<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495</id><updated>2024-11-30T02:54:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles Away the Past~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-7010571856816826733</id><published>2009-10-12T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:48:34.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have been neglecting this blog for a long long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;much has happened and i survived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Battling thru life huddles izzin really my forte, but we din really have much of a choice do we.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has always been pretty much the same. this year, i din really do a good job, to be honest. Feel like taking a break and go study for a year or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love izzin really on my side. Still recovering from deep wound, never felt more painful. Putting tat aside, moving on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken up a certification course in multimedia at NAFA. not bad, but very tiring especially when you have to work and study at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;much has happened and much more is about to happen. looking for new job and all. the future dun seem very bright to me now.. but i&#39;m gonna try my best, i hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not going to update this blog for a long long time. until then, goodbye everyone.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/7010571856816826733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/7010571856816826733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7010571856816826733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7010571856816826733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-long-hiatus.html' title='A long long Hiatus'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-5834086674822443114</id><published>2009-07-20T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:35:31.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Mac Book Pro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out with for a printer hunt with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Overspent and now i need to suffer the consequences.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Planning really cut down on my expenses for the next few weeks, till Sept.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Limited to $30 each week, tat will be $120 a month. Plus $100 bill, $100 transport. $250 for insurance... &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://1pm11a.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pqtIzOzmW-iy-1unovVrK4PLoxoUs72BDjADNUA9K13qUnMd6smeiZOvxNxDERg74jIRmJG18RHTrEMGp21JiGg/cry5.gif&#39; width=&#39;50&#39; height=&#39;50&#39;/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;So much money.... can only save $630 a month...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;How to raise 2.5k in 2 months time? &lt;img src=&#39;http://1pm11a.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pRQR_-palsoleKCQmFLE6ZB8LxOCWUaneEs70bEiBFQJQTwu0f_hfOxp-bCGwO0FxKvSv5X4uK6FeUblCyYgcrQ/cry1.gif&#39; width=&#39;50&#39; height=&#39;50&#39;/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Somebody HELP ME!!!! &lt;br/&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/5834086674822443114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/5834086674822443114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5834086674822443114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5834086674822443114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-mac-book-pro.html' title='I Need Mac Book Pro....'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-5230899562410415116</id><published>2009-07-19T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:30:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Works! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It finally worked!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;after the gruesome hours of troubleshooting and researching, i still have no idea wat went wrong. lost a very long entry that i wanted to post.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This will teach me to test every single applications before I start using it for any purpose.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Anyway, just wanna thank everyone who visited my humble lil blog space.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Now for some quick updates, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Work is more hectic now, 20hrs of lessons every week, leaving me hardly any time to lunch or rest.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;img height=&#39;50&#39; width=&#39;50&#39; src=&#39;http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o114/chichiri83/th045_.gif&#39;/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Lots of adapting needed with new principal, new colleagues and new work area. H1N1 does contribute to the already stressful situation in the school.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;At least, i&#39;m still surviving.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Met someone that has made a turning point in my life, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;taken up Certification in Multimedia @ NAFA, a 6 month course.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Lesson has began and i&#39;m still very excited abt it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Now I have found new bearing in my life and a goal to strive for, to become a Creative, a designer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;With this in mind, I have also fallen in love with Macbook Pro...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I hope to get one in Sept, which I believe will aim me greatly in my future as a Creative. Aiming to get into La salle in 2 years time, Degree in Multimedia Design.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Well, enough of me blabbering.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wish all my fans and friends a Great Sunday ahead.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/5230899562410415116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/5230899562410415116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5230899562410415116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5230899562410415116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-works.html' title='It Works! ! !'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-369769594161603699</id><published>2009-07-19T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:13:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;#39;s been long my dear friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Greetings to all my friends and fans out there.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;It&#39;s been long since i blogged.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;realised that i have lots of ppl reading my blog, especially my kids in sch.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;So, let&#39;s begin with some updates.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;I have just started on my Certificate in Multimedia course this month. Pretty excited abt it. Learning new skills and tips from the pros themself.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Learning is a never-ending process in our lives, the only difference is, how useful will it be to us.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Hope to take up a designing degree in La salle in 2 years time.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Working is still hectic or even more then before.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;20hrs of lessons a week has left me breathless everyday. still trying to adapt to the new long hours for this term.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Many new problems and adapting issues with the recent events such as H1N1, new principal, new colleagues and new workspace.