<?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-6756170</id><updated>2012-03-12T09:48:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lamer's tale..</title><subtitle type='html'>Wat do you know? Another life saving blog on the net... Need help? Tune in to this blog or simply see it for ur own enjoyment...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4358164518362566205</id><published>2012-03-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T09:48:11.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Lamer and the Eternal Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the love. The constant love and attention showered on me. I really appreciate it. Every bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the care and concern. The urgency in your voice when you found out that i am not feeling well. The urgency in your actions to buy for me medication, bandages, good food and everything else just to make sure i will be comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the fun and joy. Your cute face, your cute actions and your endless cute expressions never fail to make me smile and wanting to squish your cheeks. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the forgiveness. For forgiving me time and again for doing the unspeakable. For forgiving my stupidity and insensitivity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the patience and understanding. For always willing to explain things time and time again, and sometimes even explaining the same things, just because i am too dumb to understand certain things. And for understanding my beliefs, my habits and my weird behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for the appreciation. For laughing at my jokes, for understanding my point of views when no one else does. For listening to my big theories when there is no one else there to understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you, pig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4358164518362566205?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4358164518362566205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4358164518362566205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#4358164518362566205' title='Henry Lamer and the Eternal Gratitude'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3074506441778280281</id><published>2012-03-06T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T06:36:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Lamer and The Lost Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ever had that feeling when you feel that nothing is going right in your life? Ever had that feeling that you suddenly who you truly are? Ever had that feeling that your world is spinning and spinning, and all you want is for it to stop so you can take a breather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't worry, _______ is here to solve all your problems!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lol... Just kidding.. That wasn't a commercial tagline. It was a Henry's-life-is-screwed-up-line. It's really funny that i can sit down here and tell you that we should never complain because you have so many things that alot of people in this world do not have. But yet at the same time, i can sit here and wallow in self pity that my life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, maybe it doesn't suck. And that i don't do wallowing. But still, i must say that i am caught in a fix right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The song "Fix you" comes into mind. But nothing can fix me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, maybe not nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But anyway, right now, at this moment, i feel that i am not performing any of my roles in life properly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good son.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't go home early to have dinner with my parents. I spend more time outside than at home. I don't try to organise activities for my family. I don't spend more time talking to my parents. I spend more time in my room playing computer games rather than in the living room watching TV with my parents and talking to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Latest update: After asking my mum whether i have fulfilled my duties as a son. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;She told me that i haven't done any housework since my brother went in, one week i spend maybe only a day at home,&amp;nbsp;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;come home for dinner also come home like close to 9pm, studies also not say very good, every night sleep so late morning need to call so many times then can wake up. I asked her whether she has anything nice to tell me, she said no. And the best part is, i haven't even asked my dad yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Further update: My mum just came into the room and tell me, i have a good heart, have good ideas, just that i never put it into action. I am so young, but memory is already so bad. Brother ask me help him find things, i also can forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good brother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am becoming more lazy to write letters to my brother. My letters to my brother are becoming shorter. I am no longer finding things that my brother needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not cheering my girlfriend up enough. I am making more mistakes than ever. I am not making my girlfriend happy. I am not showering enough care and concern to my girlfriend. I am not making my girlfriend feel special enough. I still don't know how to keep my distance from other girls. I keep making my girlfriend cry. I am not sensitive enough. I am not smart enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good Christian.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not doing what God has encouraged me to do. I made my bible teacher upset. I am not reading my bible regularly. I am not reading my DAILY scriptures daily. I am not reading the other publications regularly. I am not praying often enough. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't met up with any of my JC, secondary or NS friends for a really long time, DESPITE me saying that such friends are very important. I haven't talked properly to anyone in class. I am spending lesser and lesser time with them other than class time. I am not replying my friend's smses fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good student.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not doing well in my studies. I am not actively practicing my skills. I am not revising enough. I am not spending enough time on my work. I waste too much time doing stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a good person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am becoming more&amp;nbsp;judgmental. I am becoming less responsible. I laugh at people behind their backs. I make fun of people. I disturb people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who am i now, really? Am i still the Henry that is funny, responsible, down to earth, charismatic and sociable? Or am i now another person, one who is evil, judgmental, irresponsible and anti-social?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sit here while typing this blog and think. But i can't come up with a decent answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know myself anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My bible teacher is right. He said that he feel i am lost. I AM lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How true the bible is, when it says that Jesus once said that if everyone turn against him, then those who follow him and be turned against by the world too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But the only problem is, i am being turned against by everyone. Because, i am having the sitting on the fence syndrome. Not believing fully in God, and not willing to fully let my old life go. What do i seek in my life now? What do i plan to do in order to deal with all these problems? What CAN i do to deal with all these problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will things ever turn right for me? They will. And i know what i need to do. But the problem is, am i willing to do it? Can i do it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's time to let my gears run again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3074506441778280281?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3074506441778280281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3074506441778280281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#3074506441778280281' title='Henry Lamer and The Lost Soul'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-5184056118182471659</id><published>2012-02-25T09:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T09:15:45.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Lamer and the Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As he put the finishing touches on his poster, his message tone rang from his phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are you coming, or am i supposed to keep waiting?" says the message from her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiling to himself, knowing that his surprise will definitely put a smile to her face, he packed his&amp;nbsp;stationery, and walked towards her block, trying to find a suitable location to capture her attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He decided to stand across the road, right at a spot without any trees to block her view of him. He texted her, "Look out of the window towards the direction of the field." After that, he stretches out his poster to the side which says : I &amp;lt;3 You. The moment she looked out of her window, he waved the poster frantically. And after awhile, he switched it to the other side, which says : Pls forgive me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking out from her window, he sees the silly boy coming up with another of his epic surprises. Despite all her disappointment with him, she bursts out laughing at his silliness. Then, she reached towards her phone and texted him, "I saw that you silly pug. Wait for me there." She quickly got dressed and rushes down the block and stood at the road just opposite him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I LOVE YOU PIG, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!", he shouted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I LOVE YOU TOO PUG, AND I FORGIVE YOU!", she shouted in reply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He quickly dashes across the road and gave her a tight hug. Then, he reaches into his bag and took out two buns and said, "Sorry i made you missed your lunch, i bought these 2 buns for you. Sorry i couldnt buy anything else because i am only left with $2." He then gives his usual sad face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Awww you silly pug!" she exclaims, then pats his head like how she always does and gave him a tight hug.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Shall we go for dinner now, pig?" he asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let's go pug!", replied the girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they strode off towards the setting sun, with smiles on their faces.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The End.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That, never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing like that will ever happened. Because why? Because yours sincerely here is a noob piece of shit. How do you expect anything good to happen to a noob piece of shit? Nothing good ever happens. What happened? Shit happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so bad at this that sometimes i really don't know is there anything at all i can do. For some screwed up reason, i just cant make her happy. I just cant see from her point of view. i just can't understand how she feel. I just can't make her see from my point of view. I just CAN'T. STOP. MAKING. HER. UPSET!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;WHY???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sadly, i do not know. Maybe because i haven't tried hard enough. Maybe i am just too plain stupid. Maybe i am just not boyfriend material. Or maybe it has something to do with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes i always think that if i do not have God's principles to guide me, would things have been any different? Would i have flared up at her and engaged in numerous shouting matches? Would i have walked away when i am so sure she don't see from my point of view? Would i have simply ignore her for as long as i dont wish to talk to her?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All that is hypothetical. Because it has never happened before, and will NEVER ever happened. Because that is not me. I will not swear, i will not shout, i will not argue and i will not raise my voice. But she still think i did. Or maybe i did, accidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You just can't please everyone. I cannot explain myself when she is upset, i cannot say sorry because i have said it so many times. Then how? If i keep quiet, then i can't hold on to her over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not perfect. No where close. I can't expect her to be either, thats why i am never seriously upset with her. Because i know i have made many mistakes. And also because she said she needed time to change, so i give it to her. Even God gave Satan time to prove him wrong. But then again, i am not God, and she is definitely not Satan. But nonetheless, ya, i won't be extremely upset with her because i know it isn't fair to her. But does she see that? Does it mean that i don't get upset with anything means that the world is at peace with one another? It isn't. It's just my perspective of the world. I know that it is pointless to get angry or upset at things or let it affect me long term because all these are just temporary, it will go away. The better side of everybody will show somehow. That's why i don't get upset at her. Because i know she has a good side. A side i have always believed exist, and just waiting to be discovered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Side track a bit, YYY just messaged just now. And it was epic. A perfect way to end my disastrous day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi hen, this is random thought that just came to me while i was brushing my teeth. haha i don't know why i didn't bring it up just now when it was just the two of us walking to md6, i guess it wasn't the right time. When you asked me why i decided to step up to do conventus eventually, i didn't know what to say to you. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm still miffed, rather hurt also, that you didn't tell me you were backing out of it and i only found out when i asked you why the pd post wasn't taken up by you yet&lt;/span&gt;(do you remember this convo, followed by a phonecall from you? haha). at that point i was concerned with why you didn't want it anymore. and then after that i was "huh, how come never tell me then back out". I thought that by inviting me to join you back then, you would have told me about your plans to back out if you did have any, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i never got over this&lt;/span&gt;, but i did the wrong thing by not approaching you about it and harbouring this. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;weird sad feeling of feeling&amp;nbsp;ditched&lt;/span&gt;. but no hard feelings because either group i would enjoy myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like woah, right? Like what on earth right? Something is seriously wrong with me man. The one thing i would really want to do right now is to go to somewhere, where there are no humans, but just me. Then i will find a bench and sit down there and think about what on earth is wrong with me. What have i done to cause unhappiness to people around me. Typing the previous line makes me very sad. I seem to be losing touch with life, when once, i thought i was the master of my own fate. But then again, we never was. God is the one that guide us. But saying that, shouldnt my life be more orderly now? Why is all this shit happening in my life? Is it because i am not fully following whatever God has encouraged us to do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This university life has really made me cast doubt on myself. YYY said after me apologising and clarifying some stuff,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;..... This is the last of our shizz no more already okay you retire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What does this say about me? That i am a incapable good for nothing person. People like YYY, &amp;nbsp;AY are still in events or&amp;nbsp;activities, organising things, participating in stuff and yet performing reasonably well academically. Then how about he-thinks-he-is-so-damn-good Henry? Well, he not joining any activities, performing like crap in studies and basically screwing up everybody's life: his girlfriend, his family, his friends, his project group mates, the bus driver and&amp;nbsp;basically&amp;nbsp;everyone else, and he can't even participate in something as simple as a video shoot?! Omg seriously. How low can you get, Henry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What is happening, seriously? How come all this shit is happening to me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to just end my life or some shit, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are like another 13304729837592634 things i want to type about. But i have no idea where to start, how to start and why to start. Because some things, over means over, i just don't want to keep bringing it up and cause myself more misery. My life is messed up enough. And now best, i need to wake up early tomorrow, and i haven't sleep yet. So that means i am just going to fall asleep in malaysia tomorrow and miss out on all the useful spiritual food. Just great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am really starting to feel like a loser now. No girl should ever like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-5184056118182471659?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5184056118182471659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5184056118182471659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#5184056118182471659' title='Henry Lamer and the Fairytale'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-814600559025034488</id><published>2012-02-08T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T01:57:32.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Lamer and the Last Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I think things are not working out."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There is no good way to break up. Or at least, i don't know that it exist. I am here because there is no one i can turn to, or i should say no one i feel like turning to. Because how i feel cannot be expressed verbally. Some things are very hard to put across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even now, i don't have any idea how to express myself. So i shall just type whatever i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This feeling sucks. I know it's my fault. I know its my decision. Her words sting. The truth hurts. There is no other way. It had to be done. It sounds like an excuse, but it will benefit her in the long run. I am bringing her towards the wrong direction, but not spiritually. I am not a good boyfriend, i will never be one. Because there are certain aspects of me that is very hard to change and will always be irritating her. I condemn myself even though she didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know this sounds bloody fake, but, its really for you. Because i know that if this carries on, i might get more frustrated more often, meaning i might do more of the things that you dun like, like explaining myself and everything. And one day, i just might explode at you. Which is the last thing i want to do to you. I will never want to shout at you or vent my anger on you. I cannot let them happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you are losing your independence because my ineptness in helping you to gain it back. Me being unwilling to be more selfish and let you down that path. I am not boasting at how selfless i am. Its not. Its just that i am too weak to be firm when i need to and be insistent when i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am weak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do i believe in our relationship? Yes, i do, with all my heart, from the beginning. I have my doubts at some point of time. But i have never gave up, i kept trying, until now. I am so tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This feeling sucks. Having to leave someone behind even though the person is the only person in the world whom you love so much and whom have done so much for you. You forgiving my sins, you accepting my beliefs, you bearing with my nonsensical jokes and you being always there for me makes my decision so much harder to make and even harder to stick with it. It's not easy, even though i know it seems to you its the easy way out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How your words hurt, but it doesn't matter, coz i have hurt you too. Yes, i did not discuss this with you. But i know, there will never be an outcome to our discussion. And my heart will just soften and things will stay the same. But i can't do that. Because i am selfish. Because i am egoisitic. Because i believe what i have done will be right for you. Not now. but in the future. And i pray hard that what i have done is the right thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My heart aches. Really. But i have to be firm this time. You are a strong girl, you will come out from this even stronger, and tougher. And one day, the real true guy, will soften your heart, and take the place where he belongs, in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My dearest, you changed my life. In more ways then you can imagine. If there is ever a promise that i will definitely keep, its that there will never be another after you. Because some things are irreplaceable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodbye, my dearest. I will miss you dearly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-814600559025034488?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/814600559025034488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/814600559025034488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#814600559025034488' title='Henry Lamer and the Last Words'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8560617941430452955</id><published>2011-12-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:51:33.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Lamer and The Supposingly End of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhhh... Back to my annual new year dissolution and resolution. =D Hello everyone! How's everything? Hope you had a great year that will pass within a few hours. Is there anything that you want to do this year but you haven't done? If you haven't, better go get it done now! No more time! Go go go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Very soon, the 1 is going to change into 2. Like the saying goes, A new year, a new beginning. But before going on to what i wanna achieve in the new year, let's take a look at what i have achieved and what i haven't achieved this year. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Firstly, let's take a look at my last year's resolution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghyOrJuO21A/Tv8GY52hwoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kmbixPy5UkA/s1600/resolution.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghyOrJuO21A/Tv8GY52hwoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kmbixPy5UkA/s320/resolution.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1) World peace. Well, it's pretty clear the world isn't anymore peaceful than last year, what with all the political unrest in the middle eastern countries (or is it africa? Lol) On a more personal basis, i feel that i have done my best as a nurse. As a friend, i continued to be friendly to others, dont hold grudges towards anyone as much as i can, spent as much time as i can with my family and wasn't rude towards my teachers. =D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Spend more time with old friends. For the first half of the year, it was pretty much the same as the previous year. Reason being, i still stayed in hall. However, once school ended, the situation improved. I met up with more of my old friends, took the initiative to sms them or contact them. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3) Be more God fearing. This i definitely did. God has become increasingly important in my life. And especially in the period when my parents went overseas for 2 months, i attended meetings regularly. That really aid my improvement spiritually. =D i am very happy about this. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4) Prioritize. *sighs* Well, this is hard to evaluate. If this were to be evaluated based on my academic results, i would say it is slightly better? If this were to be evaluated based on the other aspects of my life. I would say so so. Definitely can be better. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So out of 40, i got a total of 29. Which isn't very good. =( Never mind, there's always room for improvement. And nobody is perfect. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Secondly, let us take a look at my ups, or what i have achieved this year. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1) Got a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What more can i say? I finally met someone who is understanding, cute and so accepting of me that it seems incredible that someone like her can exist. She has her flaws, just now everyone else in the whole wide world. But it doesn't matter. Because no one is perfect in this world, but she is perfect for me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsvFynK0O7w/Tv8n7Ntm9VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D86d6TPi7xQ/s1600/shot_1311223297313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsvFynK0O7w/Tv8n7Ntm9VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/D86d6TPi7xQ/s200/shot_1311223297313.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Went to Indonesia twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And for different reasons too! =D First was for my first OCIP trip in my life, to power up serdang! We painted walls, cooked our own meals, got GE together, sang songs, went sightseeing, conducted health screenings, did role plays and have fun together! All in all, it was a really really great trip and i will remember it for a very long time to come! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN5lcjWWhIE/Tv8p5uyPD9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/EI2mWoj--Rk/s1600/194947_204030022956962_100000498964620_798347_1213654_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN5lcjWWhIE/Tv8p5uyPD9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/EI2mWoj--Rk/s320/194947_204030022956962_100000498964620_798347_1213654_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The second time to Indonesia was with my girlfriend and her family for holiday! I had a really wonderful time, seeing the life of my girlfriend in indonesia, and getting to know her family better. Her dogs are really cute. Makes me wanna keep a dog too! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxRlrGM5eDw/Tv8xJ4_kgdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nsLRhWLpP9I/s1600/2011-12-27+08.40.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxRlrGM5eDw/Tv8xJ4_kgdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nsLRhWLpP9I/s320/2011-12-27+08.40.59.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3) Dance till no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I participated in my first ever dance performance! Ok maybe not first. First MAJOR dance performance! All that rehearsals, all that rushing from hospital to rehearsals, all that late nights was all worth it in the end. It was a night that blew my mind away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONLkTtmljr0/Tv8xrsYIlQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4lKSfO3L4Mc/s1600/217333_10150150491377672_687147671_6737161_2707173_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONLkTtmljr0/Tv8xrsYIlQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4lKSfO3L4Mc/s320/217333_10150150491377672_687147671_6737161_2707173_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4) Left Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well as promised, a year of hall stay and that's it. =D It was a very memorable affair, all the friends i made, all the activities i participated, all the stupid things i did, all of it made hall stay a very fun and memorable affair! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeLlgVor8ig/Tv8zf7omgjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HLMmxOrspbk/s1600/40176_438136844904_359935919904_4571666_3296791_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeLlgVor8ig/Tv8zf7omgjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HLMmxOrspbk/s320/40176_438136844904_359935919904_4571666_3296791_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5) Started year 2 of nursing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thankfully, i made it to year 2. Lol. I worked harder and smarter this semester, with the help of my wonderful girlfriend. Got slightly better results. But still failed a module =( Helped conduct a FOC for the juniors as well. But i did participate in less nursing related activities this year though. Hmmm... Oh ya! I helped to ensure a successful Conventus as well! =D awesome stuff! Oh! And i stepped down as class rep! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg4JlCCQpnM/Tv80KOUzimI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nOXA1MvA3N8/s1600/267193_246773965349234_100000498964620_1048476_3242867_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg4JlCCQpnM/Tv80KOUzimI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nOXA1MvA3N8/s320/267193_246773965349234_100000498964620_1048476_3242867_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6) Quit facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hahahha, my greatest truimph! In a way it is. Because everyone is on it, but i am not. So that makes me different! =D Lesser distractions socially, and able to locate my true friends more easily. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="228" src="http://techhunk.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/facebook-no-apto-para-padres.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7) Played volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok this is kinda noob for an achievement. Hahaha.. The only reason i put this is so as to&amp;nbsp;commemorate my Sheares Hall team, and as well me participating in recre Volleyball. =p Oh, and a successful tint as a TM too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cY31nSmZK7Q/Tv81ykQoN3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4V7DsEgVpRo/s1600/166843_495186477281_564272281_6555950_4730237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cY31nSmZK7Q/Tv81ykQoN3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4V7DsEgVpRo/s320/166843_495186477281_564272281_6555950_4730237_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OK! That's about it i think! Can't think of any more significant events at the moment. It has, once again, been a pretty eventful year. Every year is an eventful year, come to think of it. =D and that's good! That means that there is meaning, there is a purpose in my life. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And while i live in this microscopic version of my life, the world out there is getting worse and worse, more violence, more disasters, whether man made or not. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok! Enough about the depressing stuff. Now, what are my new year resolutions this year? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1) World Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Need i elaborate more? One can never have enough of it. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Achieve spiritual goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really hope to serve God more. Therefore, i have to work really hard in order to do so. There are certain goals i want to achieve. And i really hope i can do it! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3) Lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, kinda superficial. But i am kinda fat. =( So i will do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4) Be a better boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna be a better boyfriend for adeline, and i know i can, and i will. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5) Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really miss dancing, and i really really want to do popping again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6) Do well for studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please, let it be this time. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok then, it's about 1 hour into the new year. therefore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8560617941430452955?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8560617941430452955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8560617941430452955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8560617941430452955' title='Henry Lamer and The Supposingly End of The World'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/-ghyOrJuO21A/Tv8GY52hwoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kmbixPy5UkA/s72-c/resolution.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6601406835124533848</id><published>2011-12-16T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:25:34.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really need to shut my mouth sometimes, or maybe, all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Using Mr Singa's words, "Shit man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6601406835124533848?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6601406835124533848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6601406835124533848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6601406835124533848' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6203162735183752644</id><published>2011-12-15T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:28:59.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Henry Lamer and He Is Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello everyone! I am back! Lol. Like finally right? I know man. It's been a while. A long while actually. Oh well. And blogger don't seem to let me choose my font size, font colour and font type. It must hate me for not blogging for such a long time. =p Oh wait, with the new interface, i can! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, i am here for a sad reason. Very sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What do you want from me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a question that i have always wanted to ask you. But yet, i never did. I held it inside me, wishing that the day would never come when i have to ask you this. Incredibly, you asked me first. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All i ever wanted, was for you to be happy. To see your smile, to make you laugh, to surprise you, to give you as much as i can, to compromise and never to complain. But all i managed was to make you cry, feel sad, unhappy, angry, frustrated, upset, disappointed, lose hope in me and lose all expectations in me. Therefore, my question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you want from me, my dearest? