<?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-8519932629926528233</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:59:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>What I have to share with you that I think should help.
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Now I bring a different angle towards it.&lt;br /&gt;When you have true friends by your side, it gives you the sense of security and completeness.&lt;br /&gt;Having a true friend allows you to&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; put down your defence walls&lt;/span&gt;. Allows you to &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;share your inner thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Allows you to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;be who you are&lt;/span&gt; not not masking around your true self. Allows you to e&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;xpress who you truly are inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise this as well,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; the people who hurt you the most are usually your true friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Why? Because we have got so close that we expect most from them. In life we sometimes forget that we are only human, and we make mistakes. So when we do something wrong, it would disappoint the other most for they expect more from you. It is normal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they do, seems to have big impacts on you. Life can be awesome all the way, but once you have that bond, your true friends becomes what makes your life awesome. They have a significant piece of your life and you have a significant piece of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about true friends is that no matter what the problems they face, be it crushed, stepped down, kicked, or being stabbed in the back, they are &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ready to provide their shoulder to you. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;They stand by you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. They listen to you, take in your crap, for they understand you. We need true friends in our lives =).&lt;br /&gt;So when the friendship is put to the test, the joy out of every argument or fight is that they know, that the friendship shall grow &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;, they shall&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; forgive&lt;/span&gt; each other, and continue to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; one another.&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends, but few true friends.....And I will never, let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A real friend is loyal and sticks closer than a brother/sister. Loyalty makes a person attractive, it is better to be poor than dishonest. Wounds from a sincere friend are better than kisses from the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1081098316023408651?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1081098316023408651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2012/02/true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1081098316023408651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1081098316023408651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2012/02/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2774441546807083584</id><published>2012-01-29T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:52:23.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Human Honestly =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Lord had to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; me so many times to teach me. With His grace and mercy I embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do feel bad and guilty but I understand the meaning of His forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Bible says in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 1:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that if we confess our sins, He our faithful God will forgive us....and &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;PURIFY &lt;/span&gt;us. See the word there? Purify, cleanse us, clean us from all impurity. That is the beauty. I am only human, I stumble so many times until I cannot count no more. But the Bible also says, in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Corinthians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that His grace is sufficient for us and that His power is made perfect in our weaknesses. See what I am telling you? &amp;nbsp;Humans, are weak in almost every aspect. But God ables us to do things.&lt;i&gt; I am weak! I boast in my weakness! &lt;/i&gt;To show you how God will work through me to do amazing things. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;It depends on Him, I depend on Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through that, Glory is given to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we are weak, He gives us strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we say we cannot do it, He says my grace is sufficient for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we say I am not able, He says I am able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; we say I am not love, He says I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;we say I am all alone, He says I will never leave you nor forsake you.&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;He is ceterius paribus( constant )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am merely human, nothing but a lump of clay....But God loves this lump of clay and I will love Him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lord I thank you for always being there for me, for giving me the wisdom and guidance. I thank you for giving me talents and skills that is a blessing to many. I thank you for the friends you have given me.....&lt;br /&gt;Now Lord I do not wanna always pray for myself. I wanna pray for my friends and family, my church,the country too. I do not always need to pray for my needs because I know so well you would provide them. Trust in you and everything will fall into place. Patience you give me, I finally have. I may not see your full purpose for me but I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Little by little you are giving me understanding. Thank you lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Jeremiah 29: 11 says " For I know the plans I have for you are good and not for disaster, to give you a future and hope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2774441546807083584?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2774441546807083584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-human-honestly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2774441546807083584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2774441546807083584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-human-honestly.html' title='Being Human Honestly =)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3751230741854582896</id><published>2011-12-27T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:52:58.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony(My Grandmother)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So lately I haven't been updating my blog. I'll tell you why now. After my finals, I had to go to Penang, to visit my ill grandmother. My mother was pestering me and my brother to hurry back afraid she would not make it. My friends could see it in my face that I was troubled. So I did go to Penang with my friends on one Sunday morning. BTW, my grandmother suffered from cancer of the pancreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seeing my grandmother...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock, she was so frail and thin. I ask her how was she and she replied &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;" What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;. I said " You look, very thin grandma" and she nodded. She was really weak. The next day she could not speak at all. She had no energy to open her eyes or even utter a word, just moan. My mother was taking care of her for the pass three weeks. I came and helped her out. My mum was teaching me how to take care of her and asked me to do it. Amazingly my grandmother was recovering. The next day she could talk. After that she could read the newspaper and started giving instructions to clean the house, wipe the windows and all. An indication she was very alert indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Challenge...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came one morning, my mother received a call...to return to Melaka(my hometown) for sign an option letter where the government has introduce their service till 60 years old. She would be gone for three days. My mum, looked at me and said&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; " You take care of grandma okay?"&lt;/span&gt;, I said okay. So she taught me, what kind of milk to make, what supplements to add, how to feed her, how to carry her, stay with her. I had to sleep by her side. I took up that challenge&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;As any other teenage kid, one would be reluctant to take care of an old ill person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I'd be honest with you, it is not something to look forward to. Out of love, I stayed back and cared for her. The next three days without my mother was indeed challenging for me. I had help from my grand aunty and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Emergency...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, morning went fine, I fed her her breakfast, medicine, let her brushed her teeth, carried her to the portable toilet. Till afternoon around 4.20pm when she asked to pass water, and as I carried her, she fell back down to the bed breathing heavily. Her tummy was too painful(from the cancer) till it was unbearable. I panicked &amp;nbsp;a moment. Called my aunty and uncle to come and help. I called my mum feeling despondent at the moment. All I knew was what to do. Obviously for this case I could not handle an emergency crisis. So I administered morphin to her and her pain killer meds. That was all. The next days were tough, she would not eat, she was sleepy, she was very weak....I applied 'minyak angin' on her tummy as she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The perfect irony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, that night I called my mum&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; " Mum I just dont know what to do already please come back quickly"&lt;/span&gt; as I felt something was a miss, my grandmother was just so weak compared from before. That night I fed her and she could barely eat. Her stomach pain was somewhat gone but she developed a cough. At 3 a.m she woke me up. I asked whether she needed water, she nodded, I gave her a cup and then she did not want to drink. Then I asked her what she wanted, and she began mumbling. So all I did was pat her back so that she could cough. I administered physiotherapy on her back but she had no energy to even cough. I asked her what she wanted but she did not respond. She just shook her head. so I off the lights and just continued patting her back. It was all I could do. I stopped after ten minutes. I could not sleep. I was checking up on her every moment. I felt the angel of death near. That morning I woke up at 7.50 a.m. I saw her eyes were wide open and I thought I woke her up. I called out to her but did not respond. She was cold. She was...not breathing anymore. I woke the whole house up, they all confirmed she was gone. I was, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum.&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;." Mee( what i call my mum), grandma pass away already..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony, on her last night, none of her children were with her, my mum in Melaka, my aunty caught up in workload , my uncle was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lesson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to have the chance of bonding with my grandmother. I had to chance to take care of her. I had the chance to love her. I had a chance to really know her from the testimonies of her church members.&lt;br /&gt;While she was alive, I prayed for her, shared the Word with her. Words of assurance like Matthew chapter 6:28 " Not to worry...". Or in Corinthians 12:9 " My grace is sufficient...".&lt;br /&gt;Who can straighten a road God has made crooked. In &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 " For I know the plans I have for you are good and not evil, to give you future and hope.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3751230741854582896?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3751230741854582896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-testimonymy-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3751230741854582896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3751230741854582896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-testimonymy-grandmother.html' title='My Testimony(My Grandmother)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7680618126639234674</id><published>2011-12-08T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:13:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we know about a relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do we really know about relationships? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;You claim we know them&lt;/i&gt;, but...Do we? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do we really understand the administration and decrees of a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; People today just get into a relationship and when asked the question 'why?'....They can't seem to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do we know what we are getting into actually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days all I see are people getting together and breaking up. Sad scene indeed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you like someone and they like you back, is that a reason to get into a relationship? Probably, but are the premises strong enough to make it lasting? You may also say "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; She/He is loving, caring , generous, kind, sweet, fun,etc....that is why I like her/him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". True. These may be the reasons. If he/she was not that way initially, you may not fall in love. But, that is just the surface on getting onto a relationship don't you think? The other factors that come in are like time, how you compromise, how serious are you, objectives, motives and so on. I mean like, you say you found " The One" I say,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"The One" only plays half the part of a relationship, the next part that comes in is commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have said it a thousand times before, from my knowledge, the main destroyer of relationships is selfishness. If one is selfish, they will only think of themselves and not their partner thus, the relationship never progresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another factor is preference in relationship. Are you the type that you hv to find a girl that is compatible at every aspect or using the concept 'opposites attract'? Are you the type that wants experience getting into a relationship or just having one person forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The issue here is, do we know what we are getting into? Is there significance in your decision when you say you want to get into a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is what you are saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I like/love him/her&lt;/span&gt;" really what you meant or based on feelings rather than adding in analyzation as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I myself do not know what getting into a relationship really mean. For me I would say...Why get into a relationship if you do not see any proper clear future ahead. You get into a relationship out of flattery? out of pity? Out of peer pressure? Out of conformity? Out of the fact that people say you look good together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Think about it. I do not wish to bore you any further, but just think....=) Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;FYI, it is not wrong to get into one, but just know what you're getting into.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7680618126639234674?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7680618126639234674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-we-know-about-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7680618126639234674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7680618126639234674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-we-know-about-relationship.html' title='What do we know about a relationship?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5982219581163071941</id><published>2011-11-24T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:55:59.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we truly know Him/Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before I begin, the title that started with a 'him' instead of 'her' has nothing to do with sexism.