRVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441074318287213387.post-5675460094801088059</id><published>2012-01-11T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:53:54.676+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T19:53:54.676+08:00</app:edited><title>wrong decisions</title><content type="html">questions......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. what were you thinking when you made an obvious wrong decision?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. were you even aware of what you were doing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. were you under any kinds of influence (ie. peer pressure, friends, alcohol, etc)?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. did you thought things through before you made the decision?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. did you remember the people who you might be affected in the end?&lt;br /&gt;
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oh of course not..... none of these goes through our mind. that's why we make mistakes. to learn the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-5675460094801088059?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br/&gt;and you think there's not enough love, and no one to give it to
&lt;br/&gt;and you're sure you've hurt for so long, you've got nothing left to lose
&lt;br/&gt;so you say you're not gonna fight coz no one will fight for you.
&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;you say the way of the world has kept you from letting go
&lt;br/&gt;you think compassion's a flaw, so you'll never let it show
&lt;br/&gt;you're sure you've hurt in a way that no one will ever know
&lt;br/&gt;but someday, the weight of the world will give u the strength to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-595066166536458983?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hB4qCGdV-1KapG1DgAip_Zb1Y0Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hB4qCGdV-1KapG1DgAip_Zb1Y0Y/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/fyccw/~4/lo6LjEak1VE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://white-crib.blogspot.com/feeds/595066166536458983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8441074318287213387&amp;postID=595066166536458983&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441074318287213387/posts/default/595066166536458983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441074318287213387/posts/default/595066166536458983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/fyccw/~3/lo6LjEak1VE/you-say-youre-not-gonna-fight-coz-no.html" title="robot boy" /><author><name>Lizquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626543914389062903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNtY5WGbZFc/S4jhbruxHXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_Z1WUBIh6yU/S220/blogger+profile+pic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://white-crib.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-say-youre-not-gonna-fight-coz-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ARH8-cSp7ImA9WhRVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441074318287213387.post-9126291293445476934</id><published>2012-01-09T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:17:25.159+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T14:17:25.159+08:00</app:edited><title>Time for Everything</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;&lt;br /&gt;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;ecclesiastes 3:1-8&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/8441074318287213387-9126291293445476934?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fun? Yes. 

I had a lot in my mind to think about today. Often enough, overthinking things n then making assumptions, something us human do all the time. A bad thing really, a very bad thing. Assumptions should never be made unless you are certain of the situation and have a good deep understanding of the person's character involved. In my case, i didnt. That's why it was bad la. In the end of the day, i just leave it all to God while telling him, "You give me situations, help me now!". Heh, kidding. 

Speaking of God, today's service was focused on the Fear of God. Funny, i just had a similar conversation with my father yesterday afternoon and again with a dear friend of mine at night. Well not exactly it, but in the context. Jerry is his name, and jerry has recently found a new love. :) i am totally delighted to hear that they made it official not too long ago. Familiar story? *grins