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What exactly do you want from me? I want you to be happy, so i asked you not to be sad, to cheer, to not cry. But, you don't want that. You feel that i am restricting your freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want you to feel less upset about things, so i tried to explain things, make things a little better. But you said i am just trying to defend myself, and i am not looking from your perspective. I agree sometimes i will feel that why can't you think like me. But i know you are not me, that's why i never get angry at you. Or i should say rarely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have done everything i can to make you smile, to surprise, but all those little things pales in comparison to the one time events in your life. Why? =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I admitted that i have poor memory, that i am imperfect, so i try my best to make things up in whatever way i can. But, its not good enough. Because the feeling is gone for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I compromise, i sacrifice, i apologise, i act silly, act cute. All that, is not enough. Do you know how much my heart hurt now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Am i trying to say i have done much more for you than you have for me? No, i am not. Because that is not true. And such things cannot be compared. But, i must admit that sometimes i do feel that way. I have made mistakes in our relationship, things that i should never have done in my entire life. But yet, you forgave me, time and time again. And i really really appreciate that. Because you hold such a important place in my life, i cannot imagine it without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But it's two different things my dear... =( You can't judge me on every aspect of our relationship on that. Because it will make things very difficult for us. =( Whatever i do, you will never appreciate, because you will keep remembering whatever bad things i have done and all the good things i do will appear much lesser in significance. Is this fair to me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you, from the bottom of my heart. I want things to go smoothly between us, and i believe we can, as long as we set our hearts to it. But we must work together my dear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I need you to have just a slightly bigger heart, to appreciate me more. That's all i ask for. I have done many things i don't like, they may seem insignificant to you, but they are to me. I have to take huge steps to be with you too, why can't you do the same? I have never force you to do things that you cannot, why can't you do the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want us to last till time ends. that's how much i want to be with you. Let's make that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6203162735183752644?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6203162735183752644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6203162735183752644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6203162735183752644' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1399362427980222030</id><published>2011-07-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:20:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Letter Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I really don't understand why. I am having a headache now but i think it's because of staring at the computer for too long. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point here. My dearest, i really don't understand why we are having this argument. I love you to bits, really. And i would do anything within my ability to make you happy and smile. But why are we arguing over a dinner? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, i really understand how important this dinner is to you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Your dad asked me personally&lt;br /&gt;2) It's your birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really mean it when i said if you ask me on any other day, i would have said yes. Coz you only asked me this afternoon, and my mum was already prepared for dinner. I didn't felt it was nice on my part to suddenly tell her that i am meeting you for dinner. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how important my family is to me, just like how yours is to you. Like you won't go out with me if you are going out with your parents. You cannot ask me to compare you and my family. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely important to me, and it's very hard for me to make a choice between the 2. =( Do you know what you are doing to me by asking me to choose? =(=(=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i never doubted your feelings for me. But can you blame me for being scared and worried when you keep telling me about hot guys you hang out with, and suddenly saying you hate me, despite me asking you "Really?" I am inperfect, i have my insecurities too.. I thought you would understand that about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed between us, my dear. It's just that we need more time to understand each other. That's why i hope we will be together for as long as time allow. =) I will never give up on us. But please do understand that i am human too. I will start having wild thoughts if you keep saying stuff that does not do any good to our relationship too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do forgive me for what i have said, and hope you understand where i am coming from either.. I have made many mistakes, i admit. But i have apologise for every single of them and i always try and make myself to become a better boyfriend. I really hope you can see my effort too, instead of just my flaws. You have always understood me, which is what i love about you. =) So i really really hope that you can see that i really put in effort for us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I doubt you will see this entry anyway.. Hope it's not too late by the time you see this... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1399362427980222030?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1399362427980222030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1399362427980222030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1399362427980222030' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6885732441408609642</id><published>2011-05-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:18:02.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the 10 different type of smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of the 16, pick 10 different types of smiles and start practicing them. You will need it soon. That's all! =D It's that simple! =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sweet Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/sweet_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am in Love Smile.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/i_am_in_love_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Most Beautiful Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/beautiful_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Happy Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/i_am_so_happy_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Thoughtful Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/thoughtful_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I know it all Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/wise_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The Sparkle in The Eyes Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/smile_in_the_eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I am the Boss Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/i_am_the_boss_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Lucky Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/lucky_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Amused Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/amused_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Naughty Or Up-to-No-Good Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/naughty_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Satisfied Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/satisfied_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Contented Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/contented_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Confident Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/confident_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Proud Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/proud_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Sexy Smile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/sexy_smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Cheered Up Smile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://abundancetapestry.com/photos/smiles/lifecoach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6885732441408609642?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6885732441408609642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6885732441408609642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#6885732441408609642' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3654797192770852749</id><published>2011-04-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:48:46.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry Lamer and the Future in Progress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know who i can talk to about this. So i came here. The one and only place that i can go to when i can't think of who else to go to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why aren't you talking to me? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really never expect this to happen. As in i said it so sudden, that i didn't even have time to register it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know you mean well, i really do. I know you just want to accompany me and you didn't want me to eat alone. But i really didn't mean to sound like i am chasing you away either. All i wanted to say was you sounded like you were rushing me. But i didn't mean it in the negative way.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You misunderstood me... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel really really bad. Because time and time again, i have made you cried, made you sad, when the only thing i am suppose to do is to make you smile, make you happy. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still remember you once told me when we first got together. You said that when you first saw me, you thought that my future girlfriend would be a very happy and fortunate girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Right now, i am quite sure you don't feel like a happy and fortunate girl. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am really really very sorry... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember how i used to ask you to always reconsider your options? My feelings for you never change, i still see my future with you, and i cannot imagine it with anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But, if one day you were to feel differently about me, i will never blame you. Because i am not perfect. And perhaps, i have flaws which you will never accept, flaws which you will never agree with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It may sound cliche, but all i want is you to be happy. That's all. If you feel that i can't bring it to you, i would sincerely hope that another guy there can bring it to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For now, i will keep trying my best to be the guy i think you should deserve. Forgive my many flaws. =( I promise i will try my best to change. and sometimes i really say things without thinking, even if my intentions are not wrong. So please do bear with me k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3654797192770852749?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3654797192770852749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3654797192770852749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3654797192770852749' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7917016613439385727</id><published>2010-12-30T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:50:49.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the End Of Another Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. Just like the beginning of last year, i was thinking woah, another year has come and i can't wait for school to start. And woosh! I am at the end of this year already. Hahah... Well, let me first recap the few significant events of this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TRyiI8HDJtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XswxAZ5eovI/s1600/germany%2Btrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TRyiI8HDJtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XswxAZ5eovI/s320/germany%2Btrip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556494314726696658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Germany trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super memorable trip. Reason being first, it was my first trip to europe. I went with 2 of the best possible companions: hwee min and boon hui. They were just plain awesome, my very good friends and awesome travelling companions! =D the trip was plain awesome. I got to practice my german, my first trip overseas, i tried nice food, did crazy stuff. all in all, it was great! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TR_-rq1JuUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/B7emMHYRu7o/s1600/sch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TR_-rq1JuUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/B7emMHYRu7o/s320/sch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557440491383535938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) School started!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? It's good to finally start school. Phew. I missed school so much that everything thrown at me during school term was plain awesome. Studying, going for lectures, having exams etc are just plain awesome! many people must feel that i am nuts. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TR__84MS_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/H61kL0eV19M/s1600/quintfac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TR__84MS_6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/H61kL0eV19M/s320/quintfac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557441886539677602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Making new close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about being in nursing is that, there are many nice people there! And i have made not only friends, but close friends! People like Rachel, Esther, Yen Yen, Adeline etc made my life in nursing very enjoyable indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAAmUFvkbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cgYumtBZs1o/s1600/team%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAAmUFvkbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cgYumtBZs1o/s320/team%2Bphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557442598403019186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Volleyball!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back playing the sport i love. Even though i am still quite lousy, i still enjoyed every moment playing it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAA51WSlSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ko7jcEkuAMg/s1600/starhub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAA51WSlSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ko7jcEkuAMg/s320/starhub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557442933748307234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Working at starhub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that other than the fact that i get to play with the latest phones, i really enjoyed working with my colleagues. Reason being they are awesome people! and my boss is even treats us to meals and is super nice. and my manager is super tolerant despite me making a whole of stupid mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSABIc43fRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NydVRRDsy1Y/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSABIc43fRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NydVRRDsy1Y/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557443184880483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Working as a nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for attachments has really affected my life. In a good way of course. I really felt wat it was like to be a nurse, despite under a protected environment. Yes i admit i was nervous. But thanks to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awesome help of the staff there, i got thru alright and learnt loads. Not just from the staff, but from my patients as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAnKzHFaSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GFZMJdh7TVI/s1600/hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TSAnKzHFaSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GFZMJdh7TVI/s320/hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557485006647290146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Staying in hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i am staying in school and i must say, it is super havoc. I mean i am pretty low profile, and yet, there is like so much stuff to do!! But i must say i really experience hall life(just that i get to go home every weekend and i can go home and grab anything i can forget to take). It was fun participating in the activities, hanging with frenz, eating supper together etc. It kinda made my life in uni more, eventful. But i still think ponding is retarded. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So thats my 2010. =) So now, 2011 is here. What will my new year resolutions be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) World peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this like every year. Hahah.. That's because we haven't achieve it yet. And even though i know world peace cannot be achieved without God, who says i can't do my part? Share the good news more, continue to be nice to people around me, do my best as a nurse, friend, son and student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) Spend more time with "Old Friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that ever since i entered uni, i get so caught up with school life that i have failed as a friend to my friends from the past. A lot of them who has gone through thick and thin with me in the earlier stages of my life. And i really feel very bad for not asking them out and hanging out with them. This is a truely big thing i must rectify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3) Be more God Fearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with God. And live my life the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4) Prioritize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know procastination is inevitable. Coz we are humans after all. Everyone needs a break. However, not everything is of equal importance. As in it's fine to play facebook games, football manager or whatever. But, do it when u have the time. Or do it in moderation. Not excessively. Coz i am involved in SO many stuff next sem. Priortizing becomes even more crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinks that's about it for now. I really look forward to this new year. I hope i can keep the goodness in me and leave the badness behind in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hello 2011!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7917016613439385727?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7917016613439385727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7917016613439385727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7917016613439385727' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/TRyiI8HDJtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XswxAZ5eovI/s72-c/germany%2Btrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8034496053498327010</id><published>2010-12-13T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T06:02:39.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and a Beautiful Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. 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Oh my god. It really make me realize that as a nurse, all we need is a “Thank You”, a pat on the back, a “Good job!”. We don’t need gifts or anything like that. It’s that simple. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Secondly, Sister Jocelyn praised me in front of the whole class, which left me elated but stunned at the same time. =D She said that as a male nurse, I really showed tender, loving and care to the patient. And I was really pleased. Not just that my efforts are recognized, but also showed that I did the right thing. =) And it really inspires me to do more, and do better. It really makes me feel like I finally made the right career choice. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Thirdly, my favourite tutor, Fui Ping, said she’s proud of me!! =D Today is a really awesome day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I will definitely keep up the good work and strive to do even better. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can and will do it! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, i realised that i am lucky to be in nursing just to meet all the wonderful people there. People like Rachel, Yen Yen, Esther, Adeline, Ping Hua, Ang Yun and many more, are all my wonderful friends and classmates! It's incredible to feel loved by people other than your family. I will definitely treasure them as my beloved friends now and for many years to come! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8034496053498327010?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8034496053498327010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8034496053498327010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8034496053498327010' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-895595919622120651</id><published>2010-12-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:32:49.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and All About Resting in Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is a good day. I managed to clear out quite a bit of my JC notes and secondary school notes. So i freed up quite a bit of space. And i also maintained my usual routine of playing Football Manager, wasting my life on facebook and reading a book, "The Time Traveller's wife", lent to me by Liwen. A pretty good book i must say. So all in all, it's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sitting on the sofa, watching tv with my family, i suddenly realised its been some time since i can just sit there, worry about nothing. Just chill, keep my mind blank, and just spend some time at home, relaxing with my family. And it's a good feeling. =) I am not saying i want to do this all the time, but once in awhile, it's good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a couple of things to be done. Like finishing all the books dearest Esther has kindly lent to me. I only finished one. 4 more to go i think. haha.. And, i need to make some thank you cards for Adeline, Denise and Junhua, who worked with me in the same cubicle for the past one week. I must say it has been  a really pleasant experience working with them. They are awesome people! Especially Adeline, whom i seem to be able to clique quite well. But then again, i hope our friendship wont just stop growing after attachments. That will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like i was telling Esther yesterday, i realised Sem 2 is totally packed for me. I've got IHG, OCIP, FOC, Med dance, sheares dance and block comm stuff. And i still have the usual school work and spiritual activities which i cannot neglect. Woah. So Esther was telling me yesterday maybe i shouldn't dance coz i am so busy, so i shud help out backstage or something. That kinda remind me of the time she said she will help me out during med dance when we join together. I was very happy at that point of time. =) Looks like that might not happen at the end of the day. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like what i told yen yen yesterday, let nature take it's course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is confused. But who is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-895595919622120651?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/895595919622120651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/895595919622120651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#895595919622120651' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8455768986583507360</id><published>2010-12-05T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:54:50.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and The Run of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, what do we know? I made it! And faster than the previous time where i actually trained for it. This time, going straight into the 21km challenge with 1) Little sleep 2) No training 3) Bad muscle ache on thighs due to volleyball. And yet, i came out unscathed(with the exception of the usual muscle aches and stuff.)! Proud of myself! Of course, i gotta to thank my friend, Luther for constantly keeping me company, stopping when i requested to, and encouraging me when i was getting low. Thanks Luther!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, despite running this for the 3rd time in my entire life, it is still a totally different experience for me. Different route, different people, different scenery. And all that, makes it worth it to come back year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask me, why do i pay to run, when i can run at my own leisure? Well, if you can get 60000 people to run at the same time with you at your own leisure, go ahead then. haha... Like what i told Luther, running half marathons helps me to reflect and motivate me at the same time. Why do i say that? Well, coz in this marathon, you get to see different kind of people. Fat, skinny, young, old etc. The fact that all of them are running this, putting in their best effort, encouraging their friends and crossing the finishing line, really motivates me that, whenever you face tough times, there are always people less fortunate than you but going through the exact same tough times you are going through. And if they can make it, you have no excuse not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it helps me to reflect on my life. I feel that life is like a marathon. There will be ups and downs, there will be twists and turns. And there will always be people passing by you. But at the end of the day, you are the only person that can help pull you through and bring you to the end. Your friends, family will make the journey easier. But if you give up on yourself, no one can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, running long distances helps me to think and reflect on the year that's about to pass. Pretty reflective stuff if you ask me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that more people will join Standard Chartered marathon next time. And hopefully one day, i can conquer the 42km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8455768986583507360?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8455768986583507360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8455768986583507360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8455768986583507360' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1179088305328362794</id><published>2010-11-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:31:07.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Forgiven given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive but never forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i told others. And it is true. Some things are really hard to forget even if i try. But at least i forget, that's good enough right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i sort of figured out my thoughts. And thought that it's silly to separate myself from the rest. 与世隔绝， like what the Chinese like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not me. That is not the Henry i know, or in fact anyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember who you are" is the welcome message on my handphone. And that will always remind me to stay true to myself, regardless what happens in the outside world. I must never change what is good in me to something that's foreign. I cannot become the person i detest the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remain as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only, Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you are still on my mind, you know that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1179088305328362794?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1179088305328362794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1179088305328362794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1179088305328362794' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4063700550862166876</id><published>2010-11-18T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:28:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Disappointed Plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth man. Seriously, Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me a lot from not swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe it's me. Maybe i am expecting the worst in people. Maybe things are not as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what are the odds??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One remedial class, about 15+ students. Out of which, 4 of them know i did badly for my exams. Around 6 i usually hang out with them. One calls me her brother, the others call me their buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, NONE of them tells me about it? At all?! WTH?! So coincidental? So like what Rachel said, everyone just assumes they passed the message around? So apparently, like so bloody apparently, i am not even in one of their "close friends" contact list?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really shows how "well-liked" you are, Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it man. Seriously screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i go from here? With this heck it mentality? Or should i give them the benefit of the doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4063700550862166876?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4063700550862166876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4063700550862166876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4063700550862166876' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8898717473300185467</id><published>2010-11-16T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:51:55.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Confused Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused about you, i am confused about me, i am confused about us. The you i hang out with usually is so different from the you i see online or on sms. =( The you i see online or on sms is warm, bubbly, cheery, adorable and lovable. How come the usual you is not like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to understand why. I tried to find fault in myself: is it me? What have i done wrong? Is it because of the day where i was upset? Did that affect our relationship? Is it because i suddenly behave differently? Or is it you? Is it because of you? Is it a temporary thing? Or is it that you just don't like to hang out with me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried talking to you about it. But you said because you were tired and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will things become better after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times we use to have, where we feel comfort in each other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still feel comfort in mine, but i must admit i feel awkwardness when i am with you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, then it must be me.. What happened to me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the academic thing? Jealousy of others because they achieve what you could not? Jealous that they can study hard but you can't? Is that what's affecting me? ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8898717473300185467?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8898717473300185467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8898717473300185467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8898717473300185467' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-294251490036545113</id><published>2010-11-04T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:24:00.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Altruism Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOD. Henry? Is that really you? You are back??! Woohoo!!!! *set off fireworks* anyway, i dun think anyone will be really here to see this blog now. After being like left abandon for so long. But then again, i must admit it feels good to be blogging again. It's like visiting an old friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic, as u guessed it, is altruism. =) Why this topic? Coz today, this idea has been brought forward by my lecturer, who feels that i am sacrificing myself for the sake of others. I was kinda hit by the remark, in a pleasant way of course. Coz i never tot even my lecturer noticed that. It was a nice feeling. But it kinda made me realised: Am i doing TOO much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as helping people too much? Like what people like to say, too much of anything is never good. But does that apply to helping as well? In this selfish world of ours, wouldn't it just brighten up your day if someone goes out of his/her way to help you? i know i would! But one of my fren was telling me, sometimes, it might be good to help myself first, before i go about helping others. She gave a good analogy: Is it right to starve yourself just to give the food to the poor kids in africa? I guess she is right in some way. I mean, it's not like i dun wan to study or i dun treat studying seriously. Definitely not that case. I mean after all, i wanted to get a scholarship and i wanted to do my parents proud. Just that sometimes there are so many things happening in your life, you just lose track of some stuff along the way. So i feel that this could be an important crossroad in my life: Do i change my attitude, so i can fulfill both my responsibility as a good student and a good person? Or do i just continue to be the best person i can ever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, come to think of it, it's kinda a hard choice. Both sounds good. =p Never mind, i think i should stick with the first one for now, if not, i'm screwed. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, suddenly want to talk about something else. I realised uni/hall is affecting something very important in my life. and that is punctuality. Punctuality is a very important attribute of mine. For my entire life before uni, i am punctual like 99% of the time. But ever since i stayed in hall, i have been late for classes, hence leaving the impression in my frenz that i am a late person. This kinda affected me quite a bit. Coz it's sad that people see you in a light which you know u are not. And i really do try to wake up, but it's really hard. How am i going to change the perception of others of me in this aspect? Maybe i should just get more alarm clocks... Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think that would be all for now. I really hope i will be back really soon. This feels good... =)&lt;br /&gt;Tata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-294251490036545113?