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;There is only so much we can know about a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Truth be told no matter how much one can disclose, there is always one part of a person that you do not know. The secret background of the person. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The thing is, we are never truly ourselves when we are in the public. Even with your best friend, there is always that 10% of you that you may be hiding, be it consciously or not. We put on a mask for the world to see everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me tell you the moment when I can be truly myself is when I am with my family&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You may say you know the person. True, but only to a certain extend. The person next to you may be a ex-convict, the person opposite you that wears pink pants is actually a PhD holder, the person going crazy jumping around can be a Motivational speaker. You never know. =_=(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;yup you never do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People see me as outgoing always so joyful and happy and carefree( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;actually I look carefree but I am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;). They know I have a loving family. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Do they know me?&lt;/span&gt; Have I told anyone &amp;nbsp;anything of me? People do tend to judge saying I have a good life and nothing happens to me, I do not understand what they go through cause I had it perfect, easier said than done, blah blah blah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hey, may I say that I have my own set of problems that you do not know and probably will not know cause it is unnecessary to tell you what I go through in my life everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me tell you this... My life on Earth is partly to make people happy( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;a small portion of my life mission in layman language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;s indeed blessed and fun cause no matter what, I try to make the best out of it even though I fall sometimes. Me, believing my needs are met every time, I choose to bless others If I am capable. I have not much wants and I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So this is it peace out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Remember There is only so much we can know about a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5982219581163071941?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5982219581163071941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-we-truly-know-himher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5982219581163071941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5982219581163071941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-we-truly-know-himher.html' title='Do we truly know Him/Her?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1148804063040799381</id><published>2011-11-20T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:21:59.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Err is Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We....are.....only...human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are nothing but a lump of clay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;We are imperfect in many ways yet beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone has their own problems not only you. If you observe a little more, you will see that everyone wants someone beside them when they are sad, everyone just wants company, everyone needs answers, everyone is searching for the right thing, not only you.&lt;br /&gt;We continue to do wrong, and judge, condemn, compare, be ignorant, be insensitive and lose ourselves along the way. We are only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUMAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and no doubt we all need help. Remind yourselves that no one is in control. We cannot control the circumstances that happens to us. Everyone has their own little cry in their hearts that needs to be mended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;We get hurt, we have broken families, &amp;nbsp;we all get lonely, we all have trouble letting go, we all go through SHIT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of us go through all of this at some point in life. But is the answer to get all worked up over it? Be depressed? Get mad? Act as if everything is falling apart? Indeed no. I lost myself this week being overwhelmed by situations that are out of my control but still I pulled though although not in my best moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try, being more sensitive towards your surroundings. Being sensitive helps you to be empathetic. Being empathetic helps you to understand and thus learn that sometimes, it is not all about you, it is not just you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(P.S: I am not referring to anyone if you are asking)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me God has always met my needs when I am there for others. I do not have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;He cares for you. He loves you. He will provide for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;To err is human, to forgive is divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1148804063040799381?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1148804063040799381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-err-is-human.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1148804063040799381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1148804063040799381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-err-is-human.html' title='To Err is Human'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7624753560644675618</id><published>2011-10-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:03:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallet Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Before I begin, lets just say I had the best Deepavali ever!!! All Thanks to Sasi. So As you have read the headlines...I lost my wallet for a moment.Yeap&lt;br /&gt;So I was on my way to my University which is HELP. After hanging out with my friends for about one and a half hours I noticed my pocket was flat. I was like " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Oh My GOSH!!!! I lost my wallet!!!&lt;/span&gt;" I searched high and low , up and down, everywhere and concluded it fell somewhere. Last move is to call my brother. The whole time I was telling God " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;What you want to teach me? What is this? Ok ok I'll praise you in the storm no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;" So I kept praising God. Then God gave me peace and I was calm. I was reminded that we should rejoice in all circumstances in the Bible. I said to myself " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ok God whatever it is, You are in control.&lt;/span&gt;". So i called my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Ko, I lost my wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bro: Oh My Gosh........&lt;/div&gt;Blah blah blah....concluded that a police report is needed to be made.&lt;br /&gt;He came with his wife, i told him to go to the bus station making an assumption that i left my wallet in the bus. We drove there and went to the headquarters&lt;br /&gt;The next conversation are actually in Bahasa Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Sir, have you seen a wallet white in colour anywhere around in the bus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Bus Driver: Ask the drivers around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Er,... The bus driver is not here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;BD: Oh you mean the fat one with a cap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: yeah yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;BD: He is not here yet...you hold on ya?&lt;/div&gt;Just as he said that, 5 seconds later the bus came. I ran towards it and waited for him to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Sir did you see any wallet in your bus earlier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;BD: What colour is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;BD: You serious?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Serious?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;So we went searching in the bus and my sister-in-law went to the place I sat and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;The Wallet was there~!!!! Untouched, everything was still in it! Praise the Lord. Woohoooo! Miracle. The whole time no one took it. Filled with joy I rejoiced hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Lost and Found, my wallet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7624753560644675618?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7624753560644675618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/wallet-lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7624753560644675618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7624753560644675618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/wallet-lost-and-found.html' title='Wallet Lost and Found'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8133668908138119006</id><published>2011-10-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:14:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So today the moment i woke up everyone was gone. Who do I stay with? My brother, sister-in-law, and her brother. So I figured one went to work while the newly weds went shopping or something. So i waited and waited doing my term paper. Morning went to afternoon, then evening.&lt;br /&gt;Called my mum several times saying that "koko"( brother) is not home.&lt;br /&gt;So 11pm my mum told me to call him and this was how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone dialing ...toot toot toot toot...me(worried)...toot toot toot toot...why isn't he picking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Brother: Hello?( In a tired sleepy voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Ko...Where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Brother: Er Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Oh ya ya you were saying about going to Penang (sweat sweat sweat I had no idea at all? never tell me.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Brother: Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Me: Ok bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Hangs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face.....imagine the face ( You're dead to me) and then =.=lll ultimate sweat,.&lt;br /&gt;for those who do not know where or what Penang is...Penang is a state in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8133668908138119006?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8133668908138119006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/bombed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8133668908138119006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8133668908138119006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/bombed.html' title='Bombed...'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2855348540637470654</id><published>2011-10-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:36:42.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am a boy, just living in Malaysia doing what he does best.&lt;br /&gt;People say I am a "&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;holy,holy&lt;/span&gt;" person because I do not drink, smoke, get drunk or be crude and all. Wrong. Not doing all those things does not make me holy. No one is holy. It is just that I do not get involve with these activities because the consequences can be heavy. I am just an ordinary human with an ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed blessed with a good life but that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;does not make me free from problems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may seem calm in hard times that is because &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I know what matters most&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;I may seem to worry less because if i spent today worrying about tomorrow I cannot give my best for today for tomorrow's worry are meant for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp; know what I am doing in life that is because &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I know what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;.( begging the question)&lt;br /&gt;I am just &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt; as everyone of you. I am just as a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; as everyone of you. I am just &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; as everyone of you. As humans, I also like to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;indulge with myself, my feelings, my anger, my happiness, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human I tend to be unfair. I will not succumb to societal expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Reminder that the person who hurts you the most is usually the person closest to you. That is because you expect so much from them and tend to forget, they are just humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;There's no such thing as perfect people, there's no such thing as a perfect life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;So I come as I am, broken and scared and be changed by a Perfect God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God by my side, He helps me change. He makes me different with the intention to be more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Who I am. A man with a mission in life. Just like everyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2855348540637470654?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2855348540637470654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2855348540637470654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2855348540637470654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2844327279173086477</id><published>2011-09-25T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:32:52.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ordinary man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Working for a living. Doing a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;routine job everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Wakes up, drives to work, works till evening, comes home for dinner, reads the newspaper, then sleeps. Simple , normal life. Dull...indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One day he wakes up late. Arrives at his office 10 minutes late. Hands in his paper work and the boss is unsatisfied with it.The Boss scolds him like crazy for that submitted work of his has cost millions for the company. He fires him and asks him to pack his belongings and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He puts his things one by one, with &lt;i&gt;anger&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;frustration&lt;/i&gt;. Throwing everything into the box. Even the picture of his family. He walks the hall of shame as everybody looks at him. Walking by the street, a car splashes water at him. Dragging his feet to the car he feels despondent and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He reaches home, rest on his sofa and sighs.*&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; What am I to do? Life stinks! This sucks&lt;/span&gt;* repeatedly telling himself in his mind. Then....He hears the sweet voice of two kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Daddy!daddy! You're back! I missed you!&lt;/span&gt;" and hugs their dad till he falls of the chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He laughs heartily at their approach. "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I've missed you too&lt;/span&gt;". His wife comes out of the kitchen with the apron and pot in her hand and smiles at him " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;welcome home dear , I would come and kiss you but I'll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;have to feed you first&lt;/span&gt;". He smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then comes to his senses. In&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; life problems will always come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shit always happens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. What is a life free from trouble? Losing a job, having a rough day&lt;i&gt;, IT HAPPENS&lt;/i&gt;. What matters most is not my job or how I live it. Things of the world will never last. What matters most is my relationships around me. My friends and family. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The love I bear for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy is not happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy seems to be the opposite of pain. Truth be told, joy and pain can exist together. Pleasure is opposite of pain, not joy. What is joy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even in hard times we rejoice, that is true joy. For joy gives us strength and motivation. What matters most in life is not what you do, your work, or the food you eat but the relationships you form along the way. Your wife, children, and friends. Through relationships brings out love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;JOY...is indeed divinely amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So live instead of just existing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2844327279173086477?