<?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: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-166317600609969613</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:46:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitstall</title><subtitle type='html'>My 3rd blog, i went from Xanga to Blogger.. the older one(fruitstall.blogspot.com) which password i forgot.. hence this one.. getting old i guess.. haha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3316973372406815966</id><published>2011-10-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:55:04.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story..</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved to find out about things. His curiosity was such, that in quest to learn more he did many things. Reading, Learning about music, computers, sports, studies, he did them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some he excelled in, some he did not, nonetheless, he tried his best in all that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as he was on his way home from school, he came upon a scene. He was at the bus stop when he saw an elderly couple crossing the road. The old couple held on to each other as they crossed the road. It was an interesting scene, something about it that made him wonder. An older student who sat next to him exclaimed: "Wow, at that age, they still cared so much about each other." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment, that the little boy though to himself. Caring for each other? Who loved more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he went home that day, he pondered and wondered, finally he concluded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is happier? To love, or to be loved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, the little boy kept that question at the bottom of his heart and went about doing his own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by swiftly. Days turned into weeks, weeks spun into months, months fly by into years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was older now, and for his first time, he met some friends. They spent alot of wonderful times together. Short, but sweet. He fell in love, and though things were not meant to be, he was in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as it begun, she put an abrupt stop to their friendship. She was of a different class it seemed, she was smarter and richer and sometimes, life just isn't fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt. And he thought to himself, does love hurt so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is happier? To love, or to be loved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came and quickly gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met another in the same school. She was younger by 2 years. They spent many a night on the phone, laughing and joking and having a great time. Friendship blossomed into love so he though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like all things that happens too quickly, she had to go.. you see, she was not from the same place as the boy. And as her departure date drew closer, he went into a frenzy, calling her, talking to her. And she in return, wrote a small dairy for him. Within she used her favorite stickers, his photos and many other objects which they will remember them by and kept it all inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memory of their past times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the day came.. and she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a awhile, the boy was once again heartbroken. Again his little heart was shattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made calls to her overseas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time and distance had a way of killing things.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while she maintained her feelings. He couldn't and wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he met her close friend, and fell for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were wonderful for a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, others came into the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she is not good for you, they said.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she will pull you away.. they said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he believed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left her, a broken girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than she ever know, he was himself shattered within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is happier? To love, or to be loved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, he will never find true love, he thought to himself. The path of true love never did run smooth. He thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. time will tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3316973372406815966?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3316973372406815966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3316973372406815966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3316973372406815966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3316973372406815966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/10/story.html' title='Story..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1227486571269694045</id><published>2011-04-22T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:03:57.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JyVTet2EULE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1227486571269694045?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1227486571269694045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1227486571269694045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1227486571269694045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1227486571269694045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JyVTet2EULE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-6441207711136989698</id><published>2011-04-22T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:03:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Its been 6 years since my grandpa has passed on. I remembered the things he used to do for me. Growing up, i guess i was really a spoilt brat. Nonetheless, grandpa loved me with everything that he knew how. Growing up, both my parents work. Hence i was always sent to my grandparents to be looked after during the day. Back in the 80s, schools were mostly single session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remembered that a typical day would involve me being brought to my grandparents home. Grandpa will bring me for a hearty breakfast. He will always order minced pork noodles for himself, as well as 2 half boiled eggs with toast and a cup of tea for me. After which grandpa will bring me to find grandma and we would go back home together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the little kid that i was back than, (think pri 1 or 2) I would pester my grandpa for those coin rides or toys. He would always give in to me. Thinking back, it must have meant alot to him, considering the fact that he was already retired and not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, he would always seat down on the bed with his chinese news papers or with a mirror and attempt to pluck his whiskers. It amused me no end as i always loved to mimic him much to his irritation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When annoyed, grandpa would scold me, once his back was turned, i would make fun of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa lived in a very different world from me. In his time, he saw the world war and the occupation of Singapore by the Japanese. He was originally from china, and he worked very hard to support his family. One of his brothers was even run over by a Japanese Tank while picking up scrapes of food for the household. His was a world of hard work, toil and sweat. He tried hard to fit into my life. A world whereby computers, tv and mass communication flourished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely hard for him, yet he did so, so as to identify with me. You see, grandpa was deaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, grandpa always wanted to live to a ripe old age of 100 yrs old. A task which he tried with all his might. He wanted to see his grand children get married. Sadly grandpa passed away at the age of 82 in Nov 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were the hardest for me to see him. To see a man reduced to skin and bones. His liver and kidneys had failed. As such, the toxicity in his blood had reached a all time high and was confusing him. On his death bed, we were unable to feed him water. To do so would prolong his suffering and cause him more pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to see the man who cared for me in such a manner. But Grandpa held on. He waited for all his children and grand children to gather by his side, but still, he would not go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when we are around, grandpa's heart beat and pulse would remain steady and constant. But when we are not there, his pulse would steady weaken. Perhaps it was his promise to us that he wanted to live to a hundred. Perhaps he just didn't want to live us behind just yet.. But we knew that he had to go. His time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we decided, my mum, being his closest and eldest daughter told him to leave. And as we exited his room silently. And when no one was watching, grandpa left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years has gone by. I had taught the pain would have lessen. As i type this now, my tears still come unbiddingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-6441207711136989698?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/6441207711136989698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=6441207711136989698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6441207711136989698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6441207711136989698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1076304267244709693</id><published>2011-04-09T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:49:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toughness, Courage and the greatness of a mother's Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RzwSNsYE8IM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1076304267244709693?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1076304267244709693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1076304267244709693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1076304267244709693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1076304267244709693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/04/toughness-courage-and-greatness-of.html' title='Toughness, Courage and the greatness of a mother&apos;s Love..