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/294251490036545113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/294251490036545113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#294251490036545113' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6167638398952078158</id><published>2010-06-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:20:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the New Millenium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woah.. I haven&lt;/span&gt;'t blogged since the last millenium. Terribly sorry to those who keep coming back here hoping to see some updates only to be pissed off by the 2 cartoons hugging each other again and again. Anyway, i'm back! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt inspired to blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really wonder whether the right thing to do is always the thing you really want to do. Ever felt at times that you really don't wanna do something, but becoz it just seem to be the right thing to do at that point of time, and you just have to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some relationship you never wanted to end, but you know it's just not going to work out? Or maybe a pet you never wanted to give away, but you know you just can't support one? Or even a work opportunity overseas, where you know it will bring your family better fortune in the long run, but you have to leave them in the short run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i kinda realised that it could just be perspective kinda thing. What exactly is considered as the right thing? Is it considered the right thing becoz it benefits you now? Is it considered the right thing becoz it will make people around you happier? Is it the right thing becoz YOU think it will make people happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6167638398952078158?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6167638398952078158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6167638398952078158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6167638398952078158' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2168215985003052202</id><published>2010-03-19T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:36:22.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Rescheduled Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. haven't blog since January?! That's like 2 months?! So terribly sorry people! As usual, everytime i thought of something to blog, i have no access to a computer. Everytime i have access to a computer, i forgot or dun have blogsipiration to blog.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am here to update on what's going to happen to me in the next few months. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3-17 May: Trip to Shanghai( World expo!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22-28 June: Trip to Germany(I hope!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14-26 Aug: Start of Uni(finally!) and Singapore Youth Olympics(which i am volunteering in!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, i have my job in Starhub till June 30(hopefully it happens, hope they won't terminate me due to my long holidays. lol..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Confused about whether i should stay in hostel or not. Seems to cost a bomb.. Maybe my parents won't let me. Then i will just stay at home then.. haha.. Nothin wrong with that i guess.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing philosophical to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2168215985003052202?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2168215985003052202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2168215985003052202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2168215985003052202' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8299495186578944217</id><published>2010-01-09T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:08:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Restriction Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone.. I'm back.. sooner than you think.. haha.. Anyway, a recent few events set my mind pondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wonder, does age really decides your maturity? Does rights necessarily comes with age? Or i should say, shouldn't rights be give to you when you come of age? Recently, my mum seem to develop some strange need to keep tabs on me. She becomes so extreme till the stage whereby she says, that whenever i go out with my frenz in the future, i have to give her their handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after you guys read this, 2 things will go thru your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Damn.. What a loser this henry is.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) " That is total crap. I'm so not going out with this guy again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i understand. Sometimes, i really understand what my mum is thinking, coz she really cares for me. She really really wish that i will have enough sleep so i wun destroy my health. She really worries for me when i come home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, maybe it's about time she tries to let go a little more? She spends the past 20 years educating me, teaching me the right values and lifestyle. Isn't it time to let me out and see whether her education for me has truely benefited me? You mean even now, at the age of 21(ok, close to 21), she still don't think i am ready to face the world? Then what age am i suppose to be ready? After i graduate from uni? After i start working full time? After i buy my own house? After i turned 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing that is occupying my mind right now, is the decision whether to go new zealand to study or not. A cpl of my frenz actually told me, that it is definitely better to go back there and study instead of studying in singapore. But the thing that has always pushed me back is, the living fees and everything. But they said that if i add it all up, it's about the same. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8299495186578944217?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8299495186578944217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8299495186578944217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8299495186578944217' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-937353120582888039</id><published>2009-12-31T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:41:43.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Traditional New Year Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!Back on the first day of 2010 to blog about my new year resolutions. But before that, just a quick recap on the year that juz passed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 marks the year i finally finally finally finally completed my 1 year and 1o months of national service. All in all, i made great friends, created great memories and went through great experiences. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 also marks the year i hit the age of 20, which in my opinion is more impt than turning 21. Coz the first digit of my age finally evolved. More responsibilities, blah blah blah, you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 also saw me getting my first job, sort of la, if we ignored the acting past. So i guess that's one of the important steps of achieveing adulthood, not that i am very keen on it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also in 2009, i started to use "lol" more frequently. Exact reason? Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut it short, that's 2009 for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i hope to achieve in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Save enough money for uni.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's been quite sometime since i last asked pocket money from my parents. i don't really want this status to change. I hate to explain where my money is going. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to New Zealand with a low low budget&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dun wanna cancel the trip. So please let me discover and excellent package!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be a better man&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I say this every year i think. Better is kinda vague. So how better? Less vulgarities, less money spend on unnecessary stuff, show more people more love, contribute more to a clean and green environment, cultivate my spiritual side, listen to what my parents tell me, stop listening to rubbish stuff my frenz tell me, the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) World peace&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can always contribute a little every year. Dun argue with people, be a peacemaker etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i only can think of this four. Coz i am kinda tired now. haha.. Maybe you can share your resolutions with me too? Look forward to your reply.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-937353120582888039?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/937353120582888039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/937353120582888039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#937353120582888039' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-5124209299028580295</id><published>2009-12-11T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:54:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Post-NS Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Mr Inactive is back! Omg. It's been like one month since i last blogged. *horrified* Bet you guys must be like missing me to bits. lol. So sorry my dear readers, if you are out there. But most imptly, i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been packed. Kinda. Working almost every single day. Went on a cruise trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SyJODlw0B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8dZa1hfBm08/s1600-h/LGIM0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SyJODlw0B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8dZa1hfBm08/s320/LGIM0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413975525636179826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Awesome stuff. And back to work after that. Anyway, i am more or less enjoying my civilian life now. Like totally. But seriously, i can't wait for school to start. Really really miss school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing that is seriously bothering me right now, is that i am once again hesitating bout my new zealand trip, reason: Cash. I mean i would have enough money for it. But the thing is that, i will run out of money for my uni pocket money. Which i kinda dun wan to ask from my parents. That would mean 2 option: 1) Don't go New Zealand 2) Work while i am schooling. Option 2 will really take a lot of self discipline and i would really need to work like ultra hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Any suggestions ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-5124209299028580295?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5124209299028580295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5124209299028580295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5124209299028580295' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SyJODlw0B3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8dZa1hfBm08/s72-c/LGIM0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7585711206618781937</id><published>2009-11-06T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:34:01.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Operationally Ready Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. I made it.. Like finally. I'm done!!! ORD OH!! haha.. I guess i'm happy and not happy at the same time. Happy coz i would have more freedom, dun have to follow some silly rules and no more uniform! Not happy coz now i have to take my life in my own hands and start planning things. I no longer have my day planned by someone, what to do, when is lunch etc. So more responsibilities on my part. But ok la, about time i take on more responsibilities, especially since my 21st birthday is just around the horizon.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i gonna do now that its all over? Let me give you guys a brief summary, i already planned. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;09 Nov 2009: Collect my IC from my camp and say the necessary goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 Nov 2009: Start my new job at Starhub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;31 Nov to 3 Dec 2009: Cruise trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;February 2010: One week vacation in Hong Kong during CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;April- May 2010: One week vacation in New Zealand+ 3 weeks vacation in Shanghai. (Date not confirmed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June 2010: Uni orientation, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August 2010: Uni finally begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep track of what i am doing on thisunique web page and see ya all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7585711206618781937?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7585711206618781937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7585711206618781937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7585711206618781937' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4322288598284671339</id><published>2009-10-26T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:28:18.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the New Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I just gotten a job at starhub. Working as a mobile phone tester. the pay is pretty decent. So i guess that's good stuff. Kinda surprise i manage to get a job so quickly and with such a great pay. I sure am lucky. haha.. Can't wait to start work. It will be a totally new environment and that i hope that i can learn new skills from this working experience. Its a pretty long job, about half a year. Hopefully my new zealand dream wun be affected. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, i am resting at home. Hopefully these 2 weeks when i am clearing my leave, i can finish a few productive things. Like painting the house, clearing up my super messy room, the table, the cabinets etc. Of course, i hope my dancing course will start soon. Can't wait too. Poppin!!! yippeee!!! And of course, i better work on my german if i want to pass my exams WELL. Not just pass. Yup, of course keep up with certain spiritual stuff and continue and hang out with my frenz.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4322288598284671339?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4322288598284671339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4322288598284671339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4322288598284671339' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3517526320197924090</id><published>2009-10-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:53:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the End of Course Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! back to blog again.. haha.. after so long.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Medical Orderly Course(MOC) i took just ended on Friday, 2 october 2009. And just yesterday, or i should say this morning, i ended Exercise Rambo. These 2 events sort of signify the end of my NS life: unofficially. hehe.. but nonetheless, its been meaningful. But for today, i just wanna talk about the MOC i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think throughout the course, other than the theory tests set, i haven been able to contribute much. Reason being i am hardly in camp, and also i didnt really go and spend lots of time studying my stuff. So i felt kinda guilty for that. But yet, throughout the course, i learnt a lot of stuff. Not only medically, but also things in regards to knowing my fellow instructors better, knowing my trainees better, man management skills etc. My trainees has given me lots of problem throughout the course, but so have i. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, surprisingly, i have helped them more than i tot i did. A few of them actually chose me as their favourtie instructor, some whom i hardly interact with. And some actually walked up to me and shake my hand when they eventually passed out from their course. It was kinda heartwarming, and i really felt that no matter what u do, u will still leave an impact in people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the course, no matter what crap i have to go thru, i kinda feel that its worth it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3517526320197924090?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3517526320197924090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3517526320197924090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3517526320197924090' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8794184603014735226</id><published>2009-09-02T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:31:11.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Beginning of an End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh man.. its been eons since i last blog. Mainly for 2 reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) I keep having thing to blog about, but once i sat in front of the com, all those ideas disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) My browser for some reason, just simply refuse to let me format my text, so i simply refuse to blog only in black and white, even though that the theme of my blog. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but here i am finally.. =) As the saying goes, better late than never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today, i want to talk about something that all guys serving NS, look forward to, yup.. thats rite: ORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ORD marks the day when i finish my NS life. On the 7 of Nov 2009, i will officially be a civilian again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this few days, i kinda feel insightful regarding the fact that i will be finishing my national service. why? coz i feel that my NS life has really made me a different person. Better or worse. i dunno. Probably both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was planning to do this piece when i officially finish. But since the "feeling" to blog is now, why waste it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For those of you who read this blog and still rmb, i'm sure you know that i probably discuss about my NS life in around 3-4 entries. Perhaps now i will do a summary, but without divulging impt stuff at the same time. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8 January 2008 was the day that i first enlisted. I think i can be fairly confident in saying that, i am probably the only recruit that my parents were not there to accompany me. My parents asked me whether i need them to come with me, i told them no, coz i think NS is nothing special. And its not like i am going away for a very long time. So as the rest of the recruits wave goodbye to their parents, i was standing there alone, mentally preparing myself for a regimental lifestyle (again#).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(#- why again? coz my life in my school's ODAC was also regimental, so i was more or less prepared.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But clearly my first week in NS totally changed my perception of NS. Coz it was a very relaxing affair with nothing but meals and talks. Nothing physical that i can't handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But how wrong i was when i tot that it will stay this way throughout my whole NS life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fitting the criteria to be a Emergency Response Specialist(ERS), i was chosen together with a couple of others to progress to another location for training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If the first week was heaven, this second week is definitely hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The training was very physically challenging for me. It was a total culture shock for me. So much so that i was super depress by evening time, and even shed some tears when i called home that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But fortunately/unfortunately, my persistent knee problem did not enable me to stay long in that course, lasting only for a short one month, and i was officially out of course and waiting for next part of my NS life to begin. Therefore, i had to say goodbye to the hefty salary, the thrill of the job and of course my frenz there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thankfully, i was allocated to the medical orderly course, praying hard that eventually i will end up in a fire station as an ambulance crew. Sadly to say, at the end of the 6 week course, i ended as an medical instructor in camp, which is at Boon Lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I stay in Serangoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But fortunately, my role as a medical instructor took another twist, when i found out that my main duty would be as a public medical instructor. Henceforth, i will be traveling all over Singapore, imparting first aid skills and knowledge to the general public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not trying to boast but, i certainly believe that my public speaking skills, which has been groomed since secondary school, certainly enable me to excel in this job. And i am proud to say that i have managed to improve further, when it comes to public speaking. Hopefully, this will be an asset when i step out into the civilian world again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, after so long, i am about to say goodbye to the very thing that has taken up about one year and 10 months of my life. I guess i did indeed learn quite a lot of stuff from my NS life, especially in term of first aid. And of course, i have made many good frenz throughout my NS life, whom i am sure i will stay in contact with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But at the end of the day, i still think 2 years of service is really too long. If it is for about 6 months, i would encourage everyone to actually try the taste of NS life, i certainly believe that you will learn something there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally, its time to step out into the world i left not long ago, and begin a new phase of my life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8794184603014735226?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8794184603014735226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8794184603014735226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8794184603014735226' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8226806470246708398</id><published>2009-07-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:32:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Astounding Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone.. back again to update my dear blog here.. Juz realise that this blog has been up for about 5 years already.. haha.. wow.. anyway, juz wanted to share an experience today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most days, i was squeezing onto the bus while going home. It was a double decked bus. While on the first deck of the bus, i was getting the air squeezed out of me. I kept getting pushed inside the bus, until i was very near the staircase. I hesitated and decided to go on to the upper deck, assuming it's very packed on top as well. To my greatest surprise, it was very very empty! It's like your teacher telling you, u failed very badly for your test, but when u get back ur results, its full marks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, why on earth does EVERYONE wants to squeeze downstairs? I dun believe everyone were going to depart at the next stop. Is climbing one flight of stairs so tiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i failed to make use of such a gd opportunity. After my superb performance, i didn't make use of the chance to shoot all of you in the face. why??!! Will i succeed if i try it again tml?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i always think about what i wud have said AFTER the incident? Haiz.. i guess my mind doesn't exactly work very fast.. Sad... Perhaps i plan too much, i hesitate too much. No wonder i miss out on so many opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too scared of consequences+ hardly take risks+dun believe in luck = Present Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. perhaps its time to not look so much, and just leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8226806470246708398?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8226806470246708398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8226806470246708398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8226806470246708398' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6940399332991106880</id><published>2009-07-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:56:10.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Lamer and His SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hi everyone! i know i know.. it's been ages.. felt inspired to blog today, at such a late hour.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just came back for duty today and i felt a deep sense of helplessness.. why? coz i realise, even though i've been in ns for so long, even though i am now a senior.. There are still many things i do not know! Haiz.. i think i have failed to be a perfect role model for my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being a perfect role model an impossible dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to challenge that notion. Therefore, i shall change my duties. I will run both matters in camp and outside camp. I'm sure not only it will improve my self discipline, it will also add on to my knowledge base. I'm sure it will benefit me in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Guess i am just not cut out to be a gd leader.. feels depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever at some point of ur life wonder, why can't u be gd in everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realise that instead of thinking why, i should actually think about "how?" to change all that. From "don't know", to "know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta work on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6940399332991106880?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6940399332991106880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6940399332991106880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6940399332991106880' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7353296796613213406</id><published>2009-06-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:12:30.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Scottish Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went out with boon on saturday.. like finally.. it's been trillion of years since we last went out together ever since the last time she came back from scotland.. so we decided to meet up and catch up. haha.. We went to orchard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since both of us do not know wat to do and where to go, i came up with the brilliant idea of: Keep walking, and eat what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we agreed on some rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Choose a letter&lt;br /&gt;2) First food/drink item we come across and it starts with that letter, we must buy it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Must be cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;4) Must be finger food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda solve our dinner problem, and it allows us to see different things, keep talking, and gain no weight. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first letter was from me, the letter A. and we ate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj80BqvOtoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Da0X7fMcpk/s1600-h/LGIM0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj80BqvOtoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Da0X7fMcpk/s320/LGIM0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350052085596337794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called erm.. awasagki something something.. We ate it at Isetan. The english translation is "Japanese Desert with soy sauce".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before i forgot, boon gave me a present, i requested haagen daz, this is what she got me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj80k2gcxXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RaE5sCI3yGc/s1600-h/LGIM0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj80k2gcxXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RaE5sCI3yGc/s320/LGIM0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350052690050991474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. creative heh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continued walking until we reach ngee ann city, and the letter was C. And we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj81ZWLWQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4bBEw_0Amnw/s1600-h/LGIM0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj81ZWLWQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4bBEw_0Amnw/s320/LGIM0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350053591905616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's called chicken something something.. haha.. and boon commented that it's like chicken nuggets.. that's kinda true..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked quite a bit, discuss about a few people. haha.. den we continued walking all the way to plaza singapura, and had the next food item of the letter B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was B.F.F from chirppy's i think.. i forgot to take a picture of it.. haha.. it's a mixture of fish and chips. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drink started with the letter with N, which was my favourite drink, Nescafe coffee original. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics also. haha.. forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we walked all the way to the esplanade and saw a live band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj88tjPzckI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wu4X_YlUVv8/s1600-h/LGIM0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj88tjPzckI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wu4X_YlUVv8/s320/LGIM0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350061635592745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda wished i belong to a band..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, contents of our conversation will not be revealed here.. haha.. that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7353296796613213406?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7353296796613213406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7353296796613213406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7353296796613213406' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/Sj80BqvOtoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Da0X7fMcpk/s72-c/LGIM0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-9014977909718255822</id><published>2009-06-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:50:29.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the &lt;/span&gt;Lost Slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.. i know it's been ages since i last blog.. so sorry about that.. simply dunno wat to blog about.. actually i also dunno who i apologising to.. haha, coz i dun think anyone still visits my blog.. but nvm.. juz in case.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been fine.. nothing major happening.. juz that recently, my mum's fren's maid is staying over at our house for week coz my mum's fren is going overseas, so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda weird.. coz it's been so long since we had a maid, and its weird having a stranger staying over... so ya.. And this is exactly what i will be discussing today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz dun understand why the maid dun wan to have dinner together with us, she likes to sit in one corner to have her dinner. For eg, once my parents had their classmates come over for dinner, den i ask my mum why can't the maid join us at the table, den she say the maid will feel weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? I felt weird too, so does that mean i can hide one corner in my room and have dinner? that wud be cool.. haha.. and after dinner, the maid juz sits alone in one corner of the kitchen. U know how weird i feel everytime i go to the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda set me thinking, why are things done this way? i'm sure those of u reading this who have maids, u do this this way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they humans as well? Is it not possible to treat them as a member as ur family? I understand they are working for you, but the fact that u all stay under one roof should mean that everyone do things together yeah? and it's not like they will only be with you for a short time, more often than not they stay with u for quite some time.. so ya.. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's juz one issue.. another i wan to mention here is the fact that i keep wasting time at home.. haiz.. and yet i nvr do anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, i either watch tv, read story books or play com. and i dun do anything else. I spend way too much time on facebook doing nonsensical stuff, i play com games for way too long.. haiz, i can't get myself started for my german homework or any revisions. Falling behind in class, getting rusty for things like math, physics etc. Yet not doing anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i muz really draw up a study plan again.. but the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will i do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-9014977909718255822?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/9014977909718255822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/9014977909718255822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9014977909718255822' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1088450394148755743</id><published>2009-05-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:55:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and Old Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone! Just tot i will blog a bit today.. haha.. anyway, my mum(yes, my mum) juz forwarded me an email... i tot it's quite interesting and meaningful. It's in chinese, so sorry to all my frenz out there who dun understand chinese. Feel free to ask me for translation.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;看父母就是看自己的未來&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你在一個平凡的家庭長大&lt;br /&gt;如果你的父母還健在&lt;br /&gt;不管你有沒有和他們同住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現媽媽的廚房不再像以前那麼乾淨&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現家中的碗筷好像沒洗乾淨&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現母親的鍋子不再雪亮&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現父親的花草樹木已漸荒廢&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現家中的地板衣櫃經常沾滿灰塵&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現&lt;br /&gt;母親煮的菜太鹹太難吃&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現父母經常忘記關瓦斯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現老父老母的一些習慣不再是習慣時，就像他們不再想要天天洗澡時&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現父母不再愛吃青脆的蔬果&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現父母愛吃煮得爛爛的菜&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現父母喜歡吃稀飯&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現他們過馬路行動反應都慢了&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發現在吃飯時間他們老是咳個不停&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千萬別誤以為他們感冒或著涼，(&lt;br /&gt;那是吞嚥神經老化的現象)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你發覺他們不再愛出門 …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有這麼一天&lt;br /&gt;我要告訴你，你要警覺父母真的已經老了&lt;br /&gt;器官已經退化到需要別人照料了&lt;br /&gt;如果你不能照料，請你替他們找人照料&lt;br /&gt;並請你請你千萬千萬要常常探望&lt;br /&gt;不要讓他們覺得被遺棄了&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;每個人都會老&lt;br /&gt;父母比我們先老&lt;br /&gt;我們要用角色互換的心情去照料他&lt;br /&gt;才會有耐心、才不會有怨言&lt;br /&gt;當父母不能料理自己的時候，為人子女要警覺，&lt;br /&gt;他們可能會大小便失禁、可能會很多事都做不好，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果房間有異味，可能他們自己也聞不到，&lt;br /&gt;請不要嫌他髒或嫌他臭，為人子女的只能幫他清理，&lt;br /&gt;並請維持他們的『自尊心』。