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Moved to Garage as I do not wan to cause any commotion in the Staff room. I can get very crazy and loud most of the time.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;The change in the new working environment made me realised that I have lots of stuffs since I came to the sch.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;I think my co-worker, Aril, is shocked to see my place so messy and stuffs lying all over. Can&#39;t blame a creative for having a messy style rite. =P&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Over this period of depress and low self-esteem, I met someone who have changed my life.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;I found new bearing to my life&#39;s directions and path. To become a designer, to become a Creative.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;I also fell in love with Mac and i plan to get one for myself, to equip myself for my new goal in life.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;now trying to get used to the Mac interface, so i loan one to tryout.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;My verdict? It&#39;s cool. The design is fabulous. This machine is indeed designed for better user experience.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Not really gd for the students, cos of price and compatibility issues with school computers, which requires the kids to possess a certain level of tech-savyness to overcome; a qualty that my students do not have.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Hope i can own a mac by Sept this year.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Well, there is still much to be done.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Enjoy the rest of ur weekends everyone.&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style=&#39;margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;&#39; class=&#39;style2&#39;&gt;Gd nite.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/369769594161603699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/369769594161603699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/369769594161603699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/369769594161603699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-been-long-my-dear-friends.html' title='It&amp;#39;s been long my dear friends...'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1644481794561639113</id><published>2009-07-19T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:58:41.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Contribute on Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s been long since I blogged.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Haven really have time to blog and record.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It&#39;s surprising to see that many of my students in school have actually read my blog. mayb it&#39;s time, depending on whether this program, Contribute CS3, acutally works with this blog account.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;will blog more if this works out.  &lt;br/&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1644481794561639113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1644481794561639113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1644481794561639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1644481794561639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/07/using-contribute-on-mac.html' title='Using Contribute on Mac'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-7855885032094862311</id><published>2009-03-27T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:06:12.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long neglected Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;                         So sorry to my fans out there. have not been updating due to the long hours that i have been spending in school doing nonsense staff, trying to escape from reality.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;My brother recently &quot;disowned&quot; me. reason being that, he doesn&#39;t love me as much a brother would, and thus our brotherhood dissolved.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;heartbroken and beaten, i could only drag myself each day to work, trying to move on. know that i should not be down and all, words of encouragement izzin helping. No longer i can say that i&#39;m proud to have u as my brother, a part of me died along with our brotherhood. This incident have further concluded my prediction to my own life and destiny. The lone wolf shall continue with his life walking, with the full moon as his only companion. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Time to get back to work. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;May all of you peeps out there live a better life then me.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/7855885032094862311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/7855885032094862311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7855885032094862311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7855885032094862311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-neglected-blog.html' title='Long neglected Blog'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-281702604040039305</id><published>2009-01-10T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:05:26.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The calling…. from SAF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;received a letter from the army today. It was regarding my reservice unit and date. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m officially assigned to 740GDS. For a moment, my hopes of not getting involved in army was trashed, but yet that feeling was very short lived. Soon I was logging on to the NSportal and getting ready for the ICT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kinda early, but still, i need to get updated and prepare for wat’s coming. Since i can’t change it, might as well get ready for it, to live through it at the best i can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;New Year New stories…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many changes to come.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/281702604040039305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/281702604040039305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/281702604040039305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/281702604040039305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2009/01/calling-from-saf.html' title='The calling…. from SAF'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-8448769393027308617</id><published>2008-12-03T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:57:07.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of rest.</title><content type='html'>suffering from aching biceps, deprived of sleep, plenty of work to be completed.&lt;div&gt;Planning to take a break from all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayb i should go on a short holiday at malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit my relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was rushing report like mad, but din manage to finish, only finished the framework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den brought Wei Chang to the school gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it&#39;s his 1st time in the school&#39;s gym, he pretty much wanna try everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd thing i learnt a thing or two from books and previous gym-ing sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught him a game i learnt from Alex, it&#39;s called the &quot;bell press&quot; i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seem to enjoy it. we&#39;r starting real slow, letting him build up strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, will plan a simple routine for him and gonna learn more fun games from Alex and Amos to teach WeiChang. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den rushed to my main office for an promotion interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna skip the details. Let just say that i&#39;m keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I went to Orchard to meet up with Alex to sign up for gym membership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited my brother at the SGB booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He happens to be on duty on Orchard Main Box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally met Jaryl for dinner at Sakae Sushi. We ate to our tummy&#39;s content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had Cup Walker&#39;s Bubble tea. Wow, their Hazelnut Chocolate milk tea is OMG GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very explosive. Power~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finishing my reports now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go on a half day off later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going home 1st for a nap den accompany my lil brother, Benedict, to beach road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/8448769393027308617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/8448769393027308617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/8448769393027308617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/8448769393027308617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-need-of-rest.html' title='In need of rest.'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-6813926482657822414</id><published>2008-12-02T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:08:34.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>came back from a extremely long meeting.&lt;div&gt;left with 3 hours to finish my reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a mad rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got plenty of lesson plans to finish also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to finish a 20min video clip for 51st coy also, deadline is near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to discuss course plans with external vendor ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things  to do, so  lil time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all last min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/6813926482657822414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/6813926482657822414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/6813926482657822414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/6813926482657822414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/12/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1038525527554454377</id><published>2008-12-01T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:05:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack</title><content type='html'>In School now, planning to go the gym later. &lt;div&gt;Went to Sim Lim to buy a 2gb RAM for my pathetic laptop. hopefully after this upgrade, i can do my video editing on the laptop instead of my computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den went to SITEX to make a quick purchase on a bunch of software tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home without dinner. famished, had cravings for western, so i went hunting for western food stalls. Sadly, the nice ones close before 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&#39;s plan would be to finish my bi-monthly report for my dreaded company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun really feel like doing it, but no choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1038525527554454377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1038525527554454377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1038525527554454377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1038525527554454377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-school-now-planning-to-go-gym-later.html' title='Slack'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-4533404650734361366</id><published>2008-11-27T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:33:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;So many things to blog &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;Love life - a Mess.&lt;br /&gt;Work life - too lazy to do anything &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;Family life - spending too &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; time at home.&lt;br /&gt;Personal life - I wanna &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;slp&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that pretty much concludes all that has happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;kinda long to write everything here, probably will bore most of whosoever that reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt;dun even know if anybody reads it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the skin is kinda old.&lt;br /&gt;the entries are boring, pretty much like my life.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing is pretty much a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;, like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all for today.&lt;br /&gt;should start to blog more often...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/4533404650734361366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/4533404650734361366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/4533404650734361366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/4533404650734361366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-7184639083937026192</id><published>2008-11-23T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:57:02.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up life..</title><content type='html'>Why does my life have to be in such a mess?&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s painful.&lt;br /&gt;to think that this will never happen to me, but it has..&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t stop thinking abt u, yet i can&#39;t let her down..&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s so complicated, yet it seems so easy.&lt;br /&gt;a part of me tells me to end this quickly, get it over and done with, hurting one party now will be better den everyone suffer.&lt;br /&gt;while another part of me tells me that i cannot hurt her anymore. enough is enough, i have hurt her enough. I&#39;m so trapped..&lt;br /&gt;i can&#39;t let go of both of u...&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really not a good man. please, both of u, stay far away from me...&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;ll only hurt both of u...&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/7184639083937026192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/7184639083937026192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7184639083937026192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/7184639083937026192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/11/screwed-up-life.html' title='Screwed up life..'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1367916810301582146</id><published>2008-11-21T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:46:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of a break...</title><content type='html'>work work work.&lt;br /&gt;Have been making new friends to widen my social circle.&lt;br /&gt;Really haven been doing my work...&lt;br /&gt;lots of things have piled up..&lt;br /&gt;must be the holiday season..&lt;br /&gt;need to really take a break from the world.&lt;br /&gt;need to go somewhere without the city, without technology, without humans, without sins...&lt;br /&gt;so tired with the life that i&#39;m having...&lt;br /&gt;seviourly abused by people in the school.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m only getting 1500, and i&#39;m working 2 people job.