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RzwSNsYE8IM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3389613220870859882</id><published>2011-04-07T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:53:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Treasure we never cherished..</title><content type='html'>We all have treasures in our lives. Some are tangible. Others not so. We all place on each of them a value. Some we may cherish more, others less. However, the value of the treasure is not based on how we value it. It is valuable because it is. Its value does not change regardless how we look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we tend to look at the outwards appearance of the treasure. Based on its other appearance, we give it a value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however despite saying its a foolish thing to do so, we all still do it. Its just human nature. But the wise look deeper within..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats this treasure I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're worth your everything. They gave you their all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we treat them as if they're invisible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we even know the extent of their love for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe watching the link will tell you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ybxNkpS5q-g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3389613220870859882?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3389613220870859882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3389613220870859882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3389613220870859882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3389613220870859882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/04/treasure-we-never-cherished.html' title='The Treasure we never cherished..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ybxNkpS5q-g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5613991563193794449</id><published>2011-04-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:21:19.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Shall I blog again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that there was a time when i would love to reflect and pen down my thoughts. But I'm much busier these days. Perhaps i will try to write down my thoughts again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2NA is really a wonderful class and i love them very much as my own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are children, sometimes they are naughty and they need to be disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end, they are still lovable. Everyone of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see everyone of you grow up to become great people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great person does not need to be rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not need to do great things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great person just need to do one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She need to love the people around them. (Not the BGR kind.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask, how to love? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a person in need, maybe need food, water.. some kind of help. What do you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do what you can to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you have $10, just give $1. You don't need to give all that you have. You simply give what you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if he/she never do homework? Do you let the person copy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can,.. BUT the better way will be to teach the person how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more time consuming, but looks on the positive side. You're revising your work even as you are helping him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, stay cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huat ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5613991563193794449?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5613991563193794449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5613991563193794449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5613991563193794449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5613991563193794449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3279690622908272000</id><published>2009-11-02T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:09:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so far..</title><content type='html'>Recently, i've been singing this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down at your feet oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Is the most high place.&lt;br /&gt;In your presence Lord, &lt;br /&gt;I seek your face, I seek your face...~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no higher calling, &lt;br /&gt;No greater honour, &lt;br /&gt;Than to bow and kneel before Your Throne..~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by Your Glory,&lt;br /&gt;Embraced by Your mercy, &lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I live to worship You..~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how it was like to just sit down before God and to worship and sing to him. I use to do that. In my uni hostel. I'll take put my guitar, sing, praise worship.. for hours on end. With no clear purpose in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to sing to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God brought back this memory to me, when i was at OPM last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said.. "Will you sing to me once again?.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this holidays I shall do my best to find time, and just to do this. Read my bible what so ever. It doesnt really need any purpose. Not to have divine revalations. Not to have peace of heart.. Not to have anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sing, worship and tell Him, how much I miss Him.. and love Him..&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter even if i don't have anything back in return. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of telling Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3279690622908272000?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3279690622908272000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3279690622908272000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3279690622908272000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3279690622908272000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-far.html' title='so far..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1676581889227294746</id><published>2009-10-26T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:13:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned..</title><content type='html'>I've learned that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are funny. While people might not love you, you can still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are not perfect. They say things they don't mean and mean things they don't say. Trust them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need time to learn. Give them space to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you can go through a tough time, your world need not collapse. There are people who will still need you to be strong for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone. Though you might feel that way, people around you will gather around you to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it takes two hands to clap and two people to walk together. It just take 1 person to simply walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility and commitment will come in when all else fail. It simply wont do just to cut everything away and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing free in this world. Someone always have to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you can love a person deeply, sometimes people don't feel the same way about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words matter alot. The things you say and put across, or even post up in facebook will be looked upon and scrutinized. Wisdom is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a person is not determined by the amount of weights that he can carry, but the intensity of the fire he can go through and the weight of the burden upon his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capacity of a man is not determined by the amount of money he can earn, or the number of things he can do, but the depth of suffering he is capable of going through and yet come out victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your word might be your bond, sometimes, the other party may not really have the same belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the only absolute in life. Nothing else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't often appreciate what they have, until they have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whatever that happens. Keep on loving. Because Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love till the end. Else it isn't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huat ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1676581889227294746?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1676581889227294746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1676581889227294746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1676581889227294746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1676581889227294746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3357958900477236308</id><published>2009-10-17T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:10:10.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我等到花儿也谢了</title><content type='html'>每个人都在问我到底还在等什么    Everyone asks me what I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;等到春夏秋冬都过了难道还不够    Is waiting for countless four seasons not enough ?&lt;br /&gt;其实是因为我的心有一个缺口      Actually it's because my heart has an emptiness within&lt;br /&gt;等待拿走的人把它还给我         Waiting for the person who took it away to give it &lt;br /&gt;                           back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都在说这种爱情没有结果    Everyone says this kind of love leads to no future&lt;br /&gt;我也知道你永远都不能够爱我     In truth, I also know you will never be able to love me&lt;br /&gt;其实我只是希望你有时想一想我   Actually I only wish that you can think about me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;你却已经渐渐渐渐什么都不再说   Yet you silence is the only answer that you return to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我睡不着的时候 ,    When I am unable to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;会不会有人陪着我    is there anyone to accompany me&lt;br /&gt;我难过的时候 ,      When I am feeling sad and down,&lt;br /&gt;会不会有人安慰我    is there anyone to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;我想说话的时候 ,    When I am in need to talk, &lt;br /&gt;会不会有人了解我    is there anyone who understands me&lt;br /&gt;我忘不了你的时候,   When I can't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;你会不会来疼我       will you come and dote on me and love me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知不知道 , 你知不知道   Do you know, don't you know...