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;當他們不再愛洗澡時，&lt;br /&gt;請抽空定期幫他們洗身體，&lt;br /&gt;因為縱使他們自己洗也可能洗不乾淨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我們在享受食物的時候，&lt;br /&gt;請替他們準備一份大小適當、容易咀嚼的一小碗，&lt;br /&gt;因為他們不愛吃可能是牙齒咬不動了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從我們出生開始，&lt;br /&gt;餵奶換尿布、生病的不眠不休照料、&lt;br /&gt;教我們生活基本能力、供給讀書、吃喝玩樂和補習，&lt;br /&gt;關心和行動永遠都不停歇。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，&lt;br /&gt;他們真的動不了了，&lt;br /&gt;角色互換不也是應該的嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為人子女者要切記，&lt;br /&gt;看父母就是看自己的未來，&lt;br /&gt;孝順要及時。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，&lt;br /&gt;你像他們一樣老時，你希望怎麼過？&lt;br /&gt;現在的你，&lt;br /&gt;是在當單身寄生蟲、還是已婚雙料或多料寄生蟲？&lt;br /&gt;你留意過自己的父母嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樹欲靜而風不止、子欲養而親不在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;您的父母還有多少時間等您?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaningful heh? You know how i always tell others how afraid i am of old age? I guess the fear have more to do with people around me, mainly my parents. I simply cannot stand the idea of my parents growing older and weaker, not being able to do the things they can do now, not being able to care for me when i am sick, not being able to help me when i am in need... *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise how interesting life turns out? U start out being relying on your parents, for food, shelter, pocket money, love etc. And up till a certain point of time, all this will become topsy turvy? Your parents will rely on you for food, shelter, pocket money, love etc. Isn't that ironic? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the new world will come quicker, then perhaps i will not have such worries anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever realise how people around you sometimes just cant't stop complaining about their parents? Even if they dun, they will still be irritated by the actions of those who brought them up? I would be a big liar if i say i nvr had such ill thoughts. Coz i do. For example, how sometimes you just wan to chill, by playing com, surfing the net, then suddenly, out of the blue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Henry! 过来帮我收衣服！"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Henry! 为什么锅子还没有洗?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be inevitable that i feel irritated right? I'm sure you guys understand, or even better, i'm sure some of you experience some thing similar as well. But hopefully, all of you, like me, will not hold that grudge for too long. Coz other than extreme cases, your parents, as clique as it sounds, are really doing things for your own good. ya.. I still remember once, my mum did something that really pissed me off big time. Even though there were no huge verbal outburst from me, i did something else. Coz at that time, my dad wanted me to write daily reports in chinese so as to practice my chinese. So for that particular day, i wrote something quite hurtful to spite my mum, though i can't rmb what exactly i wrote, but what left a really deep impression on me was after my mum and dad read it, what my dad said afterwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"你最好反省反省你写的东西，你妈妈感到很难过。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite guilty afterwards, and never had i ever done this kinda thing ever again. maybe i grew more mature, or maybe my parents nvr irritated me sufficiently.. haha.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sort of realise that, the worst people to hurt in the world are probably your parents. Pls dun ever do that, at least try la hor.. haha... dun regret the things u have done.. =) And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry, 快点去睡觉！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss that... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1088450394148755743?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1088450394148755743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1088450394148755743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1088450394148755743' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3947466801597026267</id><published>2009-05-09T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:01:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lunch with hwee min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just a random entry to make u very hungry!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SgWZwoN-vLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4Pv8CuOaOpM/s1600-h/LGIM0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SgWZwoN-vLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4Pv8CuOaOpM/s320/LGIM0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838394399046834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SgWZmJBxDQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5-AU3o07qKE/s1600-h/LGIM0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and The Unfathomable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet u are surprise to see me blog again so soon.. well, blame it on my free time.. haha.. anyway, i found out a few things about myself today. So i tot i should share with you all, especially those from the "I am very sure i know Henry very well" club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of which, i only realise today that i am actually quite a competitive person. Other than the fact that i like competitive sports, i'm also quite competitive in other ways. For example, if i think i am good in a particular area, i will feel a severe pang of insult which i may or may not raise up, if someone attempts to challenge my area of expertise. Or if someone feels that someone else is better than me. But the good thing about me is that usually, i will try and improve. ya.. but still, nothing wrong with a bit of jealousy rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i am a pathetic communicator with the opposite gender. Those of you whom are thinking what rubbish is this when i have so many female frenz, too bad, but u are wrong. I realise i just dun have the tactic or ability to talk to girls. I'm juz plain boring and unimaginative. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I cannot fail again this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot afford to infuriate you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-5031032772318551528?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5031032772318551528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5031032772318551528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5031032772318551528' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4031043558082402259</id><published>2009-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:48:25.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Bad Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone.. as usual.. its been sometime since i last blog. I was just asking princess ytd, how come she can blog everyday. Then she say coz her life is happening.. haha.. so i guess this just mean that my life is not happening. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to update a little bout recent happenings before delving into my main story today. I went to pulau ubin a couple of days back. With a couple of my frenz from NS and some superiors. Sry no pictures here coz too lazy to upload. And i didn't take many pictures coz my phone ran out of battery. =( But u can go my facebook acc and watch a video. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun and healthy trip coz i can exercise and enjoy myself at the same time. And most importantly, first time i felt so safe while outdoors. Coz, there were 2 paramedics, one ex paramedic(my godsister), 5 medics and one ex medic. Meaning, if any of us were to be injured, we are literally in safe hands. haha.. cool heh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the cycling trip, some of us went to watch x men. It was relatively ok. With lots of cool effects, and some cool mutant powers. haha.. my kind of movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that day of fun, nothing much to report about. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to my main story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a little chat with jeff today. And i realise that poverty clearly comes in many forms. Doesn't mean no money, no food, no place to live in or no clothes to wear is poverty. Even a country in singapore, there's poverty, but a different kind. We clearly have a lack of equality and fair treatment towards everyone. Funny that we are often encourage to treat every race with equality and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But has anyone tot of, how bout equality among people of different education level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff cited to me many cases of teachers in his school, showing clear signs of biasedness towards the so call "smarter" students. For example, providing opportunites of overseas trip to students from the express or normal academic stream, installing air conditioners in their classroom etc. But where as for students belonging to the normal technical stream, no such luxury is offered. And know whats the worst thing he told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, the school announces to them. I forgot which subject but.. It was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Dear student, as this year is a very important year for our express and normal academic students since they are taking their o levels this year, we'll be temporaily transferring your full time math teachers to them so as to provide more assistance. Dun worry, you are not neglected. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lessons will still be conducted by relief teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!??!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe it? What kind of bullshit is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, he mentioned, the way our society perceives people of lower education is also something of concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true that students with bad results, not attending mainstream schools, going to ITE etc, are always bad students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true that students with gd grades, from prestigious schools are always good students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the same for the working world as well. What on earth is wrong with cleaning toilets, clearing rubbish or working in a construction site? Are those not jobs as well? Doe anyone realise that without them, the most basic of your welfare system is gone? Are those really such degrading jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a filthy hypocrite if i say i nvr had those thoughts, regarding the education thing and the job thing. But after knowing more people, exposing myself to different types of people. I do realise that i have been a idiot in the past. Everyone is born the same, its the environment that changes you, and the society is part of that environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to change people's mindset, and stop looking down on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You are not that good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is impossible.. I'm not your type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4031043558082402259?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4031043558082402259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4031043558082402259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4031043558082402259' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-231278626113111209</id><published>2009-04-19T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:16:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Agent for the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.. I'm blogging sooner than i expected. Anyway, ytd, i was walking around ang mo kio, trying to burn sometime. Then i bumped into this insurance agent. It was like people set a trap for you, and u walked into it on purpose. But, its different. Coz i got a plan to get out. And there's 2 reasons why i want to walk into it. 1) I believe i can learn something about communication skills from him. 2) Talking to him is definitely better than heading towards the arcade, wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he tried to sell me insurance, WITHOUT telling me he is from an insurance company. He tried to make me believe he is from a bank, for whatever reasons. But too bad i saw his lanyard which displayed the name of his company. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding his skills, i must say i learn quite a few things. One can actually tell he has done this quite a lot of times despite not meeting his quota. And the fact that i was somehow convinced by him sort of shows his ability. The way he uses examples, personifications, humour to convince his clients is quite gd. And very cleverly, he actually mentions both the advantages and disadvantages of the things he is trying to sell to me. And u know whats the best part? Before i decided to sit down with him and listen to his plans, i asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't have to buy anything right?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ya! Don't worry. I'm not trying to sell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after we sat down for awhile, and listening to him say, "What do you think? Sounds good?" for many times, while i was pondering over what he said and his talking abilities, SUDDENLY, totally out of the blue, he said this as though talking about the weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So would you like to give me $200 first as a start to this plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i am not that dumb and slow to that extent. So i quickly recovered and said i will go home and discuss with my parents, need some time to think about it and etc. And i promised to get back to him if i am interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-231278626113111209?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/231278626113111209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/231278626113111209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#231278626113111209' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-8678994357693431804</id><published>2009-04-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:39:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Depress Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz went out wif princess ytd. Its been such a long time since i last saw her, about 1 year, as she kindly informed me.. she didn't change much. Still as pretty.. haha.. but that's not the main point. Anyway, we decided to meet coz it so happens that we both wanted to watch a particular movie, "Handsome Suit", a japanese romantic comedy.. And it sort of teaches the moral that looks is not the most important thing. haha.. typical.. but i agree with it nonetheless, and still quite convinced that i am a very superficial person.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muz admit that when we first met up in the arcade, it was kinda awkward, coz 1) Its been so long since we last met. 2) We aren't really gd frenz, juz frenz 3) We both dunno wat to say to each other. 4) I juz got owned in the drum game.  And since there was still quite some time till the movie, we juz walked around the mall like some aimless soul. Until i came up with the idea to buy some food to satisfy my itchy mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only really started to talk until dinner time, where by for the first time in my life, someone watches me eat while he/she never eat. But it kinda gave her the opportunity to talk about some stuff bugging her. And it kinda gave me a shock. Exactly what she mention, of course i will not say here as its her privacy. So i juz did wat i could, lending her a listening ear, hearing all her problems. Then she keep asking me to counsel her of her problems, guess she didn't understand that although i was older than her, all i wanted was to actually listen to her problems as a fren, not as a senior, or a counsellor. haiz.. Den after spending some time in the coffee shop, we went to walk around and continue talking, sharing our sch life, or in my case, ex sch life. Basically, it was kinda serious talk, mixed with childish stuff inside, coz i can never be serious all the time. =p den until, we ended up at the bus stop, preparing to take a bus home. So it happens that she stay near me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muz say that it was fun, seeing all the buses u can take home, stop in front of you, allowing passengers to board or alight, and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was cute, to hear her say "miss the bus!" again and again. until a point, where i told her she can stop saying that, coz i will miss the bus together wif her for as long as she wants. So we continue to have our conversation there as well. And the way her fringe always covers her eyes gave me the temptation to shift it away. But i never did, for fear of sending the wrong signal, and perhaps juz afraid to do so. We seem to like to talk in noisy places. Hmmm.. And throughout the whole outing, i was busy glaring at guys looking at her the wrong way, but too bad they didn't catch my glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i manage to send her home, and talking at the bus stop outside her house for quite some time as well. Until i force her to let me send her all the way to her lift lobby. Coz it was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those stuff mention above, is not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know.. "Henry, not main point u blog for wat? Bo liao ah?" Well, u can say that, but stories need to be built up, u can't juz jump into the climax, unless u are a complete idiot. So ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u are thinking that i like her, u are wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, her problems, are actually making me feel miserable as well. The fact that i actually blog about this particular outing, among all my other outings, shows that point. And strangely, it was not until today that i felt the full impact of it.. Probably due to my slow mind. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i dun quite understand is, why wud i feel terrible, when it does not concern me? Its not that i dun care. i do.. coz she's my fren, and i want her to be happy. Its the first time that i feel so weird inside over someone's problem, and its not the usual weird, its the weird weird. i gave it some thought. And think that perhaps it is becoz of these reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I never knew she was different. Never. Never even suspected it. I was worried of course, but she said she wun be. Until ytd. I still remembered how i use to tell her again and again, "Pls princess, whatever u do, promise me u will nvr be like ur frenz. They are gd people i know, but i really like you to be like me. Pls." I guess its true that they say humans are like sponge, they will absorb anything the environment throws at you. haiz.. princess.. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) She's damn sad. And its infectious. Like i said, she said it with such a non chalent tone that i feel even more hurt by it. Even though it was a different type, i feel that the pain caused by such things are still the same. Lasting, painful, unforgettable, at least not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I could not help her. I feel helpless, coz i dunno what to do for her, except to listen. But is listening really enough? I lost my ability to offer useful advices and heart warming encouragements. tongue tied? lost for words? not knowing how to react to this kinda situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I know people say u look fierce. I know u are independent. sorry for saying this but u look so small and helpless! you seriously need someone to look after you.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she dun read this, if not she'll probably think i am crazy or something. I also dunno why am i reacting this way.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll willing to go out with you just to keep you distracted. Let go of it, princess. You can do it.. Stop smoking.. you know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to see you again, i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-8678994357693431804?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8678994357693431804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/8678994357693431804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8678994357693431804' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6473978429322202191</id><published>2009-04-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:34:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the FOC Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should be thankful for this particular weekend. Coz its one of the rare weekends whereby i do not have any duties to attend to for my NS. Lucky me, so i get to have breakfast with my family, which i treasure very much, and of course some personal time for myself, like now. haha.. It feels gd to be able to wake up later than usual, with no agenda to attend to. I guess some of my frenz who are sutdying now or working, muz feel like killing me, coz such leisure time probably dun exist much for them. haha.. Dun worry guys, i'm sure ur time will come. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finished my german homework way in advance(first time), i am not meeting anyone today, and i am alone at home, with only God watching over me. haha.. so, in other words, i'm quite free to do whatever i want, sort of. So i chose to blog. haha.. coz like i mention, i dun have this luxury all the time. haha.. and this special weekend sort of allowed me to daydream a bit, regarding what i want to do when i finish NS, this year november. Quite a few options, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of them i mentioned in my new year resolutions, the rest, i shall mention here. haha.. A couple of them most people wun do, coz in today's world, time is so important that, they dun waste it on activities like these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i want to sit at esplanade. Sounds weird heh? haha.. i like the atmosphere there, whether its inside or outside. I like the class which oozes out at every single corner of that place. Strange as it sounds but, i like things with class, and it applies to people as well. =) I juz want to perhaps spend a day there, walking around, sitting outside the esplanade, looking at the singapore river, and people walking by. And hopefully, i will be able to catch a performance on that day as well, preferably a hip hop dance, or even some band or orchestra. Makes me feel classy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i want to take buses around singapore, ending up at who knows where. I wanted to do this long ago, but opportunity keeps passing by. I want to snap pictures of daily life in singapore of everyone, and strange or beautiful sights found around the island. I want to explore every crook and cranny in singapore, as many as i can. I want to try and sit on as many buses in singapore. My plan is to start from my house, take the first bus that arrives, and drop at any stop my instinct tells me to. And from that stop, i will take the first bus that arrives as well. And so on and so for.. haha.. Join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I want to go learn hip hop again, and seriously go practice hard for it. Make sure i dun waste my money learning it. I want to be proficient, so hopefully when i go uni, i can join dance. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ist alles for now. haha.. the rest i will think of it when the date becomes closer. Yes, i agree that its not gd to waste time. But if u are rushing around all the time, u will not get to enjoy all the wonderful things that this world possess, so enjoy it while it last.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6756170-6473978429322202191?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6473978429322202191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6473978429322202191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6473978429322202191' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3114810673406971139</id><published>2009-03-25T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:31:41.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Lame Randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! so sorry to keep u all waiting.. i know i know.. its been ages since i last updated. But dun worry, i'm not abandoning my blog, its not going to happen as long as i am still here. So ya.. Been thinking for the couple of weeks, but juz can't seem to blog about anything interesting, either that or i lost my inspiration when i finally manage to come in contact with a computer. Anyway, as my title suggested, i'm juz going to blog about some random, but yet not random stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda realise that as i listen to more people's problems, not only do i know how to deal with them when i experience the same problems, i also learnt to appreciate the life i have now. Its important that we do not take things forgranted and treasure whatever we have now. Yes, we may not have the best of everything. But its better than having nothing, or worse. Rite? i know its all sounding very cliche, but i sincerely think its true. And also, With age, comes responsibilty. Comparing someone who is 20, to someone who is say, 16, people expect different things from you, and that includes advices, comments etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone: Hey.. How's the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A 16 year old: Lame la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 16 year old, that answer would be fine to most people. But if a 20 yr old says that, people will juz think that he/she is shallow, or simply someone who has a lack of wisdom to say furthermore. So, a preferable reply would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Someone: Hey.. How's the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A 20 year old: Well, its quite a lame movie. The jokes are so bad that even my jokes are better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Someone: Haha.. thats quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's in my opinion, a better answer. Haha.. u may think otherwise of course, but i'm sure its along the same line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many other situations actually requires u to display ur maturity as well. Like i mention above, when u listen to people's problems, and they ask for ur opinion, say something that's helpful. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone: Oh man, i just got rejected today! oh man.. feeling so depressed now.. how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A 16 year old: dun be depress la, cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas for maturity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Someone: Oh man, i just got rejected today! oh man.. feeling so depressed now.. how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A 20 year old: Cheer up man! its her loss, i'm sure u can find a better one another day. yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that didn't turn out too well. That reply seem a bit lame. haha.. but anyway, i'm sure u got what i meant. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its fine to actually be a 16 yr old at heart. But its not ok, to speak and behave like a 16 yr old when u are like 22 or something(juz an example). Yes, i understand that all of us, at some point of time want to feel young again, but acting childish is definitely not a way to do it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before i forget. ok, nvm.. think i dun wan to mention it now.. haha.. aiya, juz say a little bit to remove the itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz feel that its not that bad to be single. Ah see, i knew it, stop raising ur eyebrow or start getting skeptical. I mean every word i say and i say it not becoz i am desperate, or cannot find a girl fren or something. Its juz that, perhaps for myself, i have nvr really experience attached life before, so i dun really know the benefits. But what i see ffrom my frens and evrything, i still prefer being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single is more carefree. You dun have to report ur well being to another person other than ur parents. Your expenditure will be lesser. You got more time for urself. And ur family. And ur frenz. Ah, and speaking of that, i feel that is extremely unfair that u rather spend more time with ur gf, den a fren who perhaps had known u for 5 yrs, when u only knew ur gf for 1 yr, for example. I juz dun think its worth it. ya, i always get irritated when people abandon gatherings with their frenz juz becoz they need to spend time with their gf. U mean, u can't juz spend one moment away from them? how ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about all i have to say. Hope u guys enjoyed reading it, regardless whether u are attached or not. Haha. see u soon, readers! Tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3114810673406971139?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3114810673406971139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3114810673406971139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3114810673406971139' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6088747861040821071</id><published>2009-03-02T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:56:51.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Weakest Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz a very random post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haiz.. feeling a bit lost now.. is weakness determined by one's muscles? Is weakness determined by one's ability to fight back against any physical abuse? If yes, den i am weak.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Was juz telling van juz now that in a guys world, power is determined by the amount of muscles and a bad attitude. I dun possess both, at least not in abundance. Is that the reason why i am being taken advantage of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And is it really true that being nice will always get u bullied? haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Detest being nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6088747861040821071?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6088747861040821071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6088747861040821071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6088747861040821071' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-9081406023438228908</id><published>2009-02-06T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:26:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Dim Sum Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everyone! so sorry for the late late update. Didn't really know what to blog about. So the best blog entry i could come up with is an empty one. haha.. anyway, i juz came back from hong kong after my chinese new year celebrations there! It was kinda cold for me. Especially when i tried to bathe. But the rest of my holiday was great, with loads of good food, nice scenary and good bargains. haha.. of course, i got a couple of photos to show you all. Not as many as my taiwan trip, coz i think too many slows down the server. So i only took a few..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2mh6ATfuI/AAAAAAAAACE/C4mckBKXY1E/s1600-h/LGIM0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2mh6ATfuI/AAAAAAAAACE/C4mckBKXY1E/s320/LGIM0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300075437921369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Typical hong kong streets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2nGnpNPBI/AAAAAAAAACM/thkVBJeG2cs/s1600-h/LGIM0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2nGnpNPBI/AAAAAAAAACM/thkVBJeG2cs/s320/LGIM0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300076068647812114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Renowned dim sums.. But not taken very nicely.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2neLuu25I/AAAAAAAAACU/3g3SJVYYa1M/s1600-h/LGIM0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2neLuu25I/AAAAAAAAACU/3g3SJVYYa1M/s320/LGIM0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300076473471654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought this looked quite like the kung fu movies where people jump around those lights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2nwhIO-HI/AAAAAAAAACc/4Ctid81BU2U/s1600-h/LGIM0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2nwhIO-HI/AAAAAAAAACc/4Ctid81BU2U/s320/LGIM0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300076788453406834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skyline of hong kong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also went trekking on a mountain near hong kong technological university..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2oF-f0BnI/AAAAAAAAACk/lmk9sl_1DTA/s1600-h/LGIM0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2oF-f0BnI/AAAAAAAAACk/lmk9sl_1DTA/s320/LGIM0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077157114185330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2oRy1bkrI/AAAAAAAAACs/8EPcVZ0-tPQ/s1600-h/LGIM0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2oRy1bkrI/AAAAAAAAACs/8EPcVZ0-tPQ/s320/LGIM0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077360142062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2ojrrNfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yCk0XXDKsmM/s1600-h/LGIM0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2ojrrNfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yCk0XXDKsmM/s320/LGIM0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077667457793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2o68PyJHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WnfEHseZgVM/s1600-h/LGIM0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2o68PyJHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WnfEHseZgVM/s320/LGIM0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300078067043148914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also ate something that singapore does not have.. It may look any a typical burger. But its actually a pork burger found in macdonald's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2pUHuclQI/AAAAAAAAADE/jMRMASGWnn4/s1600-h/LGIM0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2pUHuclQI/AAAAAAAAADE/jMRMASGWnn4/s320/LGIM0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300078499621278978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also had some seafood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2p6Nh508I/AAAAAAAAADM/0BBWgrmHflg/s1600-h/LGIM0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2p6Nh508I/AAAAAAAAADM/0BBWgrmHflg/s320/LGIM0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300079154014311362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Super big lobster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2qyrdoxpI/AAAAAAAAADU/ntMYrviXuUg/s1600-h/LGIM0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2qyrdoxpI/AAAAAAAAADU/ntMYrviXuUg/s320/LGIM0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080124122154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the super big spider crab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2rAOJLroI/AAAAAAAAADc/neMHM5ASQtE/s1600-h/LGIM0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2rAOJLroI/AAAAAAAAADc/neMHM5ASQtE/s320/LGIM0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080356769902210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a photo at a garden we went too.. super nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2rUCn_eYI/AAAAAAAAADk/V8WoLBT-OKc/s1600-h/LGIM0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2rUCn_eYI/AAAAAAAAADk/V8WoLBT-OKc/s320/LGIM0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080697275283842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they had a museum about rocks. And i had a sudden inspiration to do this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2szsID-CI/AAAAAAAAADs/TAu23r9bOKM/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2szsID-CI/AAAAAAAAADs/TAu23r9bOKM/s320/P1010386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300082340503222306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also tried to do some jumping shots. And with my mum's excellent photography skills and my great jumping techniques, i did this one with one try. My favourite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2teg2g5_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/RYjIpzAqmGM/s1600-h/P1010391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2teg2g5_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/RYjIpzAqmGM/s320/P1010391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300083076211206130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had my reunion dinner in hong kong as well. this is one photo of my family in hong kong, with the exception of one of my aunt's family and some cousins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2uFN-GSVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lVLKllERgk4/s1600-h/P1010369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2uFN-GSVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lVLKllERgk4/s320/P1010369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300083741157640530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all, i had a pretty fruitful trip.. really enjoyed myself.. I am still trying to upload some videos of my mountain trek. Maybe i will show it to u all another time.. But for now, let me end off with this video..