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2844327279173086477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2844327279173086477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2844327279173086477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7822382703442636921</id><published>2011-09-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:07:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Languages of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So there are 5 languages of love. The first is love by " &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;words of affirmation&lt;/i&gt; ", second is love with " &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;quality time&lt;/i&gt; ", third is love in " &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;receiving gifts&lt;/i&gt; ", fourth is " &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;acts of service &lt;/i&gt;", and finally "&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; physical touch &lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you need to be affirmed constantly? Do you need someone to tell you they love you every day so that you will feel secure?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or would your primary definition of love be time? Where every second counts with the person you love. Where the way you love is in giving your time for your time is your life. For me I believe the best way to love is time. Cause giving your time is sharing a part of your life to the person. You can't get the time back you've given.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well do you believe in the need to receive gifts? Is gifts important in maintaining the relationship? Remembering the anniversary or birthdays of loved ones. Do you need to have a gift? Do you like to receive gifts from your loved ones?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then comes acts of service. Do you like it when your loved ones do little little things like open the door for you, cook for you, help you in chores, etc? Sending you home perhaps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, is touch important in your life? Do you need to touch and be touch to feel loved? Do you need that constant hug as a reminder they love you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You go figure it out yourselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7822382703442636921?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7822382703442636921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-languages-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7822382703442636921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7822382703442636921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-languages-of-love.html' title='5 Languages of love'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4608512975176183085</id><published>2011-09-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:18:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Before I start this prayer...Every "you" is a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will be able to control your temper.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that your back is healed.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are saved.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I pray so hard for the salvation of my friends. I pray for boldness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Your will to be done on the nation.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you to be filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the holy spirit to convict everyone of their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for God to answer these prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4608512975176183085?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4608512975176183085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4608512975176183085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4608512975176183085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-pray.html' title='I PRAY'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8091600412346283332</id><published>2011-08-22T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:06:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PRICE for being Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anger, it takes many forms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Some may think anger is just one feeling  but in fact, there are many forms of anger. &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Bitterness, envy,  resentment, intolerance, revenge, hate, jealousy, gossip, sarcasm,  unforgiveness,&lt;/span&gt; and much more. Wow never thought of it huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  never benefits being angry. Bible says an angry person is a fool. That  is because, nothing right usually comes out of an angry person for his  words a motivated by anger. You'll be &lt;b&gt;emotionally affected&lt;/b&gt; being angry. When anger is pent up inside of you, the individual will be emotionally upset till they are not themselves, say things that do not usually makes sense but due to anger it blurts out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angry person is not pleasant to be around. Those who are grumpy and angry all the time are cut out from the social list. So anger &lt;b&gt;destroys your social life&lt;/b&gt;.Having a bitter, resentful and often self-pitying spirit makes a person unbearable to have around. Am I right?Anger towards a person or a situation can &lt;b&gt;cause havoc&lt;/b&gt; especially to your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave out the physical effects due to anger....you all should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;(This is my summary from a chapter in Tim Lahaye's book 'Spirit-controlled temperament')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go on and on about this as it would bore you. Just a touch based concept here. But do you agree with me? Being human we cant avoid being angry. But do not let anger dominate you. The effects are indeed not pleasant. I do not want to be an outcast and ignored cause I am always angry. Those who know me should fairly know how I overcome anger. My simple answer is through God( Holy Spirit). Said many times in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz....leave you with one random, non-related saying-:&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;" It does not matter where you are, what matters most is who you're with" &lt;/span&gt;( I'll blog about this one day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8091600412346283332?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091600412346283332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/08/price-for-being-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8091600412346283332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8091600412346283332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/08/price-for-being-angry.html' title='The PRICE for being Angry'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7203040641447900774</id><published>2011-08-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:54:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not the only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes in the lrt if I do not have a book to read I observe( &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;in a so not stalk-ish creepy way&lt;/i&gt;). I notice people smiling, laughing, frowning, sleeping, stoning,etc. I wonder what are they thinking or feeling at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are not the only one. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;What I am saying is, when you've think you've got it all wrong and the world around you is falling, nothing seems right, everything you do seems to make it worse, and all you feel is giving up.... tell yourself this " I am not the only one ". One thing is for sure whatever you are going through you're not alone. As you grow and mature you'll see it. It is not anyone's fault. Sometimes problems do get to you. &lt;b style="background-color: blue;"&gt;But a problem need not be a crisis. &lt;/b&gt;A crisis is something that gives you permission to panic and lament( to what I think). But a problem, is just a problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;When I get to know a person I listen to what they have to say, I listen to their stories and what they have to tell me. Some have worse problems, than others and all they want is to let it off their chest. They do not always seek a solution, just someone to listen to. So take a chill pill when you feel like breaking down. Relax and take the problem one step at a time. There is always, I repeat, always a solution to every problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who know me. You wonder how I am so relax?....Ok sometimes I lose it but yeah I can control &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pisssshhhhh I'm human&lt;/span&gt;. It is because I have The Lord with me. I trust in Him and I lay everything down at His feet. And after that, everything just falls into place. I have nothing to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't always think everything revolves around you. Do not make everything about you because sometimes, it is just not you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Peace Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7203040641447900774?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7203040641447900774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-not-only-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7203040641447900774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7203040641447900774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-not-only-one.html' title='You are not the only one'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7547573638784974662</id><published>2011-07-29T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:51:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok this is to go off track a little bit. I will blog about the music team today.&lt;br /&gt;So recently we had an audition to perform for the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vietnamese Beauty Pageant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and we made it. Which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We are currently finding a name for the team and we are kinda torn down. The names that were up were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;1. Sidewalks and Streetlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;2. Paper Roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;3. Ruth Meets Ashton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalks and Streetlights is honestly catchy to me. That is all I can say. Ruth meets Ashton derives from my violinist's violin's name, "meets" is my pianist's piano's name, and Ashton is from my guitar. Total randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Paper Roses....It may sound feminine but 'Paper Roses' will also be the first single of our music team( getting bored of saying it). We somehow got inspired and came out with the draft of the song. Production starts this coming Monday. ^.^ I like using the word production hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished writing a Christian song with my friend Joshua Lew called&lt;u style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; " On My Knees " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;got lots of fantastic feedbacks. The song shall debut on 10th of September 2011 in my church 180* foursquare. Not the church in Melaka XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my university DSA( Department of Student Affairs) has a new piano!!!! WOOOHOO&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Dylan my next post will be about dealing with sin. Sorry I have been busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;with finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7547573638784974662?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7547573638784974662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/07/music-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7547573638784974662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7547573638784974662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/07/music-team.html' title='The Music Team'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6606378588020562435</id><published>2011-07-09T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:18:20.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a long long time.</title><content type='html'>Indeed it has been a long time since I blogged. I have been really busy with college. I do not like the word 'busy'. I know I was suppose to blog about the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;differences between love and like, attraction or love at first sight and love and lus&lt;/span&gt;t. But after making a series of contemplations, I rather not. It might be offensive to some people out there.&lt;br /&gt;Well Lets give u an update on your blogger here. He(me) is tired all the time, on a healthy diet, slacking a little, still active in my music,etc. But I am always grateful for what I have and I am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing. Now that I am busy, I have no time to think of a topic. Could you guys give me some ideas and inspiration? Any interesting topics u want me to explore and give my opinions, and trust me my opinions are interesting. Comment anywhere to show me and I'll blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;HELP ME OUT HERE GUYS SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6606378588020562435?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6606378588020562435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-long-long-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6606378588020562435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6606378588020562435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-long-long-time.html' title='It has been a long long time.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1045863010192451628</id><published>2011-06-23T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:10:03.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference in ‘Not being serious’ and ‘playing around’ in a relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;When I say relationship, It applies specifically for couple relations. Ever heard of finding “ &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THE ONE&lt;/span&gt;”&amp;nbsp; and marrying the one? Having one girl and one girl forever? Well this is not so common now in this era. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36.0pt;"&gt;What kind of relationships you get today? You hook up and break up again and again. One of the good examples is the drama series of Gossip Girl. Yeah the story line is so &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt; and gets boring eventually. They actors in the drama hooks up and breaks up with each and every person in it. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;So what is the difference? Lets start with playing around....Before I continue, let me just say that this is based on my personal views. Playing around in a relationship. To me it states that one person is just desperate for a relationship. Not ready to commit but just want someone to be with them. They succumb to the norms of society. "&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;It is cool to be in a relationship so i find one&lt;/span&gt;". It states that I just want to have someone to like but I will never marry that person. To me, if you are not to marry why get together in the first place? What is the point if you are going to do nothing with the relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Well for not being serious, it goes like this. You really like the person. You are attracted to their weird features. Be it their laughter, the way the walk, the way they talk, the way they look , or even when they shout. When you meet you get that special connection, that vibe. But.....yup but.....&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;but miss lorna is behind me talking to miss ida so I cant think straight unless they get away from me. Still behind me.....please I cant help but eavesdrop....Ok Ok so where were we?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Oh but. But you do not dare to go that far with that certain person because it is too soon to tell whether he/she will be the person you'll spend the rest of your life with. So you go slow with the person and make it as steady as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;It has always been a conflict between finding The One or getting girlfriends and get experience and know which girls fits you best. It is an idea that you have to figure out yourself. Neither are wrong. My preference is....The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i will always say. Talking too long would make someone bored so I'll stop. Chaoz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1045863010192451628?