&lt;br /&gt;我等到花儿也谢了         I've waited till the flowers have withered away..&lt;br /&gt;你知不知道 , 你知不知道   Do you know, don't you know...&lt;br /&gt;我等到花儿也谢了         I've waited till the have flowers have faded away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3357958900477236308?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3357958900477236308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3357958900477236308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3357958900477236308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3357958900477236308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='我等到花儿也谢了'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1098490218420445511</id><published>2009-07-05T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:13:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>A very good clip, in the world where we live in today, though sometimes, we're surrounded by people all the time, sometimes we may feel all alone. Or are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1098490218420445511?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1098490218420445511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1098490218420445511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1098490218420445511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1098490218420445511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/07/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5263308016076375247</id><published>2009-07-03T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:00:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update again!!</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be able to seat here and blog to my heart's content again. Its been a tough week. I've had this serious fever that nearly took me home. haha, no joke. i've visited the doctor 3 times. within the span of 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What happened was that i developed a slight cough on monday night. Following the advice of my P, i decided to pay the doc a visit on tues and no turn up in school. towards tues evening, i started to develop a fever and started to have a real bad headache as well. by Wed morning, the fever reached a high of 38.1 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would only continue to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the doctor again, who told me to take panadols and gave me 2 more days of MC. I reached home, by than my fever had hit 38.6. When my mum came home, she decided to drag me to TTSH for a swab test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However due to the recent MOH policies, they didnt give me one, as they would only give swap tests to those who have had close contacts with actual H1N1 patients. That being so, to be on the safe side, they gave me 6 days MC and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible. Through it all, I had diarreaoh, vomitting, and my fever peaked at 38.9, there was a period of time which i suddenly felt like vomitting, but could, and i started to break out in cold sweat. I really sweated, alot, it was as if I had run finish a marathon, only thing is that i was extremely cold, and ill at the period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  aside, I've been trying to find out as much as i can about songs of all genere. I realised that I do not like just any kinds of music. But once I like the melody or tune, i would do my best to find and dig it out. Classical, Rock, as long as it is nice. haha Guess it suits the none-conformist me huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonflower, its a nice tune. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5263308016076375247?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5263308016076375247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5263308016076375247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5263308016076375247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5263308016076375247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-again.html' title='Update again!!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5104994248369321774</id><published>2009-06-15T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:26:37.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change?</title><content type='html'>Have I really changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that to myself many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back a few years ago. i feel that i'm very much still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps perspective wise, i look at certain things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm more sensitive to the needs of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps due to certain knowledge and experiences i've gone through, I react to situations differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for the change. (thats what people tell me anyway.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? i still think I'm very much me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish at times, Self-centered, haughty, proud.. and the list goes on.. I really feel that its the grace of God that saw me through so far. So much more to change, but i need to. Someday I want to be a blessing to my family. Whoever that is, whenever that is, Just like abraham, i want to be a blessing to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change.. so much more to discipline myself. Father, give me your grace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5104994248369321774?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5104994248369321774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5104994248369321774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5104994248369321774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5104994248369321774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='Change?'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3180543791524528522</id><published>2009-06-08T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:34:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update updates!</title><content type='html'>hello peeps, been sometime since i've updated the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 1 week after i bought the car, i got into an accident. It's a long story, anyway, i was in the wrong, and well, i paid for the person's repair and cab fare. It set me back  $450. -_-" OUCH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than just when i've settled that case, some one drove past me and hit my mirror. Worst of all, he claims its my fault!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, in both instances, my car was not damaged in any way. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holidays have also finally arrived! (Time for some R&amp;amp;R) I hope.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3180543791524528522?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3180543791524528522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3180543791524528522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3180543791524528522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3180543791524528522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-updates.html' title='Update updates!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5383887386869994238</id><published>2009-04-30T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:57:32.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfjUegE8i2I/AAAAAAAAADY/PMr2KuBz8fU/s1600-h/n520018298_1638920_493970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfjUegE8i2I/AAAAAAAAADY/PMr2KuBz8fU/s400/n520018298_1638920_493970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330243779464825698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted this in my FB too. =) Sure feels good being able to get my own car. Thank God for His Grace and providence.  Without You, where would I be today? Truely oh God, your blessings add no sorrows with it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5383887386869994238?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5383887386869994238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5383887386869994238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5383887386869994238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5383887386869994238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfjUegE8i2I/AAAAAAAAADY/PMr2KuBz8fU/s72-c/n520018298_1638920_493970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8375859985238356094</id><published>2009-04-26T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:34:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abit more photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM7L-KCeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wrmBrsOBFoM/s1600-h/3136_88455048816_528173816_1580549_8101089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM7L-KCeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wrmBrsOBFoM/s400/3136_88455048816_528173816_1580549_8101089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667860959131954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues, me, agnesm jared and poh lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM7IruwE2I/AAAAAAAAADI/vnPhY9XwfkY/s1600-h/2846_73425372922_714412922_1783427_4183227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM7IruwE2I/AAAAAAAAADI/vnPhY9XwfkY/s400/2846_73425372922_714412922_1783427_4183227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667804473234274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my CCA cadets.. not all of them, but well, at least some of them. Can you spot me? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM6-x8VetI/AAAAAAAAADA/j-BIE2aRbgc/s1600-h/2846_73416507922_714412922_1783212_3260290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM6-x8VetI/AAAAAAAAADA/j-BIE2aRbgc/s400/2846_73416507922_714412922_1783212_3260290_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667634342132434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and 2 of my Cadet Inspectors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8375859985238356094?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8375859985238356094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8375859985238356094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8375859985238356094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8375859985238356094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/abit-more-photos.html' title='Abit more photos.'