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f8bd4c4a74a9738" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f8bd4c4a74a9738%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333755937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EFE9E1149E0C200C1084CDC47E99FD1E6E16E02.E1716AF3632D406C74ACEF340FF99304B1E91EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f8bd4c4a74a9738%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBgF4AHYeTnxIJNXI2-rbYa990vE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f8bd4c4a74a9738%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333755937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EFE9E1149E0C200C1084CDC47E99FD1E6E16E02.E1716AF3632D406C74ACEF340FF99304B1E91EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f8bd4c4a74a9738%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBgF4AHYeTnxIJNXI2-rbYa990vE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-9081406023438228908?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6f8bd4c4a74a9738&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/9081406023438228908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/9081406023438228908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9081406023438228908' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SY2mh6ATfuI/AAAAAAAAACE/C4mckBKXY1E/s72-c/LGIM0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3026096078910835331</id><published>2009-01-14T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:46:33.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and The National Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi everyone! yes.. i am 20 years and 2 days old. yeah.. and i failed my one new year resolution already. haiz.. i did not manage to come up with my own hip hop dance routine.. =( haiz.. sucks. and i haven been practicing for a loooooooong time.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;i really wan to dance  again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, i realise that a lot of people(other than guys), have misconceptions regarding national service. So i tot it would be good if i try and clarify some of them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;National service, is basically, from my point of view, a form of work, that is mandatory for all boys of singapore citizenship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MISCONCEPTION #1: National service,  DOES NOT mean army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Meaning, if a guy is required to go serve his country, he doesn't have to go to the army only. All boys, will either be sent to the army, the police force, the civil defence force or the diver unit(Navy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Army deals with external issues, and is under the ministry of defence. Meaning, boys going to army learn to fight in wars, or any other things related to war, including things like drawing maps, looking after missiles and things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Police deals with internal affairs(not the hit hong kong movie, but related) and is under the ministry of home affairs. Meaning, boys are trained to handle weapons to deal with criminals, riots etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Civil Defence Force also deals with internal affairs and is under the ministry of home affairs. Boys sent to civil defence learnt to fight fires as a firefighter or attend medical emergencies as part of an ambulance crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Diver unit, basically deals with underwater warfare(duh!) and i think is also under the ministry of defence. So is like the water version of army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But of course, i am juz talking about the main difference between the different type of NS a guy can have. Definitely, there will be different vocations in the different forces, which i am going to discuss now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before a guy gets enlist, they will have to go for a full body check up on their health condition. Upon checking, they will be issued a PES status, which will decide which phase of training they will go through. The healthiest would be PES A, all the way to PES E. This means, that not every guy that goes to NS will have to face physically demanding training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MISCONCEPTION #2: NS not equals to becoming very fit and muscular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Ok henry, if that is the case, what kind of non physical things do boys get to do in NS?" Well, boys may be allocated to vocations such as clerks, storeman, technician, general duties, canteen boy etc. There are all kind of jobs in NS, why would the government want to leave anyone out of something so fun like NS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and because of the nature of these vocations, not everyone will stay in camp everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MISCONCEPTION #3: NS does not mean must stay in camp EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Usually, guys only have to stay in camp everyday when they are in their training phase. Once they are done, they may be sent to different camps and may get to work in shifts or office hours. For example, right now, i am serving as a medical instructor. I teach public, reservist and other trainees medical stuff. Therefore, i get to work office hours. Whereas some of my friends who work in fire stations, work in shifts, from 8am to 8pm, den rest one day etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unlike the past, where boys have to serve longer for NS, now, an average NS guy serve about 2 years. But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MISCONCEPTION #4: All boys must serve 2 years of NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are cases where people serve less or more. For example, if a guy, before he gets enlisted, managed to get a silver or gold for his NAPFA test, he gets to serve 2 months less, like me! There are also others, who chooses to disobey rules in NS, and gets sent to dentention barracks, which is kinda like a NS jail. So, if lets say he gets sent inside for 30 days, then, he has to serve an extra 30 days of NS. Yup.. so the length of ur NS depends or the guy himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, i think that would be all when it comes to NS. Feel free to drop me any questions if u are confused about something. I'll try my best to answer. If not, see u again in the next tale of Henry Lamer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3026096078910835331?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3026096078910835331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3026096078910835331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3026096078910835331' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-523068441028478663</id><published>2008-12-31T05:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:07:08.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Red Carpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hi everyone.. hope all of you enjoyed my prawny entry.. maybe next time i will do more animal entries.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, i am sure everyone know by now, the new year will arrive in a few more hours time, that's why i laid down the red carpet for it on the title of this entry. But before i start on my traditional new year resolution, i would just like to mention a few things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Firstly, first time in my whole life i welcomed christmas outside my house, and it so happens i done it with two of my favourtie people: My best friend, jonathan, and my dearest sis, audrey. Well, wat were we doing? haha.. it so happens that me and jon didnt have a date on that day. So we decided to meet and play basketball below my house since he stays quite near me. But due to the rainy weather, we couldn't do that. So instead, i came up with the brilliant idea of visiting my dear sister, who also stays quite near. Apparently, jon and audrey have not seen each other for a really long time, so i guess its gd they get to meet up again. So, we kinda chat about lots of stuff at the void deck of her house. And she gave me a box of homemade cookies for my chirstmas present. haha.. and we wished each other merry christmas the moment it hit 00.00. haha.. and after that, we went for supper at a nearby coffee shop. And my unhealthy sister went to have laksa.. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Secondly, 0626 finally managed to meet up! So i continued my proud record of 0 failed outings. =) Must thank xiu xuan, vanessa and cally for giving me help and ideas. haha.. Anyway, we(maybe more like i) decided that we should meet up at minds cafe in the afternoon, before going to vivocity for dinner. Coz the last time we went minds cafe, it was a pretty fun experience. so i tot it wud be nice if we go back again. So, 12 people turn up in the afternoon. And we split ourselves into 2 grps of 6. My grp had yee jin, jian hua, cynthia, adeline, grace and me. I would say its pretty enjoyable and we laugh ourselves silly a couple of times. haha.. At night, we went to vivocity's Japanese Gourmet Town for dinner. Cheng en and adeline did not join us. But chin ping, audrey and wing yan, zuo sheng and shi min joined us at night. The service was kinda bet as my dear sis had to wait for about 20 minutes for her food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After dinner, we went to the roof top to exchange presents. This idea was brought up to me by vanessa, who sadly couldn't come as she went malaysia. So, i got everyone to prepare a mystery gift. My initial idea was kinda rejected but audrey and wing yan came up with a better one, which was fine. =) I got a new cd pouch, which is cool as i got many cds with no casing. haha.. Den after that, i ran out of ideas. But thankfully, grace, audrey and cally came up with games which we played and were really funny and fun. haha.. that lasted until about 10 plus. Remebering how the last timer our outing at vivo caused many of us to miss our last train. I decided to end it then and we all went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the journey home with audrey, she suddenly got a craving for ice kachang. So i teased her saying that i think she is pregnant. haha.. Anyway, jian hua suggested we can go chomp chomp for ice kachang and thats wat we did. But my dear sis wanted ice kachang with corn!(haiz.. girls...) But there wasn't, so we had some jelly ice thing.. haha.. and we went home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the last time, i will finally retire from the organising of class outing. I keep saying that but i will still end up planning one. For now, i promise i will really retire. haha.. i realise it is really not easy. And if class outings really mean so much to everyone, i'm sure someone will plan the next one. If i plan again, most probably will end up going to the same places, and doing the same things. haha.. i dun think the class want that.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thirdly, i removed another wisdom tooth on monday, the injection of anaesthesia was kinda pain. =p But other that, it was fine. So here i am, resting. Haha.. so happy i dun have to go back to camp. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok la.. so those are the last few significant events i experience on the last days of 2008. So once again, i am savouring the last few moments of 2008 at home. haha.. A bit no life but ok la.. I realise the older i get, the more i dislike crowds. haha.. so staying at home may not be such a bad thing. haha.. so let me do some reflections before i do the resolutions. *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would say 2008 is a new chapter of my life. Coz finally, at the age of 19, i entered NS. Well, i would say things were not wat i expected, and u all wud know what i am talking about if u read the first few entries of this year. haha.. So, ok la.. my life in ns is kinda slack, but tiring nonetheless due to the massive amount of travelling. But still, i am quite satisfied thati learnt some medical skills during this period. I guess it will prepare for future life and my career as well. haha.. In the meantime, i have to endure some office politics as well.. hmmm.. kinda scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And of course, first time in my life, most of personal expenditure is fully funded by myself. haha.. so kinda proud, even though i can't contribute to the family yet, at least i reduce some burden on my parents. so that's gd. =) And also, i get to spend with less restrictions, coz as long as i can save some, i can spend the rest on things i wan. Unlike last time, everytime i go out i have to ask for pocket money. A bit loser i know.. but.. ya.. it was like that.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2008 was also a proud year for all chinese. As beijing hosted a brilliant olympics. Usually i dun discuss things that comes up in newspapers but since 8 is a lucky number for chinese. i felt tempted to bring it up. i think for the entire olympics, i was really disappointed by Liu Xiang's last minute withdrawal from the hurdles event. Felt that it was kinda wasted. And also, i was really impressed with michael phelps' haul of gold medals. Kinda inspire people that nothing is impossible huh? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok la.. i guess that's all for my 2008. now(finally..), on to my 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realise resolution, is actually re-solution. I'm sure everyone know "re" usually means doing something again, like "repay", means to pay back and "replay" means to play again. So, i was enlightened that "resolution" actually means coming up with solution, again! So people usually have "resolution" when they fail to deal with the problems and have to come up with solutions again. Kinda true heh? haha.. ok la.. dun delay liao.. Here are my:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS FOR 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) ORD OH!! Yes, i will finally finish my national service this year on 07 nov 2009!! haha.. so excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) Come up with my own dance step before i turn 20. I simply cannot let my $170 worth of hip hop dance lessons go to waste. I muz at least choreograph until the end of the first chorus of a song.. Must!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3) Complete the exam for A2 level of my German.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4) Concentrate on healing my knees and wish it will go back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5) Train a 6 pack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok la.. i get less and less greedy each year. Or i should say i got less and less problems i cannot deal with, so i do not have to think of "re-solutions".. haha.. that's gd.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so wat are your new year resolutions? haha.. do not think it is stupid to come up with resolutions. Coz they can actually be impt goals in ur life. Set some realistic ones and work towards it. You will wonderful when u complete it. =) But for now, i wan to wish everyone a big...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-523068441028478663?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/523068441028478663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/523068441028478663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#523068441028478663' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7747816462882448064</id><published>2008-12-14T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:44:35.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Story of a Prawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hi everyone.. i am back with a new entry due to some random moments of inspiration today when i visited the supermarket today. As can be seen from my title, it is pretty obvious what i will be talking about. Why this topic? well, as i was wandering about in the supermarket, i came across a sight so common to anyone who has visited a supermarket before. At the seafood section, there were many fish tanks. One of those tanks contain a whole battalion of prawns. Hence it reminded me of something i wanted to talk about for ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that u are facing fierce competition in your life, imagine you are a prawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF I AM A PRAWN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If i am a prawn, i will be happily floating around the ocean, pushed around by the currents in the waters. I'll be enjoying the plankton and other micro organisms which i can consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel safe, as i am protected by my shell, which is so soft and pathetic. No creature can eat me, because they would not like to crunch on my shell. I mean, what kind of creature can remove my shell from me? It is not like there is any creature in this world who have hands and fingers right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day, i will swim into strange weeds which i will not be able to swim myself out of. "What is happening?" i will wonder. How can i not swim out of normal weeds? Soon, i will be brought out of my home into some foreign waters which i will feel weird in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Together with my many brothers and sisters, we will struggle in this weird container, as there is clearly not enough space for all of us here. How?? All of us tried our best to swim near the top, where more air is available. I feel sad, for those who are too old or weak to reach the top, and die in the process... =( Many of my brothers and sisters are removed from the container from time to time. Where do they go? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, big creatures with 5 heads dove into our container and grabbed us out. Are we about to be eaten?? Fortunately, the creature does not eat us. Instead, he releases us into another container, which many bright lights around us. I am so not used to this, as do my friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, more and more of my relatives are removed from our current home by creatures which i can vaguely see. But still, there so many of us here! I can hardly breathe at times.. Where are we? Mum, dad, save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more of my fellow prawns die and they struggle to reach the top of our new home to get more air. As i look out of our home, seeing so many big creatures walking past us, i thought, "When will i see home again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7747816462882448064?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7747816462882448064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7747816462882448064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7747816462882448064' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2991743984535495118</id><published>2008-12-07T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:52:58.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Run Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Received a call from dear hwee min to wake me up. Thanked her for calling and asked her where she will be stationed at, hoping that i will be able to meet her later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Decided to take a cold bath to freshen up. Apparently it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.40am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had 2 slices of bread with fresh strawberry jam for breakfast. Wanted to have coffee but realised the thermal cooker is not switched on. so had a cup of berroca(an energy drink kinda thing) while waiting for the thermal boiler to boil the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Left the house finally and started walking towards Serangoon Stadium to board the chartered bus. Saw 2 cats fight along the way and got a bit frightened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.40am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reached the stadium and saw A LOT of people there. And shortly after the bus arrives. Panicked a little when seeing quite a few people holding some slips of paper and handing it to the bus driver when i don't have it. But eventually realise i could just give my comfirmation slip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one of the last to board the bus so have to stand all the way to the destination, wasting precious strength. Listened to my mp3 along the bus ride. At one point, a dustbin on the bus toppled over when bus was making a sharp turn. Didn't help to picked it up. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reached The Civilian Memorial. Got a shock when i realised i reached too early. Decided to find a comfortable toilet to clear my bowels. Manage to get into Raffles City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.40am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally done. Decided to make my way to the baggage deposit point and wait for wen hui. She sms me, telling me she is going to be late. so i decided to warm up first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The half marathon started, but i am nowhere near the starting line. Wen hui finally reached and we quickly deposited our bags and hurried towards the start point. Wanted to use the toilet but the queue was simply too long. So decided to hold my bladder for the whole race before releasing the contents in a toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and Wen hui finally crossed the start point. We started at a leisure pace, able to chat while running, and i still was able to contribute significant amount of crap in our conversation. So it kinda show how leisure our pace was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We hit the 5km mark. A bit behind my schedule but never mind,  whats more important is that we stuck together. =) We rested for about 5 mins, grabbed a drink and continued running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unknowingly, we completed 12km. We initially wanted to stop after every 5km and rest for 5 mins. But due to the invisible distance markers, we could not find the 10km marker. so ended up at 12km. but quite pleased with ourselves nonetheless, given the fact that we hardly trained, and it is wen hui's first time running standard chartered half marathon. anyway, we saw this guy carrying a addidas balloon and clapping in front of almost every runner to encourage them. I found it quite hilarious but think it is very nice of him. Of course, along the way there were people cheering you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think the timing should be correct. at this time, we managed to hit the 16km mark, like finally. 5km more to go!! so we agreed we should not stop from now on and go all the way to the end. But clearly things did not go our way. Firstly, me and wen hui got separated. Secondly, my knee finally gave up on me and decided to make things more difficult for me. Thirdly, my mental strength failed me on about 3 occasions, where i have to stop and limp and walk a bit. But anyway, the best part was i saw this entire showcase of ferrari cars which took my mind off things for awhile. I simply ran with mouth opened, looking at the beautiful cars, thinking when i can buy one. Then when left about 2km, i saw those smu girls that me and wen hui were trying to overtake several times. I succeeded, but i fall behind again due to my stupid mind and knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yes!! the feeling at last to savour. 3h 10mins(i think). Slower than the last time but.. who cares? waited for wen hui awhile then finally saw her again. Gave her a big hi 5 and we went to return the champion ship and collected my beautiful medal. Then we set off to grab some 100 plus to replenish the liquid lost. Just when we were about to set out and look for bananas, then we lost each other again. So i hung around the tent trying to find her but ended up seeing li ling and zhiling, who took part in the 10km run. after some small chat, i decided to go to the baggage collection point to find wen hui and managed to find her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the end to my run i guess. My last long distance run for this year and the next. Reason is becoz i have to concentrate on recuperating my spoilt knee for sometime so ya..  i guess thru this run, i learnt quite a bit about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Many might think i am crazy, spending $63 just to run 21km. Well, i always tot that running long distance is a very gd way for me to challalenge myself, both mentally and physically, and to let me know wat i can do. Thru this run, i have learnt that i am capable of many things, irregardless of wat others tell me or wat i tell myself. As long as i set my mind to do it, nothing cannot be done. I am quite satisfied with my timing despite not meeting my target. And most importantly, i have made the decision to value my friends over personal achievements, which i feel is the right thing to do.. so to end off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Standard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chartered&lt;/span&gt; Marathon, see you real soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2991743984535495118?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2991743984535495118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2991743984535495118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2991743984535495118' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7325187859601650816</id><published>2008-12-01T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:52:39.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Forgotten Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMG!! its been more than one long month since i last blog.. no wonder my sis thinks that this is a dead blog already.. NO! it will not be a dead blog as long as i am the blogger.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anyway, really sorry to all those who visits my blog but always clicks away disappointedly after seeing that i have not updated my blog.. so here i am!! finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anyway, for today, i dun really have a particular topic to blog about.. but in order to be applicable to my title, i am going to discuss something wif everyone that had left some people confused, or thinking bout the wrong things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;目中无girl的人..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for those of you who talked to me on msn in the last 5 months or so, that six words should be pretty familiar, coz its my msn nick!! haah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it simply means a person wif no girls in his eyes.. and now here are some misconceptions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) It does not mean i look down on girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it sounds like it but no!! i absolutely do not mean that i look down on girls based on my nick. why wud i look down on them? yes, maybe i am a sexist, but i dun really look down on them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) I AM NOT GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yes, i am not.. for those of you who know me well enough, i am someone who hates gays.. so dun even think about me being a gay at all. it will NEVER happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, what does it mean exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well, ever since i entered into the service for the nation, i realise most guys, apparently can't live without girls!! they talk about girls all the time, they read magazines bout girls and when i go out wif them, they always look at girls. it made me think, is girls really that impt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;coz i wanted to experience life without girls, maybe not forever, but at least for awhile. y? becoz of 2 reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;interacting with girls requires certain efforts and strengths, ever since i entered sch till now, i have witness all the trouble u can encounter wif girls and it made me wanted to have a break..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanted to learn to appreciate all the females in this world more. coz by living without them for some time, den perhaps, i will realise how impt they are to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so ya.. those are the reasons. but den, back to topic.. y my nick? coz i do not want to look at girls or be like some of my frenz who stare at girls with no discretion.. coz i believe when u like someone, there should only be one person who should look at, not everyone or anyone on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7325187859601650816?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7325187859601650816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7325187859601650816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7325187859601650816' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3767180326829991985</id><published>2008-10-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:10:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Entry before Departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wow.. its been so long.. so sorry to all my readers(if there are any).. anyway, tot i will juz take this opportunity to blog since i will be flying overseas in a couple of hours time and its been so long since i last blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i sort of realise that coming wif a travel blog is not as easily as it is.. as in solely posting pictures does not necessary make ur entries more interesting.. coz over the past few weeks when i post about my taiwan trip, the viewership is not as high.. but den again, it could be becoz of other reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like for example, now that it is close to exam period, most of my readers are either my juniors(studying for exams), ex clasmates or cca frenz(in ns or studying in uni or working).. so, i guess the time they have, compared to the past when we were all in sch, is much lesser.. so they have lesser time to relax, let alone to come and visit my blog.. so ya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i guess as we grow older, the time we have for our frenz actually decreases.. i mean perhaps not to ur gd frenz, but more of like to all of ur frenz generally.. meaning, maybe last time, every week, u spent some time with all ur different frenz, ur classmates etc.. now that u are busy wif work, ns or schooling.. ur social circle sort of becomes deformed.. its no longer a circle, but more of a wobbly shape.. ever changing.. so u may acutally missed out on some of ur frenz.. coz now, not only do u have less time for them, ur social circle have to encompass new people u meet as well, and that's not easy.. given that all of us have a specific amount of time, but growing number of people to meet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how many of u out there can truely say that u have kept in contact wif every single of ur frenz since ur childhood? no rite? it is practically impossible.. lets say u are free on one particular day, but ur frenz may not necessarily be.. so got my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmmm... i realise as u grow older, u have to shoulder more responsibilities, not only towards ur family, but also to the new people u meet all the time.. meaning, u cannot juz focus on ur present social circle and try to refuse anyone else from entering it.. coz they, like everyone else u have already met, plays a certain role in ur life.. if u refuse them, u are refusing development to urself  as well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but nonetheless, as much as possible, smsing a simple hello or asking for ur frenz well being occasionally as well.. i am sure it is no difficult task, to pick up ur phone, type "hi! its been so long! how are you?" to any one in ur phone book that u have not talked to for a very long time.. and when u are on msn, is it so difficult to click anyone's name and say a simple hi? whats the point of keeping them in ur frenz's list but not chatting with them at all? rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so do keep in mind guys, u need ur frenz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so do they..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3767180326829991985?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3767180326829991985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3767180326829991985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3767180326829991985' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1413737869165982768</id><published>2008-10-06T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:20:39.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Chronicles of Taiwan: Prince Lamer 1.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys!! i am back!! yipee.. and on wif more pictures from my trip to taiwan.. my blog is getting laggier and laggier.. anyway, my next part of the trip brings me to Taipei 101, one of the tallest building in the world!! and i have to pay a pretty high price to get in too... =( but anyway, it was a pretty awesome view from the top..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is how it looks like inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160444.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="506" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160445.jpg" width="546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the top.. beautiful taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="472" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160451.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can safely say i am quite tall as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160455.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, introducing one of the most important object in Taipei 101...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="509" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160459.