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1045863010192451628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/difference-in-not-being-serious-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1045863010192451628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1045863010192451628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/difference-in-not-being-serious-and.html' title='Difference in ‘Not being serious’ and ‘playing around’ in a relationship'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5851627525050587058</id><published>2011-06-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:39:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting is a daily routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When a person says the word "&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt;", the first thing that comes to mind is talent to enter showbiz and being an actor. That is just the surface of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What acting really means. It means not being true, not showing yourself fully, being someone else, nothing genuine. For...it is just an 'act'. We do act everyday. We probably do it so often we do not notice it. It is become a part of our style. It is nothing that bad. It is&lt;u&gt; being human.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act as if that person is a nice guy but actually he is not. We act as if the teacher is good in what he/she does but actually your do not like the teachers methods. We act as if everything is fine and fantastic but truth be told, it is all falling apart inside of us. We act as if we do not like that person but in fact, she is the love of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; More often than not, we do it so well we are able to fool those around us. Sometimes even fool ourselves.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; We rationalize and lie to ourselves that what we do(act) is true&lt;/span&gt;.Indeed &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Be true to yourselves and to others. Let them see the true you and only then will they appreciate you for who you really are. I stress again and again that humans are not perfect, we change in time. If you think you are not as good as you need to be, seek help.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is what you get if you see acting in depth. Acting technically also means, tricking and fooling a person. It is like saying "&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; I acted as if I liked something&lt;/span&gt;" is the same as " &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I tricked you, actually I do not like that certain something&lt;/span&gt;" or " You've been actually fooled for&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; truthfully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I do not like it".&lt;br /&gt;That is all for not chaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5851627525050587058?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5851627525050587058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/acting-is-daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5851627525050587058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5851627525050587058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/acting-is-daily-routine.html' title='Acting is a daily routine'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6731142482095595662</id><published>2011-06-18T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:34:40.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know I am suppose to be blogging about differences between love and like and all but....erm...I actually have no alibi in this &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;. Anyways I'll be talking about puppy eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is PUPPY EYES to your definition?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me. It is an aptitude or a trained skill for a human to create puppy eyes. When you think of a puppy what comes to your mind? Words like " Cute, I feel like pinching it, Awwwww, etc" comes to your mind. So to me, when a human executes the puppy eye, the same effect happens. Puppy eyes are usually used for &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;persuasion&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; convincing&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine a husky puppy looking right at you. A human can do it too ( maybe not as good as the husky but yeah). I know someone who has natural puppy eyes. I on the other hand spend my years practicing the eyes. Succession rate is kinda high for me. Not that I did any survey r studies on its succession rate. One example is I got a women to charge me cheaper for a meal by half the price when I showed my puppy eyes. Of course it includes some talking, some smiling and some people skills. The puppy eyes cover about 60% of the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Puppy eyes an come in many forms but the common one is showing some what of a sad face. Let me give you an imagination if you still cant get it. When someone wants to slap a person. The " victim " will not need words but just gives a face that says this " Are you really gonna hit this little poor oh defenseless me? This cute likable face?". Get it? What goes with puppy eyes? Dimples. A&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; killer face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6731142482095595662?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6731142482095595662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/puppy-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6731142482095595662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6731142482095595662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/06/puppy-eyes.html' title='Puppy Eyes'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3647896306096210632</id><published>2011-05-29T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:18:39.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships are worth restoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just to be clear, when I said relationships I did not limit myself to just boyfriend/girlfriend but to every kind of possible relationships in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Relationships are always worth restoring.&lt;/span&gt; They are what matters most in life. Relationship with God,friends, siblings, with your boss, parents, soul mate, wife, children, etc. They build bridges between each other. If your live as a hermit, live within the shadows, think your are better off alone, then you wont grow. We can only grow in a community where we learn from our mistakes, humble ourselves,....wait getting off point here. Life is all about love. Love is the most powerful thing. &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;We should learn how to love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;For me, I would like to be in the ministry of restoring relationships. For those who do not know what ministry means, it means some kind of governing body or main focus in a job. For this case, governing body for restoring relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;They are worth restoring because every relationship hold opportunities in greatness. So never burn those bridges. If you are having a grudge or having misunderstandings with someone currently, take the initiative to be the peacemaker. Everyone loves peace but can you be the peacemaker? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Peacemaking is hard&lt;/span&gt;, that is why we need to learn to love others and relate to them. But remember, peacemaking does not mean avoiding conflict, runny away from a problem or pretending it doesn't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Worth restoring cause they bare the possibilities in many things. Depends on what kind of relationships you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3647896306096210632?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3647896306096210632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/relationships-are-wirth-restoring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3647896306096210632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3647896306096210632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/relationships-are-wirth-restoring.html' title='Relationships are worth restoring'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4118259866152953695</id><published>2011-05-22T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:13:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is based on my pastor's preaching. Sorry I did not update my blog for the past week...Had my quizzes to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True forgiveness, what do you know about forgiveness? It is about letting go of the grudge you've been having and grant pardon to that particular person who offended you.Forgiveness means saying &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; to revenge and resentment. Do whatever it takes to not retaliate. Forgiving is something that humans would not normally do. Humans by nature are selfish. "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; An eye for an eye&lt;/span&gt;"? right? You hit me I hit you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we should actually do, is to not retaliate and hold that grudge. Instead we act differently by being nice to them and forgiving them. By doing this we are like putting hot coals on our enemy's head which means embarrassing them. Cause if we were to retaliate the same way, wouldn't that make us the same as them? We be kind to them and this will create a proper sense of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: blue;"&gt;What I like about forgiveness is that it does not require an apology from the offender and forgive them from the heart with all honesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you forgive someone, I guarantee you a sense of relief and calmness. As God has forgiven our sins, so should we by forgiving those who has done wrong to us.People sometimes cannot seem to forgive for the hurt is too great. Yet, they choose to use that hurt to produce hate and anger and from that anger, it fuels their satisfaction emotionally. Then again, it is a bad satisfaction that does not last. In the end what is the point? Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;Break the chain and cycle of revenge and be the bigger person&lt;/i&gt;. If you are reading this, lets forgive someone that we have held a grudge against and restore that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog topic(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationships are worth restoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difference &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;between love and like, attraction or love at first sight, or love and lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4118259866152953695?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4118259866152953695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/true-forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4118259866152953695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4118259866152953695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/true-forgiveness.html' title='True Forgiveness'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4265525762649776896</id><published>2011-05-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:15:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Gossiping is BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am afraid that almost all of us are guilty of this "offense". When people hear the word gossip, it usually goes along with girls. But the fact is, guys gossip too. I am so sorry if I even gossiped. I feel really bad gossiping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip is not helpful at all. Gossip actually serves to&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; break the trust&lt;/b&gt; of those the people around you. Talking about someone is fine, but when you talk on topics that ruins ones reputation, then that is bad. Will you like it if someone is talking behind your back? NO! But yet we do it. I fall short of this gossiping and I am guilty of it. Every time when I notice I gossip, I'll just say to myself " STOP! STOP!" It &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;destroys ones credibility&lt;/b&gt; towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip is also&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt; like judging&lt;/b&gt;. I mean, who are we to judge? We are all humans. We are all sinners. We are all not perfect.God is in charge of judging people. Think. Think all of you. When you gossip, the implications. What it does to the victim. Imagine if you were him. How bad does it feel? Really bad right? I feel real bad.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to gossip, try &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;make some encouraging statements to defend the other person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not participate in a gossip if you do not want people to gossip about you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friends stop me if I ever gossip. I'll stop you if you do too. One of my principles in life was to be honest and that principle of mine was one of the things I admired. Now it has been compromised. I am just an imperfect human that also needs help, I believe in time I'll be better. We always find ways to improve ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I could always write a long essay on this but I bet you'll get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4265525762649776896?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4265525762649776896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-gossiping-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4265525762649776896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4265525762649776896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-gossiping-is-bad.html' title='Why Gossiping is BAD'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-991982185449745289</id><published>2011-04-28T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:26:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So women would always say this.... woman's intuition. It is always woman's intuition. It is usually one of their reasons ( excuse ) to a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some answers from the net from other people:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;.is it like a girls, very own spider sense about stuff and how does it develop and what does it work on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Everyone has intuition which is your gut feeling. Its your subconscious  trying to tell you something is right. Some people are more in tune with  this then others. When they call it woman's intuition its usually  because she has formed a bond with her child and she knows there's  something wrong with her child or what her child needs. Woman are more  in tune with there intuition then men are. That's another reason why  they call it that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;it's just a gut feeling we get about a person or a situation...alot of  times we ignore it due to emotions(yes I know he is kinda of a loner who  doesn't really want to be around people but he's so hot!) or as a  result of being raised to ignore that feeling (here come sit in this  strange man's lap that you don't know and take a picture...smile!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;It's a little voice inside your head that has answers to all of your  questions and is right 99% percent of the times. at least mine is XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more. But these are some of it. You know what I think? Woman's intuition is just the power of observation and feeling. True as some has said above. It is a ' &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Gut Feeling&lt;/i&gt; ', but a gut feeling is also something that you feel not know. So I think when women use this answer on me I'll think it as a reason, but not good enough (&lt;b&gt; sorry not to offend anyone&lt;/b&gt; ). Intuition takes in many criteria such as your conscience, observation, living skills, your naive-ness, how well you know people, how long have you been in this world that you know how it works, knowing the norms of society and vice versa, etc. And after all that, it is just an intuition...not a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONFIRMATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Means you feel it but you are not sure whether it is the truth. Just a feel and never confirmed, until one confirms it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not agree with me? Am I wrong? Tell me if I am as this is based on my knowledge plus a little research. Or should I say, based on my intuition. Plus some of the explanations on woman's intuition describes a bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go. Chaaoozzz.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-991982185449745289?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/991982185449745289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-intuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/991982185449745289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/991982185449745289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-intuition.html' title='Woman&apos;s Intuition'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3558052981796790750</id><published>2011-04-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:09:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Bang you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is amazing how being in college life... there is so many things to blog about. But the lack of time seems to be my problem right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...It is a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;So my friends and I were having lunch at a mamak stall. We were eating and chatting. This is the funny part in one of the conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Girl: Today har, he bang me very hard!