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfM7L-KCeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wrmBrsOBFoM/s72-c/3136_88455048816_528173816_1580549_8101089_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-6679829960827660519</id><published>2009-04-24T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:46:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAM WHORE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHecMxUhoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5R3iQv1jokc/s1600-h/IMG00183-20090424-1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHecMxUhoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5R3iQv1jokc/s400/IMG00183-20090424-1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328284410201802370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this in the toilet, its the only place where there is a mirror. Haha, i decided to take some photos because. 1) I'm in uniform!! 2) Bored. 3) I've never cam whored myself before. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHeMZnVToI/AAAAAAAAACw/pMHDnh9LzzE/s1600-h/IMG00186-20090424-1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHeMZnVToI/AAAAAAAAACw/pMHDnh9LzzE/s400/IMG00186-20090424-1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328284138771664514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried it from another angle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHeDDasIBI/AAAAAAAAACo/fQLOwQhjyDs/s1600-h/IMG00194-20090424-1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHeDDasIBI/AAAAAAAAACo/fQLOwQhjyDs/s400/IMG00194-20090424-1702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328283978194231314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without any smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHdz83XDeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rth1kQvHv0o/s1600-h/IMG00191-20090424-1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHdz83XDeI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rth1kQvHv0o/s400/IMG00191-20090424-1701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328283718737399266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with some smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHdbEIM9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/owBdUKwLU30/s1600-h/IMG00181-20090424-1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHdbEIM9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/owBdUKwLU30/s400/IMG00181-20090424-1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328283291190359730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm, i took more, but with my cadets.. and they're in their cameras! Got to wait till i have them before uploading them here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day,.. tiring day, but well.. it's sure fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-6679829960827660519?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/6679829960827660519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=6679829960827660519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6679829960827660519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6679829960827660519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/cam-whore.html' title='CAM WHORE!!!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SfHecMxUhoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5R3iQv1jokc/s72-c/IMG00183-20090424-1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8505668446020850743</id><published>2009-04-23T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:05:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day before speech day~</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's speech day in school. So today i shall try to go back earlier, after all, there's a combined CGM tonight at RW. Excited about what Pst's going to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collegue remarked that i'm addicted to my blackberry and that i need to be delivered from it. I'm like.. "har"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously I think its funny, haha, but i guess if she knows why i use the black berry so often, it will be much better, which is what i did. (My blackberry contains alot of e-books, and i use it often to sms, msn, email, read the bible on it, read my wuxia stories on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, looking forward to tomorrow, hope i can take plenty of nice pictures, after which i shall attempt to upload it all here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attempt to cam whore the other time failed. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8505668446020850743?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8505668446020850743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8505668446020850743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8505668446020850743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8505668446020850743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-before-speech-day.html' title='Last day before speech day~'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3708846849275836194</id><published>2009-04-21T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:35:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our God</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbrL64Ujb1c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbrL64Ujb1c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song over the weekend, not the first time though. Solid Song, I'm practicing it on the guitar the whole day (as in the free time) too. Just playing the intro alone caused  heaven to be opened up in my room. Presence of God just came flooding in. Such an anointed song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i play and sing, I'm reminded of His goodness, of what He have done for my life this past 20 over years of my walk with Him. God is good, his blessings add no sorrows with it. Longing so much to be more like Him everyday. I can't help but cry everytime the song is sung. (not emo lar.. you will know when you're with me and when you sing it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead to a fantastic 2009! Thank you lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3708846849275836194?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3708846849275836194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3708846849275836194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3708846849275836194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3708846849275836194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-our-god.html' title='This is our God'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-267500967649251596</id><published>2009-04-21T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:48:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days of MC</title><content type='html'>Here i am blogging again, really thankful for the 2 days of MC, really made a difference to me, was able to finish my work and have a good rest (sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what did i manage to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finished my maths paper and answer sheet.&lt;br /&gt;2) Checked through my D&amp;amp;T papers, got a few more mistakes here and there, well, that i guess i will settle it in a moments time.&lt;br /&gt;3) saw a doc yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;4) had dinner with a few friends. (good and bad, good because i enjoyed the time with them, bad because i'm like groggy because of the medicine and spinning head. At least i manage to get them all home and myself home in 1 piece.)&lt;br /&gt;5)Checked with the sales assistant and confirmed that my car will come next week only. =(&lt;br /&gt;6) bought a mouse for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;7) slept and slept alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, God is great! Did so many things. Looking forward to the exam period, cause after that will be a break for me.. well sort of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation of the day, hmm that i will share in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-267500967649251596?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/267500967649251596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=267500967649251596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/267500967649251596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/267500967649251596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-days-of-mc.html' title='2 Days of MC'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3613828692558013725</id><published>2009-04-20T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:06:27.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built To Last</title><content type='html'>Love this song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvPE60mMYF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvPE60mMYF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="firstcol"&gt; &lt;table style="width: 276px; height: 22px;" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;but never &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;found someone like &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;you&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;      &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;someone whose smile&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;makes me feel I've been hol&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ding &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;back&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;and now there's &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;nothing I can &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;cause this is &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;real, and this is &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;good&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;it warms the &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;inside just like it &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;should&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;but most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all, it's built to &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;last&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;it's built to &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;last&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;VERSE:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;all of our friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;saw from the start&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;so why didn't we believe it too?