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops.. sorry, thats the cartoon version.. this si the real one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 539px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="476" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160456.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. its called a damper.. mainly use to control the balance of the building in strong winds or earthquakes.. yup.. some pics of the damper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="478" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160457.jpg" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how thick the cables are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="460" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160458.jpg" width="544" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another highlight of the building is the incredible lift, which takes about 30secs to travel 80 floors i think.. fast eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="487" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160461.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw this rather interesting sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="485" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160462.jpg" width="568" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little something about the damper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="440" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160463.jpg" width="542" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the universe under my feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="459" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160473.jpg" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="454" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160481.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's Taipei 101 for you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="497" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160478.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so thats about all for Taipei 101, BUT my trip is not done yet.. my next entry will be on a hill i visited, called Yang Ming Shan.. it was another very exciting experience.. so stay tune!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3272908213518336290</id><published>2008-09-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:37:22.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Chronicles of Taiwan: Prince Lamer 1.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys.. so continuing wif my adventrues in taiwan.. onto the third day, me and my dad took a train ride down to hua lian, another city in taiwan.. we woke at about 0630h..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160363.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160363.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. this is 0630...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the interior of the train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160372.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 259px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160372.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wif a cafe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160373.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a karaoke carriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 258px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160374.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole train ride lasted about 2 hours.. they served us free tea.. but other than that, it was pretty uneventful.. so i took some scenic shots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160376.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160380.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160383.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz put a few here.. coz if i put all, the com will crash.. so anyway, after 2 hours, i finally reached hua lian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160385.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first meal there, consist of 10 of these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160386.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160386.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. wan ton... its quite delicious if u ask me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, our tour guide brought us to this place that we wanted to go.. one of the most beautiful sights in the world, the taroku gorge.. so from now on, there is gonna be millions of photos, and hardly any words(ok, this is not true coz a picture speaks a thousand words).. so.. enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 280px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160394.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the endless cave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160397.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 263px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160399.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about the place, in my opinion, is the river and all that water.. its so serene and beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 293px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160400.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 392px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160402.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these holes on the cliffs are where the swallows live.. cool heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160401.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160404.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. swallow grotto, thats wat the place is called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more beautiful rivers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 531px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160409.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. taroku gorge is kinda dangerous.. due to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 311px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160413.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing.. a poor attempt at a personal shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 382px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160415.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another attraction of the gorge is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 263px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160420.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the following photos are from there(i think..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 388px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160422.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160423.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 366px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160424.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160425.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysterious cave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160426.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 335px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160430.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super cool dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160429.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supersize me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160431.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thats all for the gorge.. not moving on to other parts of hua lian.. the guide took us to a beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure F.I.R fans will find this familiar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160435.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160433.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this turkey(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160436.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made him into this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160437.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. juz joking.. that is beef noodles, quite nice.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so soon after, we took a train back to tai pei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 356px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160438.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and juz for the fun of it, i bought the famous tie lu bian dang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160441.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160442.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exterior.. it is basically made up of pork ribs, a slice of ham, braised egg and veggies.. it is not very nice.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that is all for taroku gorge.. the next entry, i will show u all the very famous taiwan 101!! so come back soon!!! see u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3272908213518336290?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3272908213518336290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3272908213518336290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3272908213518336290' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/th_P7160363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3284359796190142220</id><published>2008-09-13T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:11:57.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl.. so sorry that i took such a long time to update, one reason due to laziness and one reason which will be mentioned later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of days, i have been pondering.. is it time for me to change my blog skin.. so that it will bring freshness to my viewers.. den i decided against it.. becoz, i tot that there is no nid to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that in the future, my blog will always remain like this.. simple.. and my words will be a source of familiarity to my readers, wherever they may be.. coz i realise quite a few of my childhood frenz have mentioned to me that i haven change at all since the last time they saw me.. and i take that as a gd sign.. so i was thinking about it and it dawn on me that.. change isn't always for the better.. so y not remain things as it is for now.. and see how things go yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i'll be continuing my chronicles of taiwan soon regardless of whether anyone is still visiting my site.. so ya.. till den... signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If everything in this world are variables, i'll be the constant, being the one and only me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt; - Henry Lamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3284359796190142220?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3284359796190142220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3284359796190142220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3284359796190142220' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1433486091646010150</id><published>2008-08-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:37:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this song is for you.. hope u like it.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't worry about that extra line&lt;br /&gt;That's creeping up upon your face&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of nature's way&lt;br /&gt;To say you've grown a little more&lt;br /&gt;Trees have rings and thicker branches&lt;br /&gt;Kids shoes get a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light a candle on your cake&lt;br /&gt;For every smile you've helped create&lt;br /&gt;For every heart and every soul&lt;br /&gt;You've known to grow a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few more pounds, a little more grey (=p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years just count the way&lt;br /&gt;It takes a little time to go from water into wine&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever lose the wonder of the child within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;It's such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;happy birthday my dear fren.. =) now u can open the envelope.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1433486091646010150?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1433486091646010150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1433486091646010150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1433486091646010150' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7620511104420262953</id><published>2008-08-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:26:19.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Chronicles of Taiwan: Prince Lamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hi everyone.. i am back with more photos to show u guys from my trip in taiwan. so on to my second day.. as part of the tour package, the second day is the only day that involves a guided tour. so we followed a tour guide to several places in taiwan(duh!) one of which was the memorial hall of another founding father of taiwan. eh.. i dunno wat is it called in english and i dunno what are the characters for chinese so u all can juz guess the name from the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 378px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150315.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the entrance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 390px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150318.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;superman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150320.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150320.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so.. i decide to make a run for the building all the way at the back of the compound, which is the main building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 355px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150321.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got stopped by the door.. anyway, the building is super big..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 372px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150322.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after that, we went to another memorial hall, which is basically for all those war time heroes that died for the country.. my super knowledgeable dad actually rmbed some of them from sch lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150346.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thats the entrance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150347.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and some of the erm.. tablets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;den after that.. we went to a national park kinda thing, where u get to see a lot a lot of natural erosion of rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 179px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150324.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rock shaped like taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 309px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150327.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gorilla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150328.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;super a lot of rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 271px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150329.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;turtle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 253px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the next one is one of the most famous rocks here.. they say it looks like a queen's head.. but after years and years of visitors, they say her neck became skinnier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 298px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150331.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this one is the fairy's shoe.. they say anyone who can wear this shoe can live up to a hundred years.. and i will throw in another one million dollars if anyone can do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 346px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150333.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this one is the candle head.. though the tour guide tells us that japanese says it looks like erm... nipple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 259px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150334.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thats an elephant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150335.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gorilla again at a closer look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 312px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150338.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;back view of gorilla which i think looks like the thinker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 287px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150337.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and all these are mushroom heads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150339.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;den after that.. we got on the bus and went to jiu fen.. a scenic area near the sea.. ok.. that's not helping much.. but anyway, its a popular tourist spot wif lotsa gd food and souvenirs to buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 228px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150341.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one of the famous food there is the balls.. er.. i mean like fish ball, meat balls and etc.. there are about six types, and one the meat ball is the size of half of my fist.. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150343.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;den another famous food there is the erm.. yam pearls.. there's both hot and cold and different flavours.. highly chewy.. so me and my dad took quite a long time to finish.. but its pretty nice.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150344.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one of the scenic points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150342.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;den after jiu fen.. we went to several shops.. one of them sells ling zhi and bee syrup.. one sells feng shui amulet, which i was busy laughing when the feng shui master was talking bout all the feng shui stuff.. .and the last one was one tat sells a lot of tidbits.. like pineapple tarts, some nice biscuits and everything.. den after that, the rest of the tour grp went to shi lin night market which we went ytd.. so we decided to go another night market.. called the Rao He Night market.. simply means the night market around the river..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 246px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150355.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150355.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it is not as big as shi lin.. but the food is still as aplenty.. and of the food i ate was the SUPER GIGANTIC ICE BOWL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at first i tot it was pretty expensive.. at around NT120.. but when i saw the portion, den i knew why.. it is like half my head.. wow.. and my dad ordered an even bigger one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150354.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like wow.. my dad only ate the fruits.. he gave up on the ice.. and after finishing my ice bowl, i couldn't eat anything else.. my dad cud still eat some rice in a bamboo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 290px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150357.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i also bought doraemon's fav food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150362.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i also saw this super cool thing.. u know in singapore, there are those play rides thing where by u put coins inside t\den it will move for awhile? guess wat? i saw a mobile version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150356.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cool heh? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;due the the extremely long walk from the nearest mrt station to the night market, we had a very long walk.. and i saw quite a few interesting things.. like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 215px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150358.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i guess macdonald's need to diversify..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i also notice that taiwan's traffic lights last extremely long.. i mean the green light.. so i guess it muz be becoz of the elderlies.. how considerate.. unlike some other country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140312.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the little man below moves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 230px; height: 171px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150361.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the longest i saw was 90 seconds.. wow.. and also, the most common form of transport in taiwan is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150360.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the most popular form of tidbits is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7160482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7160482.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok la.. i guess thats enuff for now.. my browser flooded with pictures already.. stay tune to the next episode of THE CHRONICLES OF TAIWAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7620511104420262953?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7620511104420262953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Chronicles of Taiwan: The Food, The People and The Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys! as promise(after a very long time), i am finally back to blog about my taiwan trip.. but for those of u who survive till now, u muz have realise there are plenty of pictures.. thats why the browser took so long to load.. haha.. but before i start the chronicles.. juz want to share something with u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myths or truths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its said that taiwan girls, on average, are considerable prettier than Singaporean girls. From many popular variety shows, it can be seen that that seems to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Henry thinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From personal experience, yes.. there are quite a few pretty girls seen walking on the streets of taiwan. HOWEVER, as we know, everyone have different opinions of what is pretty and wat is not.. and furthermore, singapore have quite a few pretty girls too.. and it really depends where u go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verdict: Myth unsolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is said that taiwanese food are super nice and cheap. and u can find it all over taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Henry thinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm.. taiwan food is nice.. yup.. and some is simply superb.. whereas for price, i have to say its pretty reasonable too.. especially when i saw the portion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verdict: Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is said that betel nuts and leaves, one of the most popular tidbits eaten by taiwanese, is often sold by pretty and hot girls dressed in skimpy clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Henry thinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;out of the so many stalls i see selling betel nuts, only ONE is sold by so called pretty and hot girls. and i do not think it shud be sold by them either, coz it is wud be bad for kids.. anyway, most of the stalls are tended by middle age man or woman.. so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verdict: MYTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so now, on with the chronicles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me and my dad landed at taiwan at around 1300 on 14th july.  upon reaching the airport, i saw some security guys with some dogs doing patrol. but i couldn't take a gd enuff photo.. den after that, i tried to find the name of the airport and take a picture of it. but i failed again.. so i contented myself by taking a picture of this funny sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P1010288.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;correct me if i am wrong coz i do not believe that there is such a word called "greeters"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, after leaving the airport, a tour guide came to fetch us to our hotel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150313.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so me and my dad rested in the hotel while we consulted my maps and guidebooks as to where to go. so finally, we decided to travel to a nearby mrt station at Longshan Temple. so it was a 10 minutes walk there.. and at the basement, and the first floor, they had a food court kinda thing.. so i decided to try my first taiwanese food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140291.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thats erm.. 鲁肉饭.. which is basically rice with braised pork, or in this case, minced pork. i ask for an egg. so the total price adds up to around NT60. oh ya, SG1=NT22.1. so do the calculation urself yeah? and in addition to that, i had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140292.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140292.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;green beans with ice.. which is basically like ice kachang in singapore.. juz that less colour.. haha.. its pretty gd. simple but nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so after i am done with that, me and my dad proceeded to the mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140290.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dun u agree it looks very similar to singapore's version?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 394px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140289.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that is their whole mrt line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and their barrier is quite different from singapore's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140307.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this, is their train...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140304.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if u notice, those red lights on the floor.. those lights flashes red once the train is about one minute away.. neat stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so after about 15mins train ride, we reach the memorial hall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 385px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140296.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if u can see the words on top, it says, 国父纪念馆..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140298.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that statue at the back is Sun Yat Sen.. and he has his own guards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 249px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140297.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from wat i know, hourly, there will be a change of guards, between the navy, army and the air force.. something like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140302.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll be posting some videos at the end of all my taiwan entries, one of which includes the change of guard. so if u are interested, do check on this blog every once in awhile and pray hard i will update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and so, me and my dad took a quick tour around the memorial hall.. plenty of documents on sun yat sen, plus a few items that belong to him and commemorate him.. one of the item that caught my interest was this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140299.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the card below this object, it says, "Wallet". so i was thinking in terms of size, mr sun's wallet beat every girls' wallet in this world hands down.. no fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so after visiting the memorial hall(i also happen to see people dancing break dance outside the memorial hall.. i guess dance is an international language.. maybe i shud dance at lim bo seng memorial hall one day.. =p), me and my dad decided to visit Din Tai Fung, one of the most famous exports from taiwan. some of u shud have heard it too. it is a restaurant famed for its Xiao Long Bao, a very delicious type of bun. However, singapore's version of Din Tai Fung disappointed me greatly. but after haering great reviews from my frenz who came to taiwan before, i decided to give it a try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140306.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and guess wat? the reviews weren't wrong. IT IS SUPERB. it is super nice!! comparable to those found in shanghai.. it is so nice that i was too busy eating and nearly forgot to take a picture of it.. nice and cheap.. for 10 buns, the price is around NT100 if i nvr rmb wrongly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i also had some siew mai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140305.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which are also very nice.. though its made different from those u see in hong kong dramas.. juz by looking at the picture i am salivating already.. *day dreams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after we are done with this sumptuous meal.. we finally head down to the famous Shi Lin Night market..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140308.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140308.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;doesn't seem a lot of people rite? coz i took the photo at the entrance, inside, it is too freaking squeezy.. super a lot of people, even though its only monday nite.. me and my dad didnt really buy much, coz we had too much in the afternoon.. haha.. so we had only one drink and juz walk around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after that, we went to the other side of the night market, consisting of food stalls only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 409px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140309.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yup.. also pretty crowded.. there, i had an omelette with fried oyster, which is said to be pretty famous too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140310.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i tot it was juz ok only.. not say very nice.. so a bit disappointed.. but one thing gd about it is that they included veggies inside. so u wun feel so guilty while eating it.. haha.. my dad had some squid thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7140311.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that was also ok.. quite special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh ya, i nearly forget.. i managed to try the very famous gigantic chicken cutlet which this nite market is famed for. i actually tried it a few days later coz i was too full on monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7150351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 353px;" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/P7150351.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if u notice, the chicken cutlet is as large as my face!! and i took 10minutes juz to finish it!! and it got bones too.. but i muz say, its quite good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back to monday, so after strolling the nite market, me and my dad went back to our hotel to get some rest. to ease my guilt of eating so much, i did some sit ups.. and their television channels are so numerous, i was afraid i might explode the tv by changing too many channels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, and at that, i end my first day.. as u can see, the entry is SUPER loooooong.. so i shall leave the rest for another day.. stay tune! more interesting stuff will be coming up.. especially nice sceneries.. see u soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1712589848403910196?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1712589848403910196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1712589848403910196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1712589848403910196' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/taiwan%20trip/th_P1010288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2374397477241116222</id><published>2008-07-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:47:12.