&lt;br /&gt;I mean i can help u as a favour, but if u take me for granted, den u will be in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta learn to reject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got these feelings again..&lt;br /&gt;somebody kept coming into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;and I start to mind how she thinks abt me..&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m afraid that i&#39;m falling into the deadly trap of love again..&lt;br /&gt;But rite now i know i can&#39;t give her happiness, yet i wanna hold onto her..&lt;br /&gt;the selfishness of man..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop all these...&lt;br /&gt;Self control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that somebody:&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t stop myself thinking of u.&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t help but wonder if ur ok every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t stop wondering how u feel about me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1367916810301582146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1367916810301582146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1367916810301582146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1367916810301582146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-need-of-break.html' title='In need of a break...'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-787259872382296498</id><published>2008-10-13T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:21:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Bubble Tea Craze!!!!</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a long while after the bubble tea craze in singapore has died down.&lt;br /&gt;But just over the weekend, a brand new flavor and trend is born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the BUBBLE TEA CURD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPJR0ZakN1nkX1gc9IjJk4iRVkPh-wQ1_e2hGPyJJ07sN0ZV5IYIf1SfN2cy3f4v73Yb4R69eo_aR5jxwPF4z69UGzjyz4BimE1pvRHe41NUmk6Bn5nwc6PgAI7ya2q7Cqj3vqikN06ok/s1600-h/Image110.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPJR0ZakN1nkX1gc9IjJk4iRVkPh-wQ1_e2hGPyJJ07sN0ZV5IYIf1SfN2cy3f4v73Yb4R69eo_aR5jxwPF4z69UGzjyz4BimE1pvRHe41NUmk6Bn5nwc6PgAI7ya2q7Cqj3vqikN06ok/s320/Image110.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256457739292327842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made from ordinary milk tea, which is left over the weekend, and corn-starch pearls, topped with chemically treated syrup to add a fruity twist to the drink. This brand new drink is sure to keep you occupied at home or in the hospital for weeks. The perfect way to spend your school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this wonderful drink is none other than Mr Elkan from Christ Church Secondary School. Last friday, he accidentally left his honeydew bubble tea, unopened, in the office and went home. By Monday when he came back to office and Tada~ he found Bubble tea curd!&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s how this amazing drink was discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/787259872382296498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/787259872382296498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/787259872382296498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/787259872382296498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/10/latest-bubble-tea-craze.html' title='Latest Bubble Tea Craze!!!!'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPJR0ZakN1nkX1gc9IjJk4iRVkPh-wQ1_e2hGPyJJ07sN0ZV5IYIf1SfN2cy3f4v73Yb4R69eo_aR5jxwPF4z69UGzjyz4BimE1pvRHe41NUmk6Bn5nwc6PgAI7ya2q7Cqj3vqikN06ok/s72-c/Image110.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-5253926246328060515</id><published>2008-10-11T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:57:09.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New monitor</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been long since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;was working on lots of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;Students, tuition, projects, competition and counselling.&lt;br /&gt;so life is like really packed for me..&lt;br /&gt;getting a long real fine with the teachers quite well.&lt;br /&gt;so are rather close, while the others are just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the teachers, dun really like me.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i&#39;m too close to the other female teachers...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. can&#39;t really please everyone...&lt;br /&gt;mayb i should just stay away from all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just gt a 22&quot; LCD monitor for myself.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s real BIG i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;and very bright too.. kinda glaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, over and out for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/5253926246328060515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/5253926246328060515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5253926246328060515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/5253926246328060515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-monitor.html' title='New monitor'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-89922278984023730</id><published>2008-08-04T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:22:18.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the only pleasent thing that i encounter today is to see that a student actually downloaded my artwork from the internet and used it as his hp wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Now that&#39;s really being honored.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/89922278984023730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/89922278984023730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/89922278984023730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/89922278984023730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-pleasent-thing-that-i-encounter.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-375004447182512012</id><published>2008-07-09T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:19:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy day in school</title><content type='html'>was like so totally late for school today.&lt;br /&gt;there was like an whole army of kids queuing for 901.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m like almost fainted. Well, i took it easy, God&#39;s Word kept me company.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school just when it started to rain, really have to thank God for keeping the raining from raiding on me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lessons aren&#39;t that bad. only the computers are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that my photoshop hangs halfway while i&#39;m teaching. I had to like restart my com and load the whole program and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing God was with me, Praise to Him for helping me through the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching without visual for a few minutes. I tell you, those few minutes were long.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally it&#39;s over. went to buy lunch, happy happy go buy some toileties while waiting for my fried rice, den a teacher called.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she just wanted me to help set up the VGA cable in one of the labs for a english course.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it gets better.. I pick up my food, head back to school, and as i reach the my office and put down my food, i gotta go open another lab so that the NE teacher can go in and prepare for the NE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;So i went to open the lab, den went to set up the cable and stuff, and when i&#39;m done, i need to pick up a postit sample and go for NE lesson duty.