( pointing at the boy beside me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Boy: Yeah ( I think he agreed )&lt;/div&gt;Then there was a awkward silence. We were trying to internalize and digest what we just heard. So I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: He bang you very hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Girl: Yar!&lt;/div&gt;The group broke into laughter. It seems almost impossible for "that" to happen and for her to tell us that " something" happened. It had to be something else, just that the structure of words were....how do we put it....Inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Boy: Eh? No No No it is not like that.&lt;/div&gt;Girl notices and started laughing hard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Girl: No the table where you have to flip to sit. it flipped to the other side and hit my head real hard while I was doing my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?.....Yeah we were still laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story it was a little longer of laughing and a little bit of us saying ' What?!?!?!", " huh???" in between but hey, this is the main story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3558052981796790750?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3558052981796790750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-bang-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3558052981796790750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3558052981796790750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-bang-you.html' title='He Bang you?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4097053489047633157</id><published>2011-04-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:57:27.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BLOG Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is for one of my readers Mary who wants me to blog about this. Probably to give a better understanding and comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is no specific " word " that is suitable for my blog theme. But my blog comprises of interesting and funny life experiences, helpful and encouraging testimonies, and general topics that we humans face every day like, love, virginity, humanity, or God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this theme has attracted quite a bunch as it brings a different perspective about life and experiences. Some may blog about the community, politics, technology, their everyday life, but mine has educational values. There are many educational blogs out there, I am just one of the many that is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have many high rated post. My highest is the " &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Answered prayers in 10 minutes&lt;/span&gt; ". I myself have to say that that was an awesome post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is mainly to help people in many ways. There are post of encouragement, post of warnings, post of life, post to cheer you up, post just to make you laugh and even post to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4097053489047633157?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4097053489047633157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blog-theme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4097053489047633157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4097053489047633157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blog-theme.html' title='My BLOG Theme'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6388060047035522463</id><published>2011-04-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:43:33.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Old Town Kopitiam waiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well today was quite interesting....Well I wont share all of them with you. But I'll share this hillarious event that took place today. Me and my friends decided to have dinner at Old Town Kopitiam at Bangsar LRT Station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chat, laughed, trade identification cards( IC ) to see at their pictures....and try not to laugh. After eating.... I called the waiter for the receipt. Put up my hand, made a circle in the air indicating an image of a sort of receipt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came and this what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Waiter: Bill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: Erm... No I am not Bill, I am Eddryll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;( Group burst into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Waiter: Oh I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: Erm sorry yeah I want the bill please...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Waiter: Oh..oh ok&lt;/span&gt;.( smiling )&lt;br /&gt;When he brings back the receipt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: Sorry man...I just had to try and see what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Waiter: It is Okay... and nods with a pleasant smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I just had to try. Hahaha It was funny and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of my readers has asked me to post about my theme on my blog..&amp;nbsp; Her name on my comments is stated as &lt;strong&gt;Mary....&lt;/strong&gt;Well that will be my post the next day. Chaozzzz ^.~V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6388060047035522463?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6388060047035522463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-and-old-town-kopitiam-waiter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6388060047035522463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6388060047035522463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-and-old-town-kopitiam-waiter.html' title='Me and the Old Town Kopitiam waiter'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8042233755955309075</id><published>2011-04-13T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:34:33.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Time management is all you need for college. Right now I am so rushing for time. I do not think I will have time to even blog as often as I did before....Haiz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8042233755955309075?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8042233755955309075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8042233755955309075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8042233755955309075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-time.html' title='No TIME'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8335814483219579235</id><published>2011-04-06T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:30:39.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College LiFe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The hard part has yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, college life...ah, you youngsters( younger than me) would surely like to know how I feel, my point of view regarding this matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything is different. People change. They tell me " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I use to be introvert not as noisy as I am now&lt;/span&gt;", or " &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I am not smart, seriously!&lt;/span&gt;" ( But she got a scholarship). Classes are different from school. People are more open. They are easier to communicate with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basically, for me, everything I say or do in class seems to be funny. The irony is that, I had no intentions to make them laugh.&lt;/span&gt; But yeah it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is a girl who is always blur like constantly saying..." Whaaaaat????"&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl who is so bored cause she lives in the HELP residency that she plays &lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;People that are high( excited), People that are cocky, People that are friendly, funny, all sorts\&lt;br /&gt;Girls that hit me with no apparent reason, Guys that say the will suffer in calculus class but finish their homework first. Lecturers that are open. That is college life.. It is different.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear something &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;???... I'll tell you anyway. OK, So last week a friend of mine ask me to write a song for the victims in Japan. I was like " yeah sure why not". Then the next day I asked another friend in the &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;HELP Foundation March intake 2011&lt;/span&gt; group chat box in&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Do you want to duet with me for this Japan song?".....And it all began. One started saying I can play the piano,I play the violin, I sing, I do the drums, I can play guitar, and through that , a music team was formed. Some call it a glee club. Basically, the music club was not recruiting, so we form our own with our first big project which is to write a song for the victims in Japan. In one day, a music group was formed among people we barely know. A good way to connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is just the beginning, that is why i said the hard part has yet to come. I'll one day post about the hard part for college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8335814483219579235?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8335814483219579235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/college-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8335814483219579235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8335814483219579235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/college-life.html' title='College LiFe'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8899972496604771490</id><published>2011-04-04T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:15:38.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we face troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Many of our troubles occur because we base our choices on unreliable authorities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. culture:" Everyone is doing it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.traditon:" We've always done it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. reason:" It seemed&amp;nbsp; logical"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.emotion:" It just felt right "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of these are flawed by the Fall. Besides, notice that the choices made based on no.3 and no.4? The key words were 'seemed' and 'felt'. The choices you made were based on mere feeling and made without depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a perfect standard that will never lead us in the wrong direction. God's Word meets that need. Every word of God is flawless. I give the root of the problem, but the answer is up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points taken from Purpose driven life book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8899972496604771490?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8899972496604771490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-we-face-troubles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8899972496604771490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8899972496604771490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-we-face-troubles.html' title='Why we face troubles'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3620088064868754224</id><published>2011-04-02T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:37:37.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers in 10 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You read it right. Answered prayersssss....with an ' S '. Actually two. And these prayers were done through &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah Facebook aint all bad man. A place for prayer. hahaha....Ahem Ahem...serious serious man. Erm so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was like saying " &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;damn for 18 hours I have no water. The pipeline must be broken or something. I am thirsty, etc&lt;/span&gt; ". So I told him in the chat box in facebook that I'll pray for him. So I clasp my hands in front of the computer and prayed," &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Lord, I pray that you provide water for him now oh Lord. Let him know that You are G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;OD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;". Guess what? After like 1 minute, he replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"YES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I JUST REMEMBERED HAVING 100 PLUS IN MY CABINET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="color: magenta;"&gt;WATER OH YEAAA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="color: magenta;"&gt;and100 plus can give me some energy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;The Lord answer my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;Then I said to him " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;darn darn I cant find my scientific calculators. I need them for my calculus&lt;/span&gt;". So he goes on and say, "&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I shall pray for you&lt;/span&gt;" and I was like, yeah do that but make sure u dial the right number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;God, the father of Abraham , Isaac, and Jacob now go. So he said "&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;God, the father of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob what's next? when does Jesus come in?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;I said " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;in the last part of the prayer, in Jesus name I pray amen&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;So, he prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God, the father of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, I pray that Edd finds his calculator or at least get one so he can do his calculus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;in Jesus name i pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amen&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;After like 6 minutes... In my computer room, I did something random, I lifted the bed and underneath it, surrounded by boxes, was a bag. If you would look from beneath, you would see the boxes not the bag. I was like " ?????". I pulled out the bag and it was the one i brought during my SPM examinations. I was like ' What? woohoo, a bag!" I check the pockets and my calculators were there. Amen and praise the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part, he is not a Christian but he knows there is a God and he dialed the right number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" data-jsid="message" id="msg_639096140_undefined"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Answered prayers in less than 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3620088064868754224?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3620088064868754224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/answered-prayers-in-10-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3620088064868754224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3620088064868754224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/04/answered-prayers-in-10-minutes.html' title='Answered Prayers in 10 minutes'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1315220789965446749</id><published>2011-03-30T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:27:40.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is real FELLOWSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I have learned, life is meant to be shared. " &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;" now usually refers to casual conversation, socializing, chit-chatting , and having fun in any place be it the church or cafes. Real fellowship is much more than showing your face. According to this book I have been reading, it includes unselfish loving, honest sharing, practical serving, sacrificial giving and sympathetic comforting. In real fellowship, people experience authenticity. it is not superficial or just one simple surface-level chit-chat. It is genuine, heart to heart, at times gut-level sharing. In my experience I am proud to say I have had many. This happens when people be honest with themselves and what is happening in their lives. They share their hurts, confess failures, reveal their feelings. Practically show their true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These days, there is pretending, role-playing, politicking, plus superficial politeness but shallow conversations. People wear mask, keep their guard up, and act as if everything is fine. These attitudes are the death of fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Being authentic requires courage and humility. Facing our fear of rejection, exposure and being hurt. These are the risk but because it is the only way to grow spiritually and emotionally healthy, we should to it. We grow by taking risk, and the most difficult is to be honest with ourselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;To experience real fellowship we need to be open with our lives&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/8519932629926528233-1315220789965446749?