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Henry Lamer and the Dark Lamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi everyone!! i'm back from taiwan!! but i wun be talking bout it in this entry due to my computer's persistence in not assisting me to edit the photos i took, which happens to be quite a lot. so for now, i juz wan to do a little bit of a review for a movie i juz watched.. yup.. u guessed it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SINGIzO0tnI/AAAAAAAAABY/LG7Z0AYTSVc/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SINGIzO0tnI/AAAAAAAAABY/LG7Z0AYTSVc/s320/dark_knight_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225097109685188210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DARK KNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yup.. surprise u may be as to why i didnt use the batman version poster. the reasons i will explain later.. for now, pls bear wif me while i exclaim about how brilliant the film is. *ahem* here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT IS SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!! SUPER AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and yes it is! for those of u who have watched it, you will understand. and for those of you who haven, go catch it in the cinema near you. muz watch!! and to me, other than the awesome action and explosive effects, another factor that really made the film awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SINLFVMy4sI/AAAAAAAAABg/WWXN1vNP1pQ/s1600-h/heath_ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SINLFVMy4sI/AAAAAAAAABg/WWXN1vNP1pQ/s320/heath_ledger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225102547642147522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him.. yup.. the late heath ledger.. haiz.. i bet if he did not pass away, he will win the best actor award for the next oscars. but for now, i will award him my very own "Best baddie" award. out of all the movies i have watched, all the baddies i have known, no one can beat the joker. oh ya, in case u all still do not know, heath ledger, the guy above, is the joker, in a photo even higher above. shocking rite?!! i didn't believe it myself either. look so different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but anyway, he played the joker role fantastically. serious. he is so downright evil and twisted that i was so freaking impress.. and not only me, out there on the web and the rest of the world, many many people all feel that he deserves the oscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxKJgOZXEho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxKJgOZXEho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is one of the fews videos i can find on youtube for you to witness his brilliance. half the time i dun even believe he is acting, i tot he is the joker indeed!! the way he pay attention to all the small details, like licking his lips at times, his small little actions, show his evil side, and at the same time let him live up to his nickname of "The Joker". u juz can't help laughing despite his evilness. and all the plans he had, and also freaking awesome. but i shall not spoil it here for you all. go watch it den u will understand. =) i was so impressed about his acting that i can't stop thinking bout it even till now! and the way the joker saves the batman juz to have fun and all his sadistic ideas all made the character a big success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but lets be fair to the rest, the other actors were also pretty gd, batman, his humble butler&lt;/span&gt; alfred, batman's gear maker lucius fox all made the film a success. thier acting doesnt suck and hence adds on to the star rating of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i wud juz like to bring everyone's attention to another issue. coz thru the film, i learnt a few lessons too. i tot that the joker, sort of portray the evil side of everyone, the side that no one dares to show, but still shows it once in awhile. and yet, joker shows it all in the film. everyone possess it but i guess it takes courage to show it. like wat the joker experience in the movie, how wud anyone be able to be called "freak" all the time and yet not go crazy? Like the joker, such a person would be deem as an outcast. however, i'm not encouraging anyone to be evil. so dun misunderstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before i continue, muz say first, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;. so stay away if u wan to enjoy the movie fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;another lesson i learnt from the movie was the part where the joker planted 2 bombs in 2 separate ships. one ship consist of civilians, while the other consist of hard core criminals. both ships were give a detonator to blow up the other ship. and the joker told them for them to survive, they have to bomb up the other ship before 12 midnight, or else he will blow up both. initially, i was quite impressed with the joker's scheme. however, i started to wonder what exactly will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coz in previous scenes, the joker mention quite a few times how the real side of a person will surface at the last moment before he die and the so called civilised people will actually someday ended up killing each other. so, i was thinking exactly who will press the detonator. of course, one wud assume the criminals will be fighting with the officers on board for the detonator since they are criminals. however, that didnt really happen. the so called "civilised" people actually voted to bomb the other ship and u can really see the "joker" side of everyone bubbling thru. and guess wat, the ending was unexpected. at about 1 minute before 12, one of the criminal told the officer in charge, "I know you do not wish to feel the guilt of killing hundreds and yet you do not want to die, pass me the detonator, and i wud do what u shud have done 10 minutes ago." so he took the detonator, and threw it out of the ship's window!!! wat a surprise!! and in the other ship, one of the civilians said, "no one wants to get their hands dirty, i will do it." after picking up the detonator, and sweating a lot in the process, he gave up and place the detonator back in the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so in the end no one died. and batman told the joker, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there are good people in this world&lt;/span&gt;." which i think was quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so it really sets me to think, the initial reaction everyone wud have before that scene wud be someone will die coz the other ship will want to survive. it sort of shows that all of us, agrees with me that there is evil in all of us and if one of the ship do get bombed, we'll think, "aiya, i knew it. people are evil." it shows how cynical we are towards people nowadays. however, thru the twist of events at the end, i believe the director and the scriptwriter is trying to tell us, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there is still good in this world&lt;/span&gt;. do not believe everyone who is asking for donations are cheaters, do not believe everyone who looks evil are evil. believe that there is still good in all of us. laugh more, smile more, coz like wat the joker remind us time and time again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SIPph_FsPgI/AAAAAAAAABo/0J8HkIpFoNE/s1600-h/dark-knight-poster-joker-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SIPph_FsPgI/AAAAAAAAABo/0J8HkIpFoNE/s320/dark-knight-poster-joker-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225276762760166914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2374397477241116222?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2374397477241116222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2374397477241116222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2374397477241116222' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SINGIzO0tnI/AAAAAAAAABY/LG7Z0AYTSVc/s72-c/dark_knight_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2786377802042962535</id><published>2008-07-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:22:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. here you are.. so sorry to keep u waiting.. everytime u turn up on this page, u were expecting something new rite? so sorry that i took such a loooooooong time to do this. but anyway like they say, better late than never rite? haha.. so forgive me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been eons since i last blog.. mainly coz my ideas juz come and go, or they simply arrive in pieces, which i can't really arrange them into one nice entry.. so.. ya.. and rite now, i dun really know wat to type either. juz felt the need to update coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M GOING TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmMQmTdR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pPqsfAyURUw/s1600-h/taiwan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmMQmTdR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pPqsfAyURUw/s400/taiwan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222359459700754370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml.. yup.. haha.. so i can finally take a break from my very enriching national service life and experience a different culture and at the same time take a break.. yup.. haha.. sounds great eh? i guess i can count myself lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so if i rmb and is not too lazy, i will blog about my trip when i come back ya? =) but for now, let me see what i can blog about... hmmm... *searches the mental drawer, shuffling thru memories* eh...&lt;br /&gt;AH HA!!! i know.. haha.. i wanted to do this a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Henry Lamer and Miss Lamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was born, at different stage of my life, one question always pops up: What kinda girl do u like? whenever ppl ask me this, i will ponder a while, scratch my head and perhaps give some opinions on what kinda girls i like. and thru out my life, certain trends can be spotted among all my crushes. but i am not going to say wat.. haha. instead, i will juz share wat my dream girl will be like.. ok.. looks wise.. she muz be like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmO6_tjlFI/AAAAAAAAABA/XtmCxvrkQ08/s1600-h/anne_hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmO6_tjlFI/AAAAAAAAABA/XtmCxvrkQ08/s320/anne_hathaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222362387098866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna hathaway.. *stares dreamily* i fell in love wif her while i was watching "get smart". i think she's probably the prettiest girl alive!! together wif..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmPVrsv86I/AAAAAAAAABI/0pHBgFsOOj4/s1600-h/Liv+Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmPVrsv86I/AAAAAAAAABI/0pHBgFsOOj4/s320/Liv+Tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222362845583242146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liv tyler!! *stares dreamily again* both of them are very very pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, as we all know, looks isn't everything.. and the girl that can sum up the character of the girl i like will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmQBOf-GVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6AdxpkPutn0/s1600-h/avril-lavigne-the-best-damn-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmQBOf-GVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6AdxpkPutn0/s320/avril-lavigne-the-best-damn-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222363593659259218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. avil lavigne!! the best damn thing.. haha.. the reason why she appeals to me is because she's unique. i always stay by individuality. and the impression she gives me is that she doesn't care bout wat others think about her and she's juz being herself. i think thats really important. one should nvr be self conscious as everyone has their own gd points. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so thats it folks! the 3 women which sets the standard for Miss Lamer. yeah.. by now u muz be thinking i am crazy, dream on, no such person blah blah blah.. i totally agree wif u.. i also do not think such a person exist. so i will wan to remain single!!! haha.. see you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2786377802042962535?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2786377802042962535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2786377802042962535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2786377802042962535' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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/_LFL7pRNvsP0/SHmMQmTdR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pPqsfAyURUw/s72-c/taiwan.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-1641600992763504957</id><published>2008-06-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:53:43.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dunno wat to blog about.. so juz do this quiz.. since i was tagged.. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;il bet thats how they get these stuff gg. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;therefore, henry kong is tagged by vanessa koh!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll feel resigned and think that what's meant to be, is meant to be. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;world peace.. definitely.. but if i have a choice, can i have 10 more dreams to come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll tell u if i dream of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm.. a little bit i guess... ok, maybe a bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5. What is your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stupid as it may sound but, i always believe love is about feel. so whoever she is, the feeling will be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving someone, coz not everyone have the ability to show love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... as long as i wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll wish her all the best and hope that everything will turn out fine for her. If it doesnt, i'll say, "told you so!" =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;er.. it depends what i am tagged to do, in this instance, ok la.. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;10. How do you see yourself in ten years' time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see myself as a 29 year old person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;11. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very good fren..  highly lingusitically talented, dramatic and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;13. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at this point of time, single and rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;14. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think, "is it time yet?" followed by "stupid alarm clock" if i can hear it and den pick up my specs and leave my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;15. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, but as a normal human being, not all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a highly vague question. i agree with grace, do u even know whether they like you. but let's juz say we are in a perfectly perfect world and both of them likes me as well, i'll pick the one i feel more strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;17. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Humorous, talkative at times, quiet at others. Lovable, easy to talk to, mature, caring, loyal, a gd listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;18. What type of friends do you dislike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl wif low moral standards, freaking backstabbers, selfish and uncaring idiots, do the wrong things at the wrong time, insensitive, hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tagged: Rachael, Jia Jie, Yvonne, Audrey, Darren, Derek, Janice, Mattea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-1641600992763504957?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1641600992763504957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/1641600992763504957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1641600992763504957' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2185869738344985952</id><published>2008-05-25T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:24:57.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please.. everyone reading this blog.. Please, do donate generously to the earthquake victims from china.. These are some channels availiable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mercy Relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mercyrelief.org/give.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mediacorp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://8.mediacorptv.sg/articledetail.aspx?iid=EDC080522-0000011&amp;amp;kw=snackbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Singapore Red Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.redcross.org.sg/chinaearthquake_src_donate.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China may be very damn far away from us, but does not mean that we cannot do our part as a fellow human being to help them. One of the stories that really touched my heart was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mother in china died under a pile of rubble after the earthquake, in order to protect her baby, she held him in her arms so as to provide the warmth to keep him alive. When rescuer found the body of the mum, the baby was still alive. And after revealing the piece of colth that protected the baby, the rescuers found a handphone, with this loving message on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dear baby, if you are alive when you see this, please do know that mummy loves you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was in tears when i first heard this story on channel 8's charity programme.. it juz shows that no matter how heartless we think this world is, there is still love in this world.. so my dear frenz, pls, do show some love, we all need some and the victims in china needs it too.. so pls.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2185869738344985952?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2185869738344985952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2185869738344985952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2185869738344985952' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-2693980998994780988</id><published>2008-05-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:38:26.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He stands in the train, with one mission. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To get out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He starts moving. Defenders approaches him. One defender attempts to close him down. He spins and YES! He performs a magnificent maneuver to shake off his defender! What a move! As he nears the target, a horde of defenders swarm him. And here he goes. He took a right step, then to the left, did a trademark spin, OOOH! And he misses a dangerous plastic bag just by millimeters! Good move! And he continues, he slides to the left, slanted to the right, and with excellent reflexes, he shifted himself vertically and squeeze past two defenders, with seconds left on the clock, he pushes past three defenders, did a hip hop move by sliding to the left and YES! HE DID IT! HE HAS OVERCOME ALL ODDS AND ACHIEVE HIS TARGET!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Phew! I made it”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he steps gloriously away from the MRT train he just got out off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello everyone! I am back again. Its been sometime but I am here nonetheless.. Anyway, does the above adventure sound familiar? Or does your adventure more exciting.. Yes, today, my topic is of course…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Art of Dodging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even in a small country such as &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, crowds are an unavoidable problem. I am sure that like one of my fren, crowds are definitely on the top of your “10 things I hate most in this world”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But still, you have to deal with it, like me. How? Let me teach you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, “know thy enemy”. What do I mean? Very simply, make sure u know at which period of time the train, bus, shopping mall etc is the most busy. Of course, the most common three time slots are: The morning working time, ranging generally from 0630 to 0900. then you have the munchie time, also known as your lunch time, ranging from 1200 to 1400. Lastly, you have your home sweet home time, also know as your after office hours, ranging from 1700 to 1900. There might be other timing, so take note of that yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second, learn dancing, any from of dancing is fine. Why? Coz dancing improves the flexibility of your body, it allows you to twist, slide, slant and spin easily. For example, I am currently learning hip hop dancing. And sometimes during those peak hours, I get to use my moves to avoid heavy incoming traffic. As in seriously I do, I may glide to the left, and just do a half spin. Coz I am not someone who likes to slow down. So I devise ways to maintain my speed. So I may speed up a little to overtake, or like wat I mention, do a spin, slide a little and stuff.. yeah.. it works..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;find alternative travel routes. Instead of the route u take everyday, try and find another way(but not taxis). For example, u can try going to a nearby interchange to catch a bus, where u are almost 100% guaranteed of getting a seat and dun have to squeeze around with others. Or you can maybe walk to the previous bus stop so as to avoid some crowd.. things like that..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may have other wonderful ideas, so pls do share them by tagging on my tagboard(duh). Everyone could do with a few more ideas yeah? So I have impart 3 of my dodging skills to you, hope that it will help you in one way or another. Do give me some feedback if they fail terribly, coz u may be doing it wrongly.. see ya!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-2693980998994780988?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2693980998994780988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/2693980998994780988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2693980998994780988' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-7424658352763036878</id><published>2008-04-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:50:17.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the &lt;no&gt;&lt;no&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi everyone.. first and foremost, i wish to thank everyone who has kindly spend time to tag at my tagboard, giving me encouragement and support. really appreciate it.. =) and also, i wish to thank my frenz who sms or called me to ask how was i.. really appreciate it too.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm.. i guess i sort of feel better now.. Like my junior ming jie said, "... time to take of the sunglasses...". yup.. i mean, i dun feel me, to be not in contact with the world at large. I am not that kind of person. Yes, i still feel the disappointment, the inferiority, the sadness, the loss of life's direction... but i know life must still go on, staying stagnant at one point of life due to a setback wun help matters.. so i guess i will move, step by step...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, its been a really long time since i last blogged.. didn't really felt like blogging, so i didn't.. well, let's leave all my witty comments for the next entry.. for now, shall juz update everyone on a bit of what i have been doing in the pst few weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, i am currently a medical instructor in SCDF. my job scope is mainly to provide basic first aid knowledge to public and also to impart information on CPR. so basically, i get to visit schools, companies, industries, fire stations to give talks. i admit it is not as cool as my previous course which is a firefighter sergeant course, but still, my new job provides me with a whole new experience, and of course,  a very good opportunity for me to brush up on my public speaking skills(although it is already very good. =p). also, i get to meet different kinds of people, impatient ones, irritating ones, natural questionaires, sleepy heads, not fluent in english etc. so every talk given is a different experience.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since i spent about three quarter of my time in scdf, there is really nothing much to say about the other quarter.. coz i either spend that time at home or hanging out with my frenz. but one event so far which was quite memorable of the drama night i attended performed by juniors from NYJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its rather surprising that someone like me, who is usually non supportive of any kind of school events, actually turn up for both the chinese AND english drama performances this year(even though i graduated). But anyway, what left me such a deep impression bout the english drama performance was actually the last play, titled "Walls", written by the cousin of the teacher-in-charge of English Drama Club. i have to say that it was probably one of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; stage plays i have ever watched in my whole life. ok, fine. i may not have watch THAT many plays but still, it was a really good performance. the acting by the actors were so good that i was totally entranced by the performance and didn't even spare a few seconds to clap after every scene like the rest of the dumb audience(reason i said dumb is becoz i think it is so low class that u actually clap DURING the performance. Are u retarded? i mean, i feel that clapping should be reserved for after the performance, not during the performance, it ruins the show!! but still, the audience was mainly made up of adolescences and teens.. so that explains quite a bit.) And the performance is so good, i was so damn tempted to give a standing ovation at the end of the show. but my courage left me at the last moment so ya.. hehe.. but anyway, it was a fantastic performance, so good that i can feel every emotion displayed by the actors. and the only way they wun win gold with honours is if they get nervous during the SYF Central Judging day(or whatever u call that competition) if not , they juz have to win it.. it was damn good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess this post is sufficient to qualify as a comeback post. once again, appreciate all those who have offered me words of encouragement and thanks for visitng my blog even though i didn't update for so long. kinda surprise the veiwership didn't drop. so thanks a lot people! =) for now, goodbye and see u soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-7424658352763036878?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7424658352763036878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/7424658352763036878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7424658352763036878' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4089029757139361746</id><published>2008-03-22T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:55:07.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Lamer and the Unbearable Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm.. its been a really long time since i last blogged, rite? yeah.. i know.. and the last time i blog it was about some weird stuff which i think almost everyone dun understand. so its ok.. its over now.. i've got more pressing issues to deal with now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever heard of the phrase "fall from grace"? and no, in this case grace doesn't refer to a person. for the benefit of those who dun understand, it simply means someone who has dropped from the peak of his life to some deep abyss that no one will know u are down there.. that's how i am feeling now.. and it explains why my msn nickname is "death".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haiz.. i'm feeling miserable.. and i have not been feeling that for a long time.. i am not a miserable person as my frenz will know.. and i didn't know i am miserable person too.. what am i miserable about? well.. i got back my a level results, and it wasn't pretty. to put it simply, it sucked, big time. and initially i thought i would get over it, as in i am not someone who broods over bad results for a long time, coz i always believed there are more impt things than education. but now, i suddenly felt the full impact of being not able to get into a university. i wun be able to get a gd job(most probably), i would go down the social ladder and be part of those "left behind", i wun be able to provide a secure future for my parents or my brother.. yeah.. its bad.. very bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why a fall from grace? coz i was above average in secondary school, once getting an average of 70.1 for my results.. and now.. haiz.. and i always thought that i am the sociable kind and has lots of frenz.. but at times like this, when i simply do not have the strength to contact my frenz regarding my little issue here, none of them bother to contact me.. but wat disappoint me most is that my 2 best frenz, have not contacted me for a very very very long time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damn.. i am sounding whiny and that's the last thing i wan to become. but, i can't help it coz i can't seem to find any other channel to release my frustrations.. and worse still, i am outcasting myself from my class. WHAT?!!! how can that be possible?!! i loved my class.. so why am i doing this? coz i freaking feel that i dun belong there, they are the "future is bright" group. i am the "left behind" group. we are of different class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well done, sounding like a true loser in this entry. congrats dude, u have juz announce to the world u are a complete loser.. *smiles*good job.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know life still goes on. i haven totally given up yet. i am still applying for uni, i am still searching for alternative education routes. but things juz feel different.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;wait till she sees this entry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4089029757139361746?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4089029757139361746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4089029757139361746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4089029757139361746' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-5742976598541356284</id><published>2008-02-26T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:55:11.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess by now u are already sick and tired of me saying sorry everytime i do something wrong.. but i still have to say this coz i really dunno what else i can say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry for being irritated with u for something as stupid as u laughing at my favourite soccer club..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sorry for saying i am ur gd fren but yet wasn't there for u when u needed someone to be wif u at one of the worst moment in ur life rite now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sorry for being a lousy fren..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"is this the only thing u can say?" u may ask.. to be honest, yes it is.. i have no idea wat else to say at the current time.. i dun seek ur forgiveness, i rather u scold me, scream at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after such a huge loss, i cant say i fully understand ur pain and sorrow, coz i haven lost a close one before, and nvr wish too.. but still, i feel sadness for u, as i read thru wat u wrote.. really.. i was momentarily stunned, staring at my computer screen for minutes, thinking of wat i have juz read.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dunno when u will ever read this, maybe now, or never.. but if u do, i hope this entry is enough to let u know i care.. even though i no longer have the courage like i used to and say i'll be here for you no matter wat happens, but i still wish that u will lead a life of happiness and not pain or suffering.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-5742976598541356284?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5742976598541356284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5742976598541356284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5742976598541356284' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4671841609904645118</id><published>2008-02-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:54:20.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Lamer and The Story Of the Little Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi peeps.. i am back.. to blog about? nothing bout my army life.. coz it will probably be the same as the previous post.. and i guess my mind has became stagnant after all the mundane work in camp.. so therefore, i decided to share with u all the stories i kept in my email for a long time.. all the stories are either real meaningful, thought provoking, or juz pure sweet.. so the story for today is called... the last six words of my post title..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her hair was up in a ponytail..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her favorite dress tied with a bow.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she couldn't wait to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But her mommy tried to tell her, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she probably should stay home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the kids might not understand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she went to school alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she was not afraid; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knew just what to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What to tell her classmates &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of why he wasn't there today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still her mother worried, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For her to face this day alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that was why once again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She tried to keep her daughter home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the little girl went to school, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eager to tell them all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a dad she never sees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dad who never calls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everyone to meet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children squirming impatiently,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anxious in their seats. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One by one the teacher called, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A student from the class. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To introduce their daddy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As seconds slowly passed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last the teacher called her name, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every child turned to stare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each of them was searching, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a man who wasn't there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;"Where's her daddy at?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;She heard a boy call out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;"She probably doesn't have one,"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Another dared to shout.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And from somewhere near the back,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;She heard a daddy say,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;"Looks like another deadbeat dad,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Too busy to waste his day."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;The words did not offend her,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;As she smiled up at her Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And looked back at her teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Who told her to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;"My Daddy couldn't be here,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Because he lives so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;But I know he wishes he could be,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Since this is such a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And though you cannot meet him,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;I wanted you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;All about my daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And how much he loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;He loved to tell me stories&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;He taught me to ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;He surprised me with pink roses,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And taught me to fly a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And ice cream in a cone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And though you cannot see him,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;I'm not standing here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;"Cause my daddy's always with me,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Even though we are apart&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;I know because he told me,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;He'll forever be in my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;With that, her little hand reached up,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And lay across her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Feeling her own heartbeat,&lt;br 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/&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Who was wise beyond her years.