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i have time to grab a bite from my Lunch, which by the way have been sitting there for 2 hrs, is cold...&lt;br /&gt;How horrible can a day get?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I&#39;m at home.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord my Father, who blessed my with a day so busy and fun. at least, i did something...&lt;br /&gt;Amen.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/375004447182512012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/375004447182512012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/375004447182512012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/375004447182512012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/lousy-day-in-school.html' title='lousy day in school'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-6637691198902229983</id><published>2008-07-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:01:01.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by step we get closer</title><content type='html'>finished my run just in time for CSI.&lt;br /&gt;darn, I really need to improve my leg&#39;s strength and stamina.&lt;br /&gt;I want the power to run again and to do that, the only way is to train and keep running.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s just there and all i have to do is to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goals that we have, likewise, we need to keep running towards them to reach them. but of course, we also have to commit our goals and desires to the Lord our Father.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/6637691198902229983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/6637691198902229983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/6637691198902229983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/6637691198902229983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/step-by-step-we-get-closer.html' title='Step by step we get closer'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1150958972597053043</id><published>2008-07-08T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:55:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a teacher</title><content type='html'>1st day in my life, i finally felt like a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons all the way till 1240, den solved a few computer problem [real minor ones], den do some mudane form making, submit notes for printing and end of story.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that&#39;s pretty much like a teacher except for the problem solving part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson wise... boring..&lt;br /&gt;the sec 1s are very manageable, and so are the sec 3s, except for 3E1.&lt;br /&gt;really a turn off when teaching them.&lt;br /&gt;show no interest, needless to say, respect.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, for those who aren&#39;t interested, pls leave or at the very least, keep quite. There&#39;s people in the class who wants to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Pls, unless ur more pro than me, u better shuddup man. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, they aren&#39;t anyhing to be stressed about, so I&#39;m chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe gonna go for a run. Haven done that properly for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Never had to really practice. Speed was alway part of me, but I want more.&lt;br /&gt;I want stamina, endurance, the ability to sprint for long distance.&lt;br /&gt;that power... I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to pick up guitar on my own.&lt;br /&gt;learning slowly.&lt;br /&gt;ok, not so slowly...&lt;br /&gt;kinda rushing to pick up at least a new song.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe can ask Amos for the chords. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pick up so i can play in worship, fellowship or any kind of ships.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna lose to some brats that i know of. Mhuahhaha.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1150958972597053043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1150958972597053043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1150958972597053043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1150958972597053043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-of-teacher.html' title='Life of a teacher'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-3537408566374391500</id><published>2008-07-07T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:33:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend that loved more than a brother and women</title><content type='html'>In 1 Samuel, the bible told and shown me how much Jonathan and David loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;The love of 2 righteous men, their love was pure and holy to each other.&lt;br /&gt;In the days of the past, whatever King commanded, it was absolute. Yet, Jonathan took the risk of seriously upsetting his father, Saul the king of Israel, and help David escaped.&lt;br /&gt;When they parted, I believed it was very painful. Surely, they must have longed to spend more time with each other, surely they must have hope that they will one day meet again.&lt;br /&gt;When Jonathan died, David mourned and sang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I grieve for you, Jonathan my brother; &lt;br /&gt;you were very dear to me. &lt;br /&gt;Your love for me was wonderful, &lt;br /&gt;more wonderful than that of women.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Samuel 1:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to speak of such love for you, my little brother?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able hear you call me brother ever again?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will. I hope we will have a chance to fellowship in the Lord again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you be able to read this and share the same thought as well.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving it to God our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord&#39;s Peace be with you who read this post.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/3537408566374391500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/3537408566374391500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3537408566374391500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3537408566374391500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/friend-that-loved-more-than-brother-and.html' title='Friend that loved more than a brother and women'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-3253231042870553678</id><published>2008-07-07T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:47:00.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrow came knocking on my door</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s youth day.&lt;br /&gt;school izzin open.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12pm. It&#39;s been long since the last time i did tat.&lt;br /&gt;many things on my mind. many things undone.&lt;br /&gt;did a bit of things here and a bit of things there.&lt;br /&gt;nothing was completed.&lt;br /&gt;need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;Need joy.&lt;br /&gt;want to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;but dunno where to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Got my PDL.&lt;br /&gt;Something is draining away my life.&lt;br /&gt;what is it?&lt;br /&gt;grief? sorrow? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;how do i leave it to God?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Going through shit?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i&#39;m going mad.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i am.