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1315220789965446749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-real-fellowship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1315220789965446749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1315220789965446749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-real-fellowship.html' title='What is real FELLOWSHIP'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-221681498702040736</id><published>2011-03-29T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:50:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Orientation week starts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am going to veer off from what I mainly write today just to share with you my college experience. Yesterday, blah blah blah orientation and subject enrollment. Yeah fun day but do not want to bore you with the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today...So my class starts at 8.30 am. Took the LRT and the bus. Went to the lecture hall and there were my orientation friends right there.So started talking and all.( Ok this is boring for you). Lecture came in a started ice-breaking activities.....CUT CUT CUT CUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was hours ago. Now it is 10.30 am. Enlglish lecturer came in. I know the name but too many details. So his ice-breaking activity was to get a partner and share to each other about their names, hobbies, and their imaginery partner. I got a girl and I was told to share in first person pronounce. So I had to say ' I am ' and the person I am sharing about is a girl. So i was like " hi I am the adorable Adeline ". And each of them took their turns. Funny as I laughed till my abs hurt as they were sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favourite activity was this...Our lecturer gave us each a role to play, a doctor, a hippie, a scientist a priest, pregnant lady and all sorts. Then he said " ok guys and gals, the end of the world is now and you all have survived and made it to the bunker.....but only three can enter". Then he said " now argue and see who should live". We were all shouting " I can save lives, i make the law, she is pregnant!" , all sorts and in the end no one made it. Lol. We were too busy arguing that the bunker has closed. But it was fun getting to know everyone. Seriously they are nice people. A different environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to come but i aint gonna share it cause that is not the cause of my blog. chaoozz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-221681498702040736?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/221681498702040736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-orientation-week-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/221681498702040736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/221681498702040736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-orientation-week-starts.html' title='When Orientation week starts.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4211383971770455402</id><published>2011-03-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:54:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is GOD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually everyone needs to ask themselves that question. Eventually everyone will face this question whether asked by someone of just thought of it. Remember when I said in my " SPM results " post that " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;each and everyone of you is beautiful, gifted , and talented in their own way&lt;/span&gt;"? Well everyone being different, they will have different perceptions on who God is or can be. Everyone provides a different angle. To be honest... I think it&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;fun to listen to their perceptions( not that i have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOD is ______?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is? What do you think? God can be good, strong, almighty, faithful, some may even say bad. Every angle you can put it. To me God is everything good. Simple as that. Though the answer may not seem so...so...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KABOOM,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it is the truth. He is everything good. True? Look around you...I mean seriously look.... Look at the trees, look at how complex god created the Human body, seeing the birds fly and the fish swim( not getting dramatic here) you see God's glory. When you see all this, you cannot deny there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is so real and He is there. But we are so caught up with this world we never pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Who do you think God is to 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/8519932629926528233-4211383971770455402?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4211383971770455402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-is-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4211383971770455402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4211383971770455402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-is-god.html' title='Who is God?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5712380914691748569</id><published>2011-03-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:19:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeGame song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well i wrote this song a few minutes ago. Thanks to messing with the keyboard yesterday the song just appeared. I have the recording ( so that i wont forget) but my voice has yet to recover. So I'll just post the lyrics. Those who have yet to go to this camp...trust me...I meant trust me seriously trust me...You who is reading this right now should go. No joke.. you'll have a blast. &lt;br /&gt;anyways here is the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is LifeGame, that I've been playin' so long. But still I feel so lost into this,&lt;br /&gt;What to eat? Do I need a shirt to live?&lt;br /&gt;This is LifeGame, where anything goes wrong. Where everything seems&lt;br /&gt;too good, to be true, Well that is life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Don't even mention bout the bad guys who rob you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even mention bout the good guys, can't help you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even mention the things we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;cause...This is life, you've gotta live the best you can&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you throw, the dice, you get a double six you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;When you live in this world (cause)&lt;br /&gt;This is life, you've got to live the best you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is LifeGame, and I know whatt to&amp;nbsp;do now&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the food that you eat or the&lt;br /&gt;shirts you wear to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre chorus&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is LifeGame, the best camp I have been&lt;br /&gt;The best camp I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Where you live as you wish&lt;br /&gt;and it gets much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See when I get the chance to record this properly. chaoozz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5712380914691748569?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5712380914691748569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/lifegame-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5712380914691748569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5712380914691748569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/lifegame-song.html' title='LifeGame song'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1725005017199266354</id><published>2011-03-24T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:58:45.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Christian Teenager or a young adult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well. Let's start with a bible verse 1 Timothy 4:12 " &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't let anyone think less of you because you are young. be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers and young adults... Whatever happens in life, know that God comes first. People may ridicule you, mock you, call you old fashion etc. Life circumstances may cause you to stumble, but remember with God's love, you will never stumble. Life is constantly a test. everything you do , what you say, you hold accountable to God. Sorry I made it sound a little scary for you all. Or did I? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the best thing we are reminded as Christians is that we are weak and we need to depend on the Lord everytime. For his grace is sufficient for us and that in our weakness his power is made perfect. Being a Christian is not hard, it is just that in this era, we will sometimes have to stand out of the crowd and say&amp;nbsp; "NO" where in this era....isn't that likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives must be pleasing unto the Lord. Not my will but His will be done. Be assured that the Lord knows what is best for you. When life seems hard, or when troubles come, try asking Him " &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Lord, what do you want me to learn in all this?"&lt;/span&gt; Remember the bible says there is a time and way for everything, even in times of trouble. Fall back onto the Lord and ask Him for help. In the Book of Nehemiah it says the joy of the Lord is my strength. Remember that as well. In the gospel Matthew, it says never worry. Worry is a sin. Cause worrying is a sign we are not depending on the Lord. But hey I get it we are all still humans. Imperfect humans, but we grow in Christ. Amen? ( i'll imagine you'll say amen with me XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient. And wait on Him. Ask the Lord for wisdom and faith everyday. He will guide you when you call one the Father of Abraham, Isaac , and Jacob. &lt;br /&gt;I could go on much longer...but a long blog would be bored don't you agree? C ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1725005017199266354?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1725005017199266354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-christian-teenager-or-young-adult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1725005017199266354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1725005017199266354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-christian-teenager-or-young-adult.html' title='Being a Christian Teenager or a young adult.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5882458813579098722</id><published>2011-03-22T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:47:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tomorrow is the day. On 23rd of March 2011 will be the day all 18 year old and future 18 year old students get their SPM results.... Well most... There are a number that home school and prepare for their SATs so they do not take SPM( In my opinion...that is cool). How are you guys and gals feeling? Scared? Nervous? Do you feel chilly in your spine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one feel fine. Cause results aren't everything. Seriously. Life is not about this although education is important. I tried what I could for SPM and now I'll leave the rest to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those out there worried... Let me remind you that it is no use worrying. We did what we could. If you get good results, congratulations but it is just a test. Bad results does not mean failure, it means you just did not do well. There is a time and a way for everything even in times of trouble. Do not feel like you are not worth it or that you suck. Each and everyone of you is gifted, talented and beautiful in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck all in tomorrows battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5882458813579098722?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5882458813579098722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/spm-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5882458813579098722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5882458813579098722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM results'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2834758244289128076</id><published>2011-03-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:26:16.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life is made of choices. Everything you do , everyday. Do you wake up or do you sleep more? Do you go left or right? Do you eat toast or McDonalds for breakfast? Do you go to church on Sundays or do you stay in? Do remain respectful of your parents or choose to rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every decision has it's consequences. Every action in choice will lead to another thing. Everything has its own reason and happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DECISIONS ARE YOU MAKING IN LIFE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are those decisions good? Will they help you in the mere future or the next second. If your parents scold you... Would you rebel and run away from home or would you just stay silent? What would happen if you stayed silents? And what will happen if you ran away from home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;You see, most people they don't often think about this. They just do it( Probably influenced by NIKE). Hey there are times where we need to think carefully and not just do it. When do we not think? I'll give you an example, when the road is so clear and you need to turn left....Just turn left knowing that it is safe XP.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is the mistake they are doing? They mostly follow their feelings. How and what they feel. Their lame answers for their actions are always, " I had a feeling " or " My instincts told me " or " Women's Intuition"( no offense women, just an example). Bull S!@T. Ever heard of wisdom or making the bigger sacrifice for the greater good? Well yeah decisions needs wisdom to come along. God gives us wisdom. We have to ask it from God and read the Bible daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So let me remind you...If you ever make a decision....Think it through first. If you can, try thinking 5 steps ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2834758244289128076?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2834758244289128076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2834758244289128076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2834758244289128076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7569533289758752900</id><published>2011-03-20T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:38:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Steadfast Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok Ok...Usually you would like to hear more on friendship and love  instead of this...But I thought this is equally important as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cannot complain, when the see the Sun, Moon, and the Stars... We just have to admit that there is a God. Now, it really is obvious, we can see the tell-tale signs that the time is coming ( you know what I mean ). War amongst nations, famines, earthquakes, rampant crimes, tsunami etc. This is only the beginning of sorrows. There will be a time of &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;GREAT TRIBULATION&lt;/b&gt;....( deng deng deng)( The sound where the suspense increases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Jesus came to Earth was to save the world, the next time He comes, He will be the &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: purple;"&gt;JUDGE&lt;/span&gt; ( deng deng deng). Ok I'll stop with the imaginary music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is happening to the world and church now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of deception has entered to the world and the church. Jeremiah 9: 21 says "&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; For death has crept in through our windows&lt;/span&gt; " notice the word ' &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;crept &lt;/span&gt;' ? Deception is the first thing to enter the world and the church in the end times. Believers will move out from the center which is Jesus Christ. Their faith will not be based on the truth of the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a reminder... Let us not defile ourselves and guard our hearts. Let there be no worship of the Golden Calf ( idolatry). When there is deception, ask the Lord for the spirit of discernment. ( Like in &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;LifeGame&lt;/span&gt; camp we were so easily deceived........It is part of the game to teach us...so do not misunderstand XP). Read the Bible to know what is wrong from right. When you are offended, we pray for the spirit of gentleness and openness. When the spirit of lawlessness increase, we ask for the Holy Spirit to guide us and purify us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a steadfast faith and spirit. Bless you all who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;Chaozzzz (^.