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;now look, where we are&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;you're in my heart now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;and there's no escaping it for you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;but most of all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="secondcol"&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;walking on the hills at night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;with those fireworks and candlelight &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;you and i were &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;made to get love &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;righ&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;t     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;but most of all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;cause you are the &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;sun in my uni&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;verse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;consider the &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;best when we felt the &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;worst&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;and most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all, most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="width: 164px; height: 22px;" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all, most of &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;all,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;most of a&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ll, most of a&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr class="tl"&gt; &lt;td&gt;it's built to &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;last&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3613828692558013725?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3613828692558013725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3613828692558013725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3613828692558013725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3613828692558013725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/built-to-last.html' title='Built To Last'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8262947757119600524</id><published>2009-04-20T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:46:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day...</title><content type='html'>Me: "Mum, I'm on 2 days MC, Doc says to get some rest. I'll need to go back school later though to   take my laptop and finish up some work. I can drop by AMK hub to buy for mouse before going to meet steven, he says to meet him. Oh and Its a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Ok, would you want dinner? So Steven is a match maker now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm talking about his baby mum, what are you thinking???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8262947757119600524?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8262947757119600524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8262947757119600524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8262947757119600524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8262947757119600524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day...'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-7995373022206269846</id><published>2009-04-18T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:43:30.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LONG bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Senjcpp42lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m4FUL2diDFE/s1600-h/IMG00159-20090417-1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Senjcpp42lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m4FUL2diDFE/s400/IMG00159-20090417-1450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326038115699710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the bridge linking to the two towers! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-7995373022206269846?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/7995373022206269846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=7995373022206269846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7995373022206269846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7995373022206269846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-bridge.html' title='The LONG bridge'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Senjcpp42lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m4FUL2diDFE/s72-c/IMG00159-20090417-1450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5231918775037226920</id><published>2009-04-18T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:27:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenjGwl4aNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ezp2P5xAt58/s1600-h/IMG00158-20090417-1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenjGwl4aNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ezp2P5xAt58/s400/IMG00158-20090417-1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326037739604830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the way there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5231918775037226920?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5231918775037226920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5231918775037226920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5231918775037226920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5231918775037226920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/hidden-entrance.html' title='Hidden Entrance'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenjGwl4aNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ezp2P5xAt58/s72-c/IMG00158-20090417-1449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5094205408527035917</id><published>2009-04-18T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:24:26.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern most TIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenikkFO6DI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFBo4yLeQ8A/s1600-h/IMG00157-20090417-1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenikkFO6DI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFBo4yLeQ8A/s400/IMG00157-20090417-1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326037152131115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signboard says it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5094205408527035917?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5094205408527035917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5094205408527035917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5094205408527035917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5094205408527035917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/southern-most-tip.html' title='Southern most TIP'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenikkFO6DI/AAAAAAAAACA/CFBo4yLeQ8A/s72-c/IMG00157-20090417-1449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-4202326609662698326</id><published>2009-04-18T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:23:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>William!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeniTvXvm4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWA-yIBuo_o/s1600-h/IMG00156-20090417-1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeniTvXvm4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWA-yIBuo_o/s400/IMG00156-20090417-1448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326036863103769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my colleague spotted me. He really went around with all of them, great guy, great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-4202326609662698326?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/4202326609662698326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=4202326609662698326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4202326609662698326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4202326609662698326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/william.html' title='William!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeniTvXvm4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FWA-yIBuo_o/s72-c/IMG00156-20090417-1448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-4113710873091330185</id><published>2009-04-18T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:21:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some unaware students..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenhL2KmR1I/AAAAAAAAABw/v9GDhvDgTq4/s1600-h/IMG00155-20090417-1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenhL2KmR1I/AAAAAAAAABw/v9GDhvDgTq4/s400/IMG00155-20090417-1448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326035627977099090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naa, actually was walking around to ensure that everything was ok, happened to chance upon them while walking to another check point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-4113710873091330185?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/4113710873091330185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=4113710873091330185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4113710873091330185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4113710873091330185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-unaware-students.html' title='Some unaware students..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SenhL2KmR1I/AAAAAAAAABw/v9GDhvDgTq4/s72-c/IMG00155-20090417-1448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3559902459127638191</id><published>2009-04-18T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:44:47.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrid Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel20gT3lkI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-Nx5R6lTAo/s1600-h/IMG00154-20090417-1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel20gT3lkI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-Nx5R6lTAo/s400/IMG00154-20090417-1447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325918678740866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small garden where they were keeping some desert plants.. interesting, but very very HOT HOT HOT.. really, its like a desert! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3559902459127638191?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3559902459127638191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3559902459127638191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3559902459127638191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3559902459127638191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/acrid-garden.html' title='Acrid Garden'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel20gT3lkI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-Nx5R6lTAo/s72-c/IMG00154-20090417-1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-4311400547937578410</id><published>2009-04-18T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:43:04.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airconditioned Heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2cnNbszI/AAAAAAAAABg/53E0DLpE__I/s1600-h/IMG00153-20090417-1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2cnNbszI/AAAAAAAAABg/53E0DLpE__I/s400/IMG00153-20090417-1447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325918268276060978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more over all view..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-4311400547937578410?