okay, i ought to sink my head into the land where sheeps are blue and cows are green now. I'l def blog later at work. A better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-4716166997982319979?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.dontknowmuch.com/2011/12/twelve-christmas-myths-8-why-12-days/"&gt;http://www.dontknowmuch.com/2011/12/twelve-christmas-myths-8-why-12-days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas this year was rather different compared to most years. only because i received my bonus days before the weekend and was able to spend without second thoughts to buy awesome gifts for my family. that certainly put a big smile on my face. after all, isnt that what christmas is all about? family, happiness, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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i didnt take much pictures, in fact, i didnt take a single shot at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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without the usual christmas tree (all because we were all too lazy to decorate), we had a barbeque at night after watching a christmas production at Acts Church where my lil brother played a small role in it. it was touching, and i cried not because the story touched my heart, but more of the pride i felt welling up in my chest. that small boy is growing up! *wipes a tear*&lt;br /&gt;
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that's it really.... :) simple huh..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-5190862286581640990?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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to stop drinking so much..&lt;br /&gt;
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lets see how far i can get with that eh? *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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while i strive towards achieving that goal of mine, which would also save me a whole lot of money as an added advantage, frankly, my love for that &lt;strike&gt;habit&lt;/strike&gt; social activity cant exactly hit a full stop in a snap of 2 fingers. thank my body for not being dependent on chugging beer down but instead on the Man up there. but it dont mean i cant get there, i can and im probably halfway there. so for the sake of my pocket and health, i should call it quits. soon... enough.... &lt;br /&gt;
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Hows 2012 been so far? 3rd day of the year.. traffic's been good this morning, sun's shining a lil too bright to my liking, sat down on my chair after a week to find a small gift and a personalised card on my table, its been good. ooh and not to forget the lil gift i received in my mailbox last week, all the way from Korea, sent by none other than Ali Akbar.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you ALI! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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wait a min.... did i even blog about Christmas? :/ oops..&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas post next........&lt;br /&gt;
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1. i cant blog on my phone anymore..&lt;br /&gt;
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2. it doesnt auto-save for some unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;
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3. i spent the entire day typing an extensive post and now lost it due to that auto-save mode gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday Dashan! &lt;br /&gt;
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Who is he? Yeah most of you wouldnt have heard his name before. However, some of you might have. Come to think of it, prolly most of you have.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's a man whom a mutual friend spoke highly about. In fact his exact words were "all of you will definitely fall for him". Immediately my perspectives of dashan just got degraded there and then. I mean, seriously, a man like that prolly describes a player for sure. N a player doesnt exactly quite attract me. Finally met him, n true enough, all the ladies had their attention on him. How did he do it? He reads eyes. I rolled my eyes at that idea. I really had this negative vibe about him. N i thought to myself "pfft, what's so great bout him? Just another smooth talker around the ladies."&lt;br /&gt;
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and look who ended up falling for him. Yeap, me. The sucker. &lt;br /&gt;
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There's more than meets the eye i guess. I got to know him a lil better, found him to be an extraordinary matured man for his age, a gentleman, intelligent, sometimes speaks words and phrases i dont understand. Lol. One who looks at people in a very different perspective, one who doesnt judge, and carries himself extremely well, one who likes to stare.. Haha, naw, more like observe the lil moments people often miss. Like small reactions towards something, or every muscle movement that forms a smile on your face. That's him. Opposite of me, well most of me anyways. Grumpy when he's tired, or drunk :P but apologetic always after his grumpy behaviours. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'd be honest, i havent quite know him yet. Its only been merely months n we're still discovering. But i gotta say this... I am glad. Glad to have known him. How glad? I've gained weight, n that really does say smth doesnt it. Lol. :) happy birthday love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441074318287213387-4816893488220836036?l=white-crib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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as a friend, and a caring one, i am confused between being silent so that i may seem like the only one whom understands all they have been going through or should i raise my thoughts like the others against their liking, knowing that it probably will affect the tight rope between my friendship with them?&lt;br /&gt;
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being the one who has turned a lil for the worse, is it then fair to be criticized this much for the change? After all, responsibilities are still taken into account, trying my very level best to honour those that needs honouring, not going against instructions and still trying to live up to expectations. Do I deserve your sarcastic remarks then? Did you think all these through and compare yourselves to my actions before spitting out these words of yours? Again, can you blame me for defending myself in such a way? seems to me like you're cunningly waiting for me to make the slightest mistake to struck me down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Langkawi, one of the only islands not raining at these times, was rather crowded last weekend. not at the beaches, but the counters to get ferry tickets. such a blessing for men to take pieces of chunky metal sheets to build big ferry boats that could carry 500 people over the waters at once. or so i think its 500 la. we missed the first one, but even with the massive crowd, we were able to get the second boat. we had hours to waste anyhow. reached the docks of Langkawi at about 9am. my dear Chindian friend was mistaken as a Malay and got a car rental at a VERY cheap price. hah! hooray for chindians! a manual but no worries, he was able to drive one well plus a map of Langkawi has already been installed in his head. He knew the roads all too well. Driver + car, checked off my To Do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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as expected, the villa we rented wasnt ready yet. occupants havent even checked out so we had to wait by the pool side. a deck of cards in hand and that was all we needed to keep ourselves entertained. not that long unfortunately. but it helped pass 2 hours away nevertheless. ooh, must show you view from the carpark...&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night was eh pick. Not in a good way but meh, it was an experience no doubt. We decided on reggae bar down in petaling street. Even before entering the place, a gang fight broke out. A van arrived and immediately a couple of guys jumped out n ran after another guy. 1 guy got beatened up, a bottle smashed on his head, and more punches in the face n gut. Scary? Hell yesssss....... Inside the club however, was a whole new experience. I shall not want to reveal details but lets just say, if ur looking for gropes, reggae bar's the place for you. &lt;br /&gt;
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