~) V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7569533289758752900?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7569533289758752900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-steadfast-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7569533289758752900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7569533289758752900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-steadfast-spirit.html' title='Having a Steadfast Spirit'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6007581472923752752</id><published>2011-03-19T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:23:22.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life is all about &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. This is because by nature we a selfish.As Christians, we are told to live a life of love, which is my on going mission now. God wants his family to be known for its love more than anything else. Jesus said our love for each other- not our doctrinal beliefs- is our greatest witness to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Bible says " &lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;let love be your greatest aim&lt;/i&gt;" . That is why in my earlier blogs I stated that relationships must have priority in your life above everything else. Life without love is really worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Often we act as if relationships are something to be squeezed into our schedule. We talk about finding time for our family or making time for people in our lives. That gives the impression that our relationships are just a part of our lives along with many other task.God says relationships are what life is all about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the Ten Commandments are about relationships. After learning to love God, which is worship, learning to love others should be your second purpose in life. Relationships, not achievements or the acquisitions of things, are &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;what matters most in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Busyness is a great enemy of relationships. We become preoccupied with making a living, paying our bills, work, and accomplishing goals as if these are the point of life.They are not. The point of life is learning to love. God and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love will last forever. The greatest is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Points taken from Pastor Rick Warren.&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/8519932629926528233-6007581472923752752?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6007581472923752752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-matters-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6007581472923752752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6007581472923752752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8468665662410598013</id><published>2011-03-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:24:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should we live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People think it is an easy question...Never bothered to think about it. But when they are cornered, they seem to be blank without an answer. They think and think and come up with an answer that is only in theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY SHOULD WE LIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were made to live for God. God created us to worship Him. I bet you, non-believers would agree. The "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;" gives an answer that is unsatisfying and meaningless. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;" We live to work have a family and then just die"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;" we live to enjoy life"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;" we live in this world with a responsibility to take care of it"&lt;/span&gt;. Work? Enjoy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are so caught up in the busyness of the world. Yup. The &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No.1 strategy&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; to distract us from God. Live, get more money, be famous, etc. Everyday you eat, work/study, sleep and the cycle goes on. Be successful...Hey is that success? What is the point if you earn and be rich if a billion is not enough?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bruno Mars " I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad" I guess once he is, the next song will be " I wanna be a thrillionaire'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God created us not to be satisfied with the world. We will never be satisfied with the world cause He wants us to be satisfied only by Him. He created us to have eternal longings, to think eternally, that is why we want to live long,find ways to be immortal. Hey go to Heaven then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I said in my earlier blogs that live is a temporary assignment, a test, and also a race. It is a test to prepare us when we go to Heaven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This life is the test! Yeah , now you know. What are you doing in your life now!? Is it meaningful? Do you think and feel it is right? or the " world " says so and you just follow the crowd? Try seeking the truth for once.&lt;br /&gt;God created us to worship Him. No human on earth will understand his substantial love for us. But yes, He loves you so much that He gave His only Son Jesus Christ to Die on the cross to take all your sins away. Be the sacrificial lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so sad is that so little people believe in Him and many takes the other road and makes His sacrifice in vain. I have no intention of offending anyone but this is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a blog that is too long can be boring, so I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;Peace you all. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8468665662410598013?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8468665662410598013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-should-we-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8468665662410598013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8468665662410598013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-should-we-live.html' title='Why should we live?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4092346325157528689</id><published>2011-03-09T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:34:26.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Man recently I have not been blogging for awhile. I promise to blog more but right now I am very busy with camp and my brother's wedding. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? This blogger of yours can finally drive. Anyways, I am busy as ever and on top of all that I am out of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you all would be patient. Chaozzzzz ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4092346325157528689?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4092346325157528689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4092346325157528689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4092346325157528689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1408793078674345423</id><published>2011-03-03T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:49:47.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instigators( Firebrand)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you do not know what is an instigator a.k.a " Firebrand ", then you must think firebrand is something awesome. I mean c'mon who wouldn't think like that? " Yo Kid! I think you are a firebrand..." That statement is just so cool. But when you know the meaning... You would be embarrassed, If he/she is a heartless, selfish person then I guess there is a chance they would feel proud of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; An instigator having meant in a bad way is "someone who deliberately foments trouble". To what I think and observe, an instogator does it to satisfy one's anger, to have their revenge, or simply wanna cause a havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry to use the word ' HATE ' but I hate people who are instigators, firebrands. Not so cool now huh... I have a good reason why. These kind of people whether they know it or not is like smoking. They kill you slowly only that when smoking kills a number of people, instigators kill a society. Well what makes a society? A family. And when instigators...well incite or instigate, they cause the family to break up, cause a havoc, create vicarious anger among each other. Ain't it sad? One person to destroy the institution of a family that took years to build. So easy to destroy....So so easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1408793078674345423?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1408793078674345423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/instigators-firebrand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1408793078674345423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1408793078674345423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/03/instigators-firebrand.html' title='Instigators( Firebrand)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5096420041295434407</id><published>2011-02-28T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:26:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Personally I think it is sad to know that in The US, being a virgin is seen as a curse and being weak. As if being a virgin is such a bad thing. I have heard testimonies of people regretting losing their virginity both men and women. There are consequences.Remember, virginity is a gift that can only be unwrapped once. Pre-marital sex, is so wrong. Probably in the corrupted eyes of society it is fine. But not according to the bible.Have some respect for yourself and for the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Grey's Anatomy, I like the show a lot but there was one episode where the doctors were so proud in saying when they lost their virginity while one girl who is saving it for the right one is ridiculed and mocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;PATHETIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you can be so proud of. Listen to this &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;" Hey I lost my virginity when I was 14, I am amazing ".&lt;/span&gt; Read it and tell me, are you proud of claiming that?&amp;nbsp; Now listen to what a virgin can say &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;" Now I am married I proudly would say I have waited all my life for you and I have no regrets" &lt;/span&gt;or "&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; I have been saving this for you"&lt;/span&gt;.Now that is something cool. Losing virginity technically means you are weak and you cant hold your animal like lust plus a few others but lets keep this brief shall we?Sex is a gift only meant for husband and wife..Not future husband and wife but A married couple. Plus casual sex can cause lots of STD's( sexually transmitted disease) such as HIV, HPV, Siflis, etc. When is the right time? When you are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When teachers have sex education with students it is as if they are saying " you are no better than dogs but here is some protective tools like condoms". Plus condoms are not 100% effective. What is 100% effective? Abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;VIRGINITY&lt;/span&gt; the new cool. Whadaya say? ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5096420041295434407?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5096420041295434407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/virginity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5096420041295434407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5096420041295434407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/virginity.html' title='Virginity'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3916890458703771472</id><published>2011-02-27T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:59:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women please HELP men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Before I began, I wanna say I mean not to offend the entire female race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with me saying &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" WOMEN! Please help the men!"&lt;/span&gt;. What I mean is this. Ok, women, they get aroused by touch and mostly words. Yeah by words. When a guy is able to sweet talk or to say words that provide women the necessary security, they get aroused. Words like " I will be there for you"," I'll never leave you", " I'll love you all my life...watch me"; and more. These are just the examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But men...&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;We get aroused with our eyes&lt;/span&gt;. Our lustful eyes. Yes, I admit that men's weaknesses are women. And you know what I mean by weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Our eyes are the window to our minds and soul.&lt;/span&gt; What I am asking for women to do is to dress decently. Dress appropriately, not showing too much skin. I do not mean cover yourself with a jacket... I mean not showing stuffs that can get men drooling like a dog. Probably too harsh on the men but it is true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you this...I truly admire a girl who can dress properly and not being " eye popping ". I really admire a girl with a proper dress code. I respect them. Truly. That is why women sometimes get raped, or sexually abused because certain women temp them. Really, I mean not to offend anyone but this era, the world is so corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to say " &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; " every time a guy ask you to dress sexy and revealing. Have that dignity and respect for your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as my final say, women dress properly. In that way you help the men. My next topic would be on " &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;VIrGINITY&lt;/span&gt;" so be make sure to stick around. The post would ether be up on Monday or Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3916890458703771472?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3916890458703771472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/women-please-help-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3916890458703771472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3916890458703771472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/women-please-help-men.html' title='Women please HELP men.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2698245190298317324</id><published>2011-02-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:48:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, this is something off topic. Something about me. Why not you read about me today. ^.^. So, it is time to leave high school, leave my hometown( Melaka), leave my church ( metaphorically not literally) , and live what I know here in Melaka and head on to&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; COLLEGE.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah in exactly 26 days...&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;LESS THAN A MONTH!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you got that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not fear for this blog will come with me to college. Imagine...Me being in college, means more inspiration to blog. More interesting stuffs. Aren't you excited? Come on...be excited with me...wooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th of March I shall leave this home of mine. Orientation on 28th. Going to HELP college. Doing my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric from ' Temporary Home " by Carrie U-" This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong, windows and rooms, that I'm passing through. This is just a stop, on the road on where we're going, I'm not afraid because I know, this is my temporary home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. ^.^ V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2698245190298317324?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2698245190298317324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2698245190298317324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2698245190298317324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/college.html' title='College!'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2985419831363251261</id><published>2011-02-20T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:15:51.