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;For she stood up for the love&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;of a man not in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Doing what was best for her,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Doing what was 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&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;You see he was a fireman&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And died just this past year&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;When airplanes hit the towers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;And taught Americans to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; But sometimes when I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; It's like he never went away."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; And then she closed her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; And saw him there that day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; And to her mother's amazement,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; She witnessed with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; A room full of daddies and children,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; All starting to close their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Who knows what they saw before them,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Who knows what they felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Perhaps for merely a second,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; They saw him at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; "I know you're with me Daddy,"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; To the silence she called out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; And what happened next made believers,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Of those once filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Not one in that room could explain it,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; For each of their eyes had been closed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; But there on the desk beside her,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; That heaven is never too far&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;personally, i felt it is a lovely story.. and one which i used in class as a story telling sort of thing.. it ended sounding like a ghost story.. but nonetheless, hope u enjoy the story.. until next time.. see ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4671841609904645118?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4671841609904645118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4671841609904645118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4671841609904645118' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-5973174920829721588</id><published>2008-02-01T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:58:50.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Lamer and the Fallen Warrior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi everyone! i'm back again for the weekend.. and back to blog so as to update this internet site with cool music and pictures.. hope that everyone of u have been fine while i was in the other world.. anyway, back to the issue i wish to talk about today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have u ever had the feeling of wanting to do something, but u juz can't? not that u are not willing too, but u are juz bounded by some physical boundaries which prevents u from doing some stuff that u really wish to do? like how a blind man wishes to see, a deaf man wishes to hear and a lame man wishes to walk? is it their fault that they can't do those things? well, if they purposely hurt themselves den yes. but if not? if they are born with these deficiencies? if they get it thru accidents? is it still their fault? i dun think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm currently feeling all that.. coz i am unable to join my frenz for all the activities they are doing.. i cant join them for fire fighting, hose laying, wearing the fireman suit and running around sweating like a pig.. do i wan to do all that? yes i do. i agree it is tough, but still, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. why on earth wun i wan to miss it? i wun wan to, but i had no choice, coz i did my best in school, enduring stuff, and hurt myself.. guess i had to blame myself for parts of it due to neglect. but i dun regret it. wat i have done in odac are memories that i will switch nothing for.. i made frenz, gain new experience, and created great memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is it worth it to switch that 2 yrs of memories, for the 2 years of memories that i do not have a chance to experience? hmmm.. it is an unfair comparison.. but one thing i am sure of is, at least my time in odac is not filled with people abusing me while i perservere thru everything.. so ya.. and den again, i can always do something else other than fire fighting, maybe not as man i agree, but it will still be an experience, an experience for life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-5973174920829721588?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5973174920829721588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/5973174920829721588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5973174920829721588' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-6812995568830149978</id><published>2008-01-19T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:06:55.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Return of the Botak Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone.. i'm back to blog, after a 2 weeks absence from the blogosphere.. other than the highlight of coming home from camp, ns life is relatively erm.. standard.. ya.. can't disclose much here coz according to my frenz, i'm bound by some section 33, act 29, number 23 rule that says that i cant reveal anything that is related to ns life.. so ya.. but juz to give u guys a sneak look into life at camp by saying in a very bizzare manner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week was like orientation. i lost some stuff on my head. got some new stuff to wear and stuff in my bag, got a surprise i can go home every weekend as long as me and my frenz dun screw up. Food has been relatively not bad despite the nasty rumours. people are nice to get along with, new rules and discipline to follow. it was basically like sch, i mean the first week, lectures, lessons etc.. its like a boarding school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to the second week.. compared to the second week, first week was like heaven. second week, is like going into a nightmare u think u will never wake up from. if god allowed Man to have replaceable arms and legs, i will take them. if god allows muscles to be grown overnight, i'll take them. for u civilians who think that ur life is erm.. not gd enough, pls do join me in camp... i'll make sure u will enjoy ur stay in the outside world much more enjoyable after one week of camp. =) of course, freedom was generally more available compared to the previous week. coz i changed camp, to go for some elite course kinda thing though i dun feel like an elite at all.. but for me, i had to sit by the sidelines and see my frenz go thru ____ coz i got excuse due to my badly worn out knee.. and everything is made _____ when u have people like SOH talking to u with a volume of a Linkin Park concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for juz 2 weeks, my life has changed drastically. i learn loads, and i realise even more than last time, to treasure the people around me.. ya.. juz cant stand the thought that i have to go thru this for 2 yrs. maybe like wat others say, it will make me into a better person.. *shrugs shoulders* see u guys.. will definitely blog soon... as in within one week or two.. haha.. take care, miss u guys.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-6812995568830149978?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6812995568830149978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/6812995568830149978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6812995568830149978' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4538744264404377930</id><published>2008-01-07T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T05:41:27.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry Lamer and The Neverending Sickness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everyone.. this is going to be my last post for the coming next two weeks.. why? coz i will be going NS soon.. which stands for National Stupidity.. OH CRAP!! sorry!! governement!! dun arrest me.. i typo only.. i mean National Service.. ya.. so i wun have time to blog.. so u guys dun miss me too much yeah? haha.. u can contact me by dropping me a sms.. i'll most probably check my phone every saturday nite.. so i wun reply so quickly.. so meanwhile, shall end with this song which i compose myself.. i mean the lyrics part.. so enjoy.. if u dunno how to sing, go any website that has a song search engine and find it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 12 days of NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the first day of NS my sergeant said to me: "do more push up or u will get punished(drag the get)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the second day of NS my sergeant said to me: "Eat less food, *repeat previous line*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the third day of NS my sergeant said to me: "Listen to me, *repeat previous 2 lines*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the fourth day of NS my sergeant said to me: "Shut, your, mouth. *repeat previous 3 lines*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the fifth day of NS my sergeant said to me: "Sleep less than eight, *repeat previous 4 lines*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the sixth day of NS my sergeant siad to me: "Polish your boots, *repeat previous 5 lines*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the seventh day of NS my sergeant said to me: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, i ran out of things my sergeant can say to me.. coz i haven really experience NS life yet.. so when i come back, maybe i will add to the list.. to all my frenz, close frenz, good frenz, best frenz, boy frenz, girl frenz, small frenz, big frenz, take gd care of yourself.. no matter wat happen, smile and be happy!! See ya!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4538744264404377930?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4538744264404377930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4538744264404377930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4538744264404377930' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-3890986721569811444</id><published>2008-01-03T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:21:58.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Henry Lamer and The Dragon's Lair 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey.. i am back.. ok.. i shall continue wif my disneyland pics before i enter ns.. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left off, at the photo taking session wif the cartoon characters.. after that, we went to adventureland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the main attraction is that we can take a boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around a river and see loads of stuff, like fake elephants, alligators(or crocs), fire breathing caves, and of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="596" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140325.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorillas.. notice on the far end one gorilla is hanging a pair of boxers with hearts. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, we got to visit the treehouse of Tarzan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 608px; HEIGHT: 600px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140326.jpg" width="689" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="508" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140324.jpg" width="613" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, forgot to mention, Tarzan is a modern dude.. he even got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 631px; HEIGHT: 499px" height="540" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140334.jpg" width="691" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's our man hanging with his favourite girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="530" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140333.jpg" width="647" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea this little dude belongs to who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="609" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140328.jpg" width="645" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, ;et me introduce to u Tarzan's foster mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140329a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140329a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his worst enemy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="546" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140327.jpg" width="641" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we also saw this pyramid look-alike thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="547" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140331.jpg" width="652" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats basically it for adventureland.. we also watch a lion king show.. but no flash was allowed.. so the pictures were all black.. yup.. den we also had our lunch there.. and their bowls, had little micky mouse ears as handles.. haha.. cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another highlight of the trip would be the parade.. so i shall juz post loads of pictures.. starting from.. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140337-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140337-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="562" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140336.jpg" width="630" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="581" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140335.jpg" width="634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="542" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140350.jpg" width="620" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="580" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140338.jpg" width="615" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="589" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140339.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="588" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140351.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="518" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140352.jpg" width="602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats alice from alice in wonderland by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="557" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140340.jpg" width="568" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="594" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140353.jpg" width="595" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="596" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140354.jpg" width="616" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 593px; HEIGHT: 535px" height="558" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140343.jpg" width="627" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140341a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140341a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginger bread man.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140344a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140344a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140347a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140347a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the princesses carriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140348a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140348a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140345.jpg" width="601" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="594" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140346.jpg" width="602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seven princess.. oh crap.. sorry, i mean seven dwarves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="584" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140356.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little mermaid.. i wasnt quick enough to take her front view.. bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140354-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140354-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her starfishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="538" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140357.jpg" width="589" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="543" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140358.jpg" width="616" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="494" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140359.jpg" width="579" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toys story crew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="561" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140360.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140350-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="592" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140350-1.jpg" width="556" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="587" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140362.jpg" width="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disneyland mascots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140363.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="551" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140363.jpg" width="584" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140364.jpg" width="586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140361a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140361a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140361a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140361a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats basically all for the parade.. now to the next highlight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday at disneyland, there will be a lighting up session of sleeping beauty's castle, and a firework session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140373-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140373-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140372a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140372a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now.. u didn't actually believed that i was not going film the whole extravanganza down did u? haha.. of course i did.. but viewer discretion.. coz the graphics are not fantastic due to the presence of many people there.. and also, my memory card ran out of memory.. so sorry.. but still, enjoy.. watching fireworks while listening to "a whole new world" is a whole new experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O91GHu9pJco" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5kvQzoGGAI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hIcliw-O8g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sad to say this ba.. there is a really nice video.. but its too big.. so i cant upload it.. so sorry.. =( oh ya, one more video.. is not fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMpgChYrFOQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats winnie the pooh for u.. haha.. oh ya, den we took this funny train around disneyland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;current=PC140365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140365.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and juz to show u the large number of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;current=PC140381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;current=PC140383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140383.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is well in disneyland.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps.. i shall post more pictures about my china trip real soon, so keep tuning in.. for now, Henry Lamer, signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-3890986721569811444?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3890986721569811444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/3890986721569811444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3890986721569811444' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-4717417471166507420</id><published>2007-12-31T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:34:50.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all!! so sorry that i am not uploading more pictures of disneyland.. but i promise i will do so in the coming days yeah? so, i am spending the last one and a half hour of 2007 blogging.. ignore wat the time it shows below coz its screwed.. but it is 10.47pm now.. so ya.. no countdown parties, no sleepovers, no late night out, no alcohol, no loud music, no screaming voices.. juz me, in my quiet santuary with the computer..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, the year is coming to an end now.. so much to say but yet dunno where to start.. hmm.. guess i will do a bit of reflection first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the last day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for those of u who frequent my blog.. hope u rmb that last yr, i listed impt events in 2006.. but i didnt this time.. y? coz there isn't any.. coz 2007 was a year whereby much was focus on studies.. due to the unavoidable major exams called A levels which i am sure some of u reading this know wat i am talking about.. it wasn't a breeze, irregardless of ur intelligence.. but it was harder for me coz my results were bad.. how bad? it was bad to the extent that i am probably the bottom 20% of the entire school.. which means, there are probably less than 100 people whose results are worse than mine.. so that says something.. therefore, i had the added pressure that if out of the entire school, 5% do not make it to university, i have a high chance of being one of them.. yup.. it was this bad.. anyway, i am sure some of u know how bad it was due to my entries that repeatedly mention how i muz not give up etc etc.. ya, so.. but anyway, its all over now.. all i can do now is enjoy myself and pray.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmm.. wat else.. i guess this year was significant too due to the fact that i finally have juniors to bully in my cca, Nanyang Junior College Outdoor Activities Club.. ok.. maybe not bully, more like they bully me.. but still, it was an enjoyable experience, due to the fact that there were 40 of them(although the faces were changing non stop), so there were 40 different personalities to interact with, some more than others.. naughty as they were, they were still a fun bunch to be wif.. and i was able to display my unexplainable ability to interact wif juniors, no matter wat kind.. haha.. but anyway, it was fun to have them in the club and every moment together was memorable..(it does not necessarily mean good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last hour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and of course, how can i forget bout the 24 people in my class that i have grown to like over the past few years.. i keep blogging entries about them that i am sure u guys are sick of me saying it again.. but its the last time, so forgive me yeah? haha.. actually i also dunno wat to say coz i have already said it so many times.. so juz wan to say that its been a great year with them, despite the differences.. i guess all of us has grown more acceptable to each other(or so i think) and come to accept the fact that it is impossible for everyone to get along with everyone.. so we juz have to compromise with one another and spare a thought for others with our actions.. yup.. love u guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its ending..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, that is all for 2007 i guess.. am i going to list my new year resolutions now? well.. i'm not going to.. why not? coz i am about to enter a new phase of my life next year.. that is National Service.. ok now, dun get so excited for those of u who know wat it is and dun scratch ur head so vigorously for those of u who dun.. let me explain for the benefit of those who dun.. National Service, as the name suggest, is service to the nation, for all boys age 18 and above, they can either be shooting bullets at other countries, chasing crooks in cars with lights on the roof top, or spraying water at buildings on fire.. ya.. i am going to be spraying water.. for the next TWO years.. so, i cant think of much new year resolution for that kinda life, unless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1)Learn how to hold a fire hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Learn to aim the fire hose at a burning building instead of the nosy neighbour beside it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Do not upset my sergeant for more than 3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so on and so for.. so that wun make sense, wud it? haha.. so, instead of new year resolution, i shall juz state wat i expect my self to be doing, behave, develop into, think about and expecting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its all going to live in memory..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My New Year Dos and Don'ts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) *sigh* finally, my parents are not going to give me any pocket money, coz i am receiving pay. so for the first month, people, pls DON'T expect me to come out.. coz i have no cash!! AHHH!!! so anyway, u muz understand k? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Having to finally experience the full blown impact of saying, "I am an adult", i guess actions really speak louder than words.. i have to be more responsible, and start contributing to the family, instead of coming home to play computer everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Haiz.. now that i have reached the foot of the mountain of adulthood, am i still allowed to be lame and crazy? am i still allowed to be childish and behave retardedly sometimes? hmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) unlike most of my frenz, i am actually kinda looking forward to National Service.. why? coz i tot i sort of get shut out from the world, and do some reflection on my own.. and most imptly, i get to stay away from girls awhile.. I AM NOT GAY!! its juz that.. mixing with girls is quite erm.. challenging.. ya.. haha.. therefore, i juz tot that u know, stay wif all boys for awhile, experience a different form of lifestyle.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) heard that civil defence have a lot of different characters, so guess i will have to work my charm to make new frenz.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6) heard that cd has the worst food out of all the divisions.. who wan to mail me food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7) Goodbye to her i guess.. yes yes yes.. "her" is the girl i like.. and goodbye because its over.. we agreed to be frenz, but i think things will become more simpler than frenz.. haiz.. maybe strangers.. dun ask me why.. i'm not saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye 2007...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i guess thats it for now.. yeah.. 7 concerns.. not a lot huh? haha.. lucky seven.. oh my, its the new year already.. 00.24am.. so shall wish everyone have a great and fruitful year ahead.. if u think u experience ur worst yr ever last year, den u have nothing to worry about.. why? coz it cant get any worse since its the worst already.. =) so to everyone out there, a super big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and i ams ure everything will go ur way in this new year, get enuff slp , drink enuff water, exercise more, make more frenz, but keep in contact with old ones, smile more, laugh more, be crazy more. help others more, be considerate more, share more. say more jokes, laugh at people jokes more, think more, dream more, hope more.. thats should be all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello 2008..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756170-4717417471166507420?l=henryandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4717417471166507420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756170/posts/default/4717417471166507420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henryandlife.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4717417471166507420' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15094660243900560731</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756170.post-5062143246171994063</id><published>2007-12-23T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:18:57.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Henry Lamer and the Dragon's Lair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone!! i'm back after so long.. coz i was busy uploading photos to photobucket and i am in a gd mood now coz i manage to fix my mp3!!! haha.. anyway, now that its so near to christmas, let me blog something bout christmas on my China trip.. Ladies and gentlemen, i am proud to announce, at the age of 18 years, 11 months and 2 days.. i have finally been to...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140271-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140271-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yup.. finally.. in hong kong.. ok.. i know it says disneyland resort in the picture but its pretty mucht he same thing coz the park is located near the resort.. the cool thing about disneyland is that everything here is about disneyland, for example.&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140272-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140272-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their subway station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140273-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140273-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their man hole.. or should it be "mouse" hole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140274-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140274-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the fountain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the place was amazing.. no wonder kids love it so much, and adults love it too coz it makes them feel young.. anyway, to enter the park, u need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140276-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140276-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets.. yup.. pretty isnt it? i kept a few of them juz for memory sake.. oh ya, juz to let u guys know.. this entry will be full of pictures.. so since pictures speak a thousand words, this entry will probably have millions of words.. so if ur com is laggy, u may wan to leave now.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, upon entering, my family took a picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140277-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140277-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: the guy in green shirt is NOT family*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for our favourite mouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140279-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140279-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the word "disneyland" at the back? ta da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon entering the park, we saw a sign which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140280-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140280-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we saw disneyland's favourtie vehicle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140281-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140281-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder where's cinderella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, boys being boys, me and my brother decided to visit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140282-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140282-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. in tomorrowland, we basically meet the sci-fi side of disney, like all the aliens u can think of, like Stich(i forgot how to spell), Zurg from Toys story, and of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140289-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140289-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hero, buzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a ride in tomorrowland, called space mountain. its basically an indoor roller coaster with loads of turns and quite lame actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140283-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140283-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den me and my bro took another ride that involves us holding this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140287-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140287-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helping buzz lightyear to shoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140288-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140288-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zurg, the purple colour guy, not the black one.. we were suppose to shoot at little "Z"s and get scores.. quite cute.. haha.. and guess wat? i got to take a picture with my hero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140290-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140290-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!! how cool is that? how many of you out there had chances to take picture with cartoon characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after the crazy adventures in tomorrowland, we went to santa's workshop and took pictures with santa and his elves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140294-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140294-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the male elf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140295-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140295-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the female one.. notice my name and my brother's name is at the back..(with a bit of typo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140297-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140297-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the man himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, we proceeded to fantasyland.. wat happen at fantasyland? find out next on "Henry Lamer and the Dragon's Lair 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we entered fantasyland, and we saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140301-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140301-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140298-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140298-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty's castle!! pretty neat huh? oh ya, did i mention hong kong girls are hot? here's the reason why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140299-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140299-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.. every guys' dream princess.. *look in the air with daze look* oh, erm.. sorry.. let me continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon entering, we went to took a ride which involves 4 of our favourite frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140305-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140305-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC140302-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q52/harrypotter_gang/PC140302-1.