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/4311400547937578410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=4311400547937578410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4311400547937578410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4311400547937578410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/airconditioned-heaven.html' title='Airconditioned Heaven!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2cnNbszI/AAAAAAAAABg/53E0DLpE__I/s72-c/IMG00153-20090417-1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-6492758026703541047</id><published>2009-04-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:42:11.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koufu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2OvNckvI/AAAAAAAAABY/7OKtRWXRoUw/s1600-h/IMG00152-20090417-1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2OvNckvI/AAAAAAAAABY/7OKtRWXRoUw/s400/IMG00152-20090417-1447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325918029905433330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our makan venue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-6492758026703541047?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/6492758026703541047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=6492758026703541047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6492758026703541047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6492758026703541047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/koufu.html' title='Koufu'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2OvNckvI/AAAAAAAAABY/7OKtRWXRoUw/s72-c/IMG00152-20090417-1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-2385843360818460095</id><published>2009-04-18T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:41:29.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Towers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2Evfq5oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SCpVyH5rE7M/s1600-h/IMG00151-20090417-1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2Evfq5oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SCpVyH5rE7M/s400/IMG00151-20090417-1446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325917858183177858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the rings?? not quite.. the 2 Towers are the final location of the amazing race. Really a beautiful and serene place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-2385843360818460095?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/2385843360818460095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=2385843360818460095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/2385843360818460095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/2385843360818460095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-towers.html' title='The Two Towers!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel2Evfq5oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SCpVyH5rE7M/s72-c/IMG00151-20090417-1446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1599777254006827748</id><published>2009-04-18T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:39:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel1Y6aeIRI/AAAAAAAAABI/iizsUueRC5Q/s1600-h/IMG00150-20090417-1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel1Y6aeIRI/AAAAAAAAABI/iizsUueRC5Q/s400/IMG00150-20090417-1446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325917105199915282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa really changed alot, saw a mini "pool" near kou fu where we ate our breakfast.. kids can play there.. it obviously wasn't here long long time ago when i came here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1599777254006827748?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1599777254006827748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1599777254006827748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1599777254006827748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1599777254006827748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/paradise.html' title='Paradise?'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel1Y6aeIRI/AAAAAAAAABI/iizsUueRC5Q/s72-c/IMG00150-20090417-1446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3599150003388092032</id><published>2009-04-18T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:37:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel07nZGCtI/AAAAAAAAABA/yqWN5GJ36Kw/s1600-h/IMG00149-20090417-1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel07nZGCtI/AAAAAAAAABA/yqWN5GJ36Kw/s400/IMG00149-20090417-1445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325916601877662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the walkway to "koufu" where a few of my colleagues and me went to "skive" haha, actually, we didn't have our breakfast in school due to a lack of time, hence we went here to eat before checking up on the students...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3599150003388092032?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3599150003388092032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3599150003388092032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3599150003388092032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3599150003388092032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/walkway.html' title='Walkway'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel07nZGCtI/AAAAAAAAABA/yqWN5GJ36Kw/s72-c/IMG00149-20090417-1445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-4676370572706847418</id><published>2009-04-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:36:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats that??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0qx451kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MIt-1dAuQ8w/s1600-h/IMG00148-20090417-1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0qx451kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MIt-1dAuQ8w/s400/IMG00148-20090417-1445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325916312637658690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many checkpoints i found the students fussing over.. haha,.. it was really really a very hot day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-4676370572706847418?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/4676370572706847418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=4676370572706847418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4676370572706847418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4676370572706847418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-that.html' title='Whats that??'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0qx451kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MIt-1dAuQ8w/s72-c/IMG00148-20090417-1445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-4860726581063959532</id><published>2009-04-18T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:34:44.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpark Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0R3Zv2GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nx9F2DROj5U/s1600-h/IMG00147-20090417-1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0R3Zv2GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nx9F2DROj5U/s400/IMG00147-20090417-1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325915884620863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa's an interesting place.. never knew peacocks will attack cars.. so dangerous.. and WORSE.. cannot claim insurance.. me no like hole-ly cars.. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-4860726581063959532?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/4860726581063959532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=4860726581063959532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4860726581063959532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/4860726581063959532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/carpark-warning.html' title='Carpark Warning'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/Sel0R3Zv2GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nx9F2DROj5U/s72-c/IMG00147-20090417-1010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5496509391666083765</id><published>2009-04-18T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:33:12.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!!</title><content type='html'>Phew!! Camp's over, really enjoyed myself putting it all together and making it happen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics, will get more and upload here. I think i will try to get montage and put it here too! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5496509391666083765?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5496509391666083765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5496509391666083765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5496509391666083765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5496509391666083765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos.html' title='Photos!!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1601911041977728759</id><published>2009-04-17T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:02:06.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>Wow, day isn't over yet, tired but fun.. A picture speak a thousand words, &lt;br /&gt;So I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1601911041977728759?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1601911041977728759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1601911041977728759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1601911041977728759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1601911041977728759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-933624410924570935</id><published>2009-04-16T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:07:18.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Didn't sleep whole of last night. The camp is off to a great start! Think that the teachers and trainers have really placed in alot of effort and energy to make this whole camp work!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the rest of the programs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,.. i need a shower.. hmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-933624410924570935?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/933624410924570935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=933624410924570935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/933624410924570935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/933624410924570935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-1935689763127982741</id><published>2009-04-14T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:18:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream a Dream..