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/3253231042870553678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/3253231042870553678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3253231042870553678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3253231042870553678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorrow-came-knocking-on-my-door.html' title='sorrow came knocking on my door'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1964153290932552414</id><published>2008-07-07T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:20:45.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Joy</title><content type='html'>Many a times i screw up God&#39;s wonderful work and His maverlous plan.&lt;br /&gt;Too many confusing thoughts and the devil and his demons are working hard, whispering doubts and lies into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;Need to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Need to love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your mind and all your strenght.&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;To love God before anybody.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1964153290932552414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1964153290932552414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1964153290932552414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1964153290932552414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-for-joy.html' title='Looking for Joy'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-1632371830914917407</id><published>2008-06-10T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:57:35.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more hugs, no more gd mornings, more gd nites.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you are so cold.&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Only mine to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i become too attached to you?&lt;br /&gt;Have i grown to dependent on your company?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i have, that&#39;s why  i&#39;m feeling like that.&lt;br /&gt;do you feel the same as i am?&lt;br /&gt;or do you have better things to do?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do, that&#39;s why you seem like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can i share my feelings with, only those who read my blog i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Who can i really confine and find comfort?&lt;br /&gt;In God I trust.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me,&quot; Billy, if u wan to embrace the one you love again, you need to let go your ties.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Follow me and you will find your loved ones again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord calls for me to abandon my life.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a painful decision and I do not know what will become of us.&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus has to come 1st in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has to take control.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/1632371830914917407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/1632371830914917407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1632371830914917407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/1632371830914917407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-hugs-no-more-gd-mornings-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-3776732574205162237</id><published>2008-06-08T07:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:52:10.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak from Camp</title><content type='html'>Came bak from camp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;din enjoy the camp.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, became the man behind the scene taking photos of others enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;came bak and wrote a letter of resignation to the officers.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I&#39;m leaving 51st.&lt;br /&gt;for a few months, for a few years or for good, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that all this is part of God&#39;s plan.&lt;br /&gt;It was part of God&#39;s plan that I torn apart my relationship with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart seems to strong a word, more like a suspension or stand still.&lt;br /&gt;Until we can stand together and be comfortable in each other&#39;s presence in whatever situation, can we really call each other brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I saw it coming, visually.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a joke for God, but it&#39;s not.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;Not for him, but for me.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, it has come clear to me that my spiritual gift might be premonition.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s painful. Very painful.&lt;br /&gt;as if my heart is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the hugs and gd nite.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &quot;Nite bro. *hug&quot;, &quot;take care&quot;, &quot;morning bro. *hug&quot; and &quot;*poke&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;one nite, and it hurts so much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is happening because I rely on you too much.&lt;br /&gt;~fin</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/3776732574205162237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/3776732574205162237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3776732574205162237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/3776732574205162237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/06/bak-from-camp.html' title='Bak from Camp'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104532443882225495.post-2565178726033984621</id><published>2008-06-04T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:27:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, gatherings, being emo</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s Qi sheng&#39;s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i&#39;ll call and sing him a birthday song. That&#39;s me, my way of giving a surprize to my beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been long since we last met. So long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to set up an alumni for the company, yet there seem to be little interest from the eX-boys.&lt;br /&gt;No &quot;Yay&quot;s, No &quot;Woo Hoo&quot;s..&lt;br /&gt;Just a cold &quot;anything&quot; kinda reply.&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad. Feeling kinda lonely. Having that lil moody moments as if the world has stop spinning and all things ard me has come to a stand still.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s tat kind of nostalgic feeling, where everything turns yellow like the late afternoon sun and your just tired and listless..&lt;br /&gt;Kinda enjoying this sad and moody moment as if I&#39;m the main character of a tragic love story.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;K, gotta cheer up. Else ChuanYi and Benedict will be worried.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Qisheng.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/feeds/2565178726033984621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2104532443882225495/2565178726033984621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/2565178726033984621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2104532443882225495/posts/default/2565178726033984621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingformytrueself.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthdays-gatherings-being-emo.html' title='Birthdays, gatherings, being emo'/><author><name>Uncle Scribbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00944881203834909405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkU_oZ9WsobcXVfcAUnbloc0daWDyyI66o9oSDnr2O2iCqqjcJieKUL-C9MtnyglI9kJIlsnsBUSP_fsDv_WJM68_k4iJEf3uP5UhG0xeGkH1uAGzt2tI7r0sdO6VHgk/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>