</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Song,.. thats the reason why musicals are the stuff of Magic!! Susan Boyle, you RocK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when men were kind&lt;br /&gt;When their voices were soft&lt;br /&gt;And their words inviting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when love was blind&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a song&lt;br /&gt;And the song was exciting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;Then it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high&lt;br /&gt;And life worth living&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung, no wine untasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart&lt;br /&gt;And they turn your dream to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept a summer by my side&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder&lt;br /&gt;He took my childhood in his stride&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone when autumn came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together&lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;And there are storms we cannot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-1935689763127982741?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/1935689763127982741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=1935689763127982741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1935689763127982741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/1935689763127982741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dream-dream.html' title='I Dream a Dream..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-6711884267694029136</id><published>2009-04-14T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:30:36.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>Just got a call from the sales.. told me to prepare to wait till 30th Apr 09. WHY WHY WHY??? Got to wait so long. Maybe the colour thing is right.. sigh.. got to press on. Gal 6:9 says "So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time. " (NLT) Wonder when is that time.. BUT, just got to keep on keeping on lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to read the bible more too recently. Got to get back into shape once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-6711884267694029136?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/6711884267694029136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=6711884267694029136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6711884267694029136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/6711884267694029136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-7191164927817487569</id><published>2009-04-13T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:57:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week???</title><content type='html'>why such a title you must be wondering.. cause.. anytime now.. IT is coming!! haha!! IT is supposed to be here this Wednesday.  Hope after registration and all, I can get it earlier.. So assuming that IT comes on Wednesday, then they CHNG it for me.. HOPE i can get it maybe friday? Latest Sat?? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering what is IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeNg5uPK2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCci9ft3zeg/s1600-h/new-2009-chevrolet-aveo-lt-7336-3591889-1-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeNg5uPK2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCci9ft3zeg/s400/new-2009-chevrolet-aveo-lt-7336-3591889-1-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324205729262524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-7191164927817487569?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/7191164927817487569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=7191164927817487569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7191164927817487569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7191164927817487569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/week.html' title='The Week???'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeNg5uPK2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCci9ft3zeg/s72-c/new-2009-chevrolet-aveo-lt-7336-3591889-1-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8555643075589154223</id><published>2009-04-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:35:36.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour thingy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did a personality test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you guys can try it too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.goldinuniverse.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Eugene&lt;br /&gt;  Date: 4/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Colorgenics Number: 51432670&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are longing for some love and affection at this time - not that you have been deprived of tender loving care - but there are times when everyone needs to try something new or to go 'somewhere' else to perhaps experience that little extra 'understanding'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of late, everything seems to be going so slowly - far slower than you anticipated - and this is causing you much anxiety and frustration. It would appear that there is little you can do about the series of events that now seem to be taking place. In spite of the fact that you feel like 'giving up' - don't. Take a deep breath and start over again and you will find that eventually the expression 'All's well that ends well' will have an extra special meaning for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the problems that you have been experiencing of late seem to have become a part of your life and there is little that can be done to change the situation. Your emotions run high - but even though you feel as if at times you are about to burst this situation will pass. Try to release your pent-up emotions by participating in some extra physical activities like running, swimming, whatever. There must be some favourite pastime, not necessarily strenuous, that can help you to relax.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realise that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are putting on a show - a facade. You are a master of demonstrating considerable charm in the hope that this can or will lead to better things. Deep down you are fearful that this may not work and that you may have to employ other strategies in order to realise all your ambitions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8555643075589154223?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8555643075589154223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8555643075589154223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8555643075589154223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8555643075589154223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/colour-thingy.html' title='Colour thingy..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-295306153072963681</id><published>2009-04-12T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:36:06.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeFSvSk8_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_48orxfTUYA/s1600-h/IMfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 889px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeFSvSk8_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_48orxfTUYA/s400/IMfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323627206922796962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something funny i found on the net.. haha.. so true right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-295306153072963681?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/295306153072963681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=295306153072963681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/295306153072963681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/295306153072963681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-funny-i-found-on-net.html' title=''/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RFmCVFlPuZw/SeFSvSk8_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_48orxfTUYA/s72-c/IMfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-5467338647911807891</id><published>2009-04-12T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:35:20.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Today is Easter Sunday! Aside from all the rabbits and eggs,.. which i feel have totally no relation as to how Jesus came to die for us, I would think that it is a day to be thankful to God. For the things He has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the drama a few times. Cried as many times as I've watched the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a sissy here ya? (neither am I being a SNAG) But I would think that who am I, that He would come and die for me? I had nothing, the one who is to be blamed. Yet He took it all upon Himself, and took my place upon the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be another busy day for me, I need to finish my papers. And its gonna be a real hectic week. There's a school camp on in school. Guess I'm probably going to burn Wednesday, till Saturday camping in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week isn't much better. With Speech Day on a Friday the 24th Apr, i guess that week's pretty much shot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a life. (At least at this point of time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess teaching isn't all about magic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-5467338647911807891?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/5467338647911807891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=5467338647911807891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5467338647911807891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/5467338647911807891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-sunday.html' title='Resurrection Sunday!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8031245609800247486</id><published>2008-09-09T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:23:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He..</title><content type='html'>The Hammer rose and fell swiftly, the point of impact upon the nail, driving its full 3 inches through the wrist of his hand, piecing it, through tendon and sinew. It tore through veins, shattered wood and went into the rough wooden beam. Blood flowed freely. The Man, in agony, willed himself to endure the pain that coursed through His body. As the hammer again rose and fell again and again. The Man could feel the heartbeat of that soldier. Looking at the soldier who brutally carried on his blood work, he knew that the soldier was wonderfully made, a perfect creation of His. He breathed, in ragged breaths as the soldier went over His other side to resume his work. He saw through His bruised eye, the only one not closed, because of the swelling upon His face, the multitudes laughing, jeering, snearing at Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts ran rampent. Is He to die for them? And He felt within Him, the Love that He bore towards them. And His thoughts focused upon the only one that mattered. As he forced Himself up to breath, His back rasped against the rough wooden beam, His back covered with the hundreds of open wounds rubbed against the thousands of splinters forcing many of them into His flesh. Raggedly the Man cried out "Forgive them Father, for They Do not know what they do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Heavens above, He saw that bloody, bruised mess of flesh. He tensed as He saw that His Beloved Son was being treated like so. A Million memories of Him ran through His mind, of them one stood promient. "I'm willing to go Father. Send me to them.." His Emotions ran within His Great being. Stregthening His Resolve, He allowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sins of the world, past, present and future gathered around this tiny mountain. As it came together, the darkness, the stench of evil permeated the atmosphere. And It came upon the figure upon the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father, unable to see the sight of His only child, was forced to turn away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once, the Son, felt the eyes of His Father, turning away. Leaving Him alone. Facing It alone. For once, saddness coursed through Him as He cried out ""Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God, My God, WHY HAVE Thou FORSAKEN ME??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seconds ticked by, He felt the darkness, the sickness, the evils of a thousand generation permeating Him. And He knew that soon it would be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, Seconds turned to minutes, Minutes into hours. As a drizzle began, He knew that It is finished. Turning His eyes towards Him, He cried out with the last of His strength. "IT IS FINISHED!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that cry, the Earth Shattered, buildings crumbled and the Veil, that Seperated He and US was torn asunder. With the death of the saviour. Salvation is now, completed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8031245609800247486?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8031245609800247486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8031245609800247486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8031245609800247486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8031245609800247486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2008/09/he.html' title='He..'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-8559572776220861511</id><published>2008-09-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:30:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><content type='html'>Man, a year has come and by. A part  of me missed blogging very much. It has always been a time when i can seat and think and resort out the things in my life. Still, i don't have much time to blog. haha. But i promise to come and update as much as i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after moving my computer to the hall. I do get more time in communicating with my parents. Moving the com out is a great idea. (though i think the plan worked too well,.. now i cannot blog with out being interrupted afew times.) Haiz, I think my parents missed me too much. Hahaha But, I think things will smoothen out over time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-8559572776220861511?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/8559572776220861511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=8559572776220861511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8559572776220861511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/8559572776220861511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-3665556651487576708</id><published>2007-08-26T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:42:59.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MapleStory.</title><content type='html'>Yay!! fun fun game.. gets boring at times though.. my whole CG is playing it at the moment. =) including me and summer. haha, getting more and more people involved in it too! Currently in the midst of getting my class involved in joining me in the guild which I'm going to create. Den its going to be up to my cgm to reachout to them. Mua hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Life is fun,.. there's always up and downs of course, still God always wants us to be happy. Be it serving Him or working. Of course there are alway times whereby we've got to do a little sacrificing and all. But hey, why keep the glum face all the time? God doesn't expect us to be Holy and Miserable. He came to set us Free! not to add more burdens. Hence, be a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-3665556651487576708?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/3665556651487576708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=3665556651487576708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3665556651487576708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/3665556651487576708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2007/08/maplestory.html' title='MapleStory.'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-2325318888013062971</id><published>2007-04-28T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:27:16.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Pound Beauty</title><content type='html'>Just watched finished the movie today. It was a great show. Something that has not touched my heart since.. my sassy girl and sex is zero. Think Korean Movies have a knack of touching a chord within our very being. Movies often strikes at something that is happening in our society of today.. yet, so very often it is being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often said that, beauty is only skin deep. Yet, how true would you go in acknowledging someone who is kind hearted but ugly? Very often we would be full of praise for such a person. Yet society is realistic and harsh.  Just because you are not good looking enough, you often will not be able to get to a place where the more aesthetically good looking ones will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we all have a soul. Within us, there is a desire to want to be accepted. Is it the person's fault to want to look this way? Is it even a choice? Can someone be blamed? never... how bout God? no.. God never intended for us to look  ugly. I believe that the fall of man is partly the reason as to why ugliness exist today. Still, if there is one thing i've learnt from the movie is this,.. they are people. They are still people. and people, no matter what, deserved to be loved, cherished and accepted to the very individual being that they are. We all are unique and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few lines that really cut deep into the heart of my being. One of which is this.. "You broke my heart, tissues won't fix it anymore." The simplicity yet profoundness of that single line. How often have we been guilty of doing just that? not accepting of others just because they do not match up to our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that I've learnt, that is really to love and to accept others.. more than ever now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other line is this "Only God can change you, you cannot do a single thing. Are you God?" How true! We try and we try so hard sometimes, just to be loved, just to be accepted.. Still only God understands. Only God really accepts without condition.. Thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept someone who is ugly but beautiful on the inside? Or someone who is pretty but is ugly on the inside? Or maybe someone who is fake on the outside but beautiful on the inside? Watch 200 Pound beauty, perhaps it may give you a great revelation as to what you might choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I disagree with what the doctor said. To Move forward, you MUST not Forget you past. No, instead, you must embrace and accept your past. Else your past may jolly well catch up on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-2325318888013062971?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/2325318888013062971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=2325318888013062971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/2325318888013062971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/2325318888013062971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2007/04/200-pound-beauty.html' title='200 Pound Beauty'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-7043541873983870712</id><published>2007-03-31T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:59:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat is service day!</title><content type='html'>It's another great day! Just did a small movie clip with regards to floods. Spent a cool 3 hours on it. Man,.. NIE is fun, but busy!! haha.. I wish i have 48 hours a day.. more than that.. I would wish i can sleep only 1 min and be recharged for the whole day. Unfortunately, I'm one of those who need a minimum 7 hr 30 min recharge time. Yay..sleep sleep sleep.. sleep my life away. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,.. got to go.. be back to update more crap and great insights to My GREAT TEACHING LIFE! Hooray!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-7043541873983870712?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/7043541873983870712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=7043541873983870712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7043541873983870712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7043541873983870712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2007/03/sat-is-service-day.html' title='Sat is service day!'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166317600609969613.post-7917191137723120652</id><published>2007-03-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:51:42.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back??</title><content type='html'>Or am I? Haha, I am busy. Its amazing how am I able to find the time to blog again. Well.. perhaps I shall comment again later. Somehow, I've lost my old password to my old blog,.. therefore this new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its fitting, as the end of my past blog signifies an end of a chapter in my life. This recreation of a new blog, is then a start of something new. I hope to post more stuff soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166317600609969613-7917191137723120652?l=fruitstall2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/feeds/7917191137723120652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166317600609969613&amp;postID=7917191137723120652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7917191137723120652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166317600609969613/posts/default/7917191137723120652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitstall2.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back??'/><author><name>uygene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734572508129305862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