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without A purpose...MEANINGLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yeah You read it big and clear. A life without a purpose is plain meaningless. Every one who is living has a purpose on this Earth. The purpose of your life is far greater than your own personal fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness. Far greater than family, career , or even your wildest dreams. If you were a Christian, then your purpose would be for God. Born by His purpose and for His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When someone ask you the meaning of life...Your answer would definitely come out with words like " I've always thought...."," this is the best guess...". No one can really give the meaning of life, only in theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, you are not an accident. We all have a purpose. Knowing your purpose simplifies your life, it focuses your life. It is a path to peace.It gives meaning to your life.Well what motivates you to live? What drives you? Some are driven by anger, some materialism , guilt, the need of approval, by fear and etc. You'll need to find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say those who commit suicide are stupid, idiots who cannot face life and use suicide as an excuse. hey FYI...They are the worst excuse you can give. Stupid stupid stupid. Christians find their purpose in the LORD. Others I do not know. Some say they look from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have learned... Without God, life has no purpose, and  without purpose, life has no meaning. Without meaning, life has no  significance or hope. So if everyone has a purpose, there is no need to kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2985419831363251261?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2985419831363251261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-without-purposemeaningless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2985419831363251261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2985419831363251261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-without-purposemeaningless.html' title='Life Without A purpose...MEANINGLESS'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3389262833219632474</id><published>2011-02-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:03:29.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness Over Friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;By nature humans are selfish. Logically we are always looking out for ourselves. I mean, who wouldn't. But there are terms that goes against this... Sharing, sacrifice, self-control, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terms that go against selfishness... All of them would not exist without love. Think for a moment. Would you share if there is no love? Would you sacrifice something, someone, or yourself if there was no love? Get it? Everything revolves around love. Everything good i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;So, the question today is, can selfishness take over friendship? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At some points in life, selfishness does take over friendship. It is a compromise we have to live with. There are many factors to why we become selfish between friends. Like I said earlier...looking out for ourselves. Can be the character of a person.Sometimes it acts as a defense mechanism... It is just a theory. There are more than one answer to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember I said " some point in life ". It is not all the time. You have a close friend, you love him/her so much. The bond of the friendship is so strong you are willing to sacrifice, your time for the person, give a part of your life for the person to have. Share with that person because the love between friends is that strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a conclusion, it is not encouraged to be selfish. It is a compromise we have to live with as humans. But in the end, though selfishness sometimes wins the battle, friendship will always win the war, love will always win the war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3389262833219632474?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3389262833219632474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/selfishness-over-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3389262833219632474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3389262833219632474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/selfishness-over-friendship.html' title='Selfishness Over Friendship?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4350045328515843480</id><published>2011-02-13T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:44:38.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well for my&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt; 100th &lt;/span&gt;post I figured I show you a video I did. I used a programme called &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sony Vegas&lt;/span&gt; and it is awesome with the editing and all. So cool. splitting the videos and combining many sounds together. Probably not new or cool to you but it was my first and I felt that I learned something awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a cover on a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;youtube &lt;/span&gt;singer also from disney 3...something...&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Chester See&lt;/span&gt;...Know him? Well he has this new song called &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;So GoodBye&lt;/span&gt; and the song is....fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to his song is here &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4DtwC8pWQI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4DtwC8pWQI&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the link to my cover of his song is here &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtkVkC7Le5Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtkVkC7Le5Y &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but do mind the singing, went of in one place. But it is the editing i really want u to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4350045328515843480?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4350045328515843480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4350045328515843480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4350045328515843480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-goodbye.html' title='So Goodbye'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8345488976733403809</id><published>2011-02-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:17:01.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corcodile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok I am going to go off theme here. It is just something that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you readers may know, in Malaysia, we are celebrating &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. So today on the first day of &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as usual all the children and grandchildren will go to their grandparent's house. So I have this really lousy black shoe I bought recently which was meant to be worn for my brother's wedding. A cheap RM 20 shoe. So At my grandparent's place, there were guest already there. So I specifically placed my shoe at the very far end corner of the porch beside an ugly slipper so that no one would take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the interesting part. When the guest had left and it was my families turn to go visiting, I could not find shoe at all. Instead I saw a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CROCODILE&lt;/span&gt; shoe in front of me. I was like." Mum....Dad.... The guest took the wrong shoe" not only that, the crocodile shoe fits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would not value a crocodile shoe?, was what I though to myself. A shoe I bought that would last 3 months was now replaced by a shoe that would last me 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 100th post , I'll make sure to cook up something interesting for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Chaozzzz XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8345488976733403809?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8345488976733403809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/corcodile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8345488976733403809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8345488976733403809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/02/corcodile.html' title='Corcodile'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6600187573100364346</id><published>2011-01-31T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:53:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My friend gave a good point on true friends. He said I was one of his best friends. Then I said, " oh but i rarely spend time with you". He then replied saying a good friend need not be a friend who is always with you. I understood by what he meant. I felt foolish for saying that to him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coating from &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt; song " Y&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ou're a true friend, you're here till the end. You pull me aside when somethin' ain't right&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Demi Lavato&lt;/span&gt; gift of a friend "T&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;he world comes to life and everything's bright,From beginning to end when you have a friend by your side,That helps you to find the beauty you are When you open your heart and believe in the gift of a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends doesn't mean " I have known you for 10 years "...That just means your long known friend. A true friend is a person who acts as a friend. Who is there for you. When you call him, he is willing to make that sacrifice to give his time to you. If you are sad, he gives his time to you to listen and tries to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is a friend that loves you so much that he is willing to break you down and show your mistakes, tell you what you did wrong so you can improve and not lie to him. A true friend defends each other. A true friend respects ones principles. A true friend will be your personal advocate and adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the ones that has known you for long. A true friend is being the real friend a person needs. A true friend is the person who explains the meaning and significance of a friend through his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out ^.^ V~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6600187573100364346?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6600187573100364346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6600187573100364346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6600187573100364346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-friends.html' title='True Friends.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-844306575436482176</id><published>2011-01-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:46:54.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the way what I am going to say has nothing to do with me. How to distinguish between friend or like. I think this is one of the biggest blunder in relationships. The factors that destroys friendships. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Some of you may say it takes skill to distinguish between acting as a friend and liking the friend. I say it is totally &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. If it was a skill then many friendships would be destroyed now.&amp;nbsp; But I would say this though. The ability....argh it ain't an ability, but to know this it takes keen observation and knowing the other person. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Why some people can't distinguish?&lt;/span&gt; Well I can't give u a 100% answer, just in &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt;. I think when one confesses and gets rejected, he would think he is being played right? Because the other person was being a "&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; good friend &lt;/span&gt;" to him and he took the " good friend "thing differently. He....or she can't see it because they were able to convince themselves the other party likes them in a ' like like' way. They think if one person putting his/her hand on your arm or shoulder is a 'like like' thing. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok this he/she thing is kinda irritating...Lets just stick to he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are so cooped up with the thought of being played that they missed the important facts around them. They in the end tend to hold grudges.&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;There goes the friendship&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes he takes the rejection too seriously that he inevitably&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt; to himself. It is sad isn't it? Lying to self? Yes saying things like " Oh i was played" or " She is one bad girl right there for doing this to me".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You ask yourself...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What would Jesus do&lt;/span&gt;? Lol sorry just kidding. What I really was going to say was this... Do you know the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;difference &lt;/span&gt;between a friend or more than a friend? Well I bet the internet can tell you all the tell-tale signs bout this matter but I am never sure they are right. Probably just wants lots of publicity don't you think? Some of the tips they give are bogus. Remind yourself not to make these mistakes and be aware. The hand thing was just one example. Why not try watching movies about a show between two best friends one a girl another a boy. hmmmmm like a movie " &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;eight and below&lt;/span&gt;"? About the dogs? right? ( but in the end they both fell in love but never mind that part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey comment and tell me what you think? comment on the blog or the chat box.But if you want to use the chat box please state the topic you wanted to comment on. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-844306575436482176?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/844306575436482176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/friend-or-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/844306575436482176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/844306575436482176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/friend-or-like.html' title='Friend or like?'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3832032571875018588</id><published>2011-01-17T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:47:51.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in this new day, as we know it, everything is more, modern and sophisticated. More distractions, more interest. So tell me what you all wanna talk about. I have spoke on love, friendship, racism, this darn world, being a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;love junky&lt;/span&gt; my latest and hottest hit on my blog. Tell me what you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly I am running out of&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;. So it is time for my readers to tell me. Comment anywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I promise you even when I move to Kuala Lumpur, I'll still blog. This blog will never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe one day I can share with you my &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;vows to my wife&lt;/span&gt; for the future... Nah just joking. Those vows are only meant to be heard by my wife and the church congregation. XP. Suckers! Lol, just joking. Seriously sorry for bringing it up though it is a good one hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me what you guys and gals wanna hear. Noting sensitive that will get me arrested pls. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3832032571875018588?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3832032571875018588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3832032571875018588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3832032571875018588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-day.html' title='New Day'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6543188027740810543</id><published>2011-01-15T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:17:48.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>I am one blessed guy to be circled around a group of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; friends. And by the way, the group is a big group. The people I know , no one is bad. Perfect nope. Someone told me that I always try to see the good in everyone and somehow people will use it to their advantage for their own selfish reasons. For that sometimes my kindness have been taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, It is something bad, but the benefits are way more  and out weighs the downside on being this way. Being as you say... Trying to see the good in everyone enables you to bring the best out of a certain person. Example if this particular guy/girl is a douche with most people but when with you he/she is a different person, much better to be with, more preferable. Get what I mean. Yeah that is my skill and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably one of the reasons most people like to be around me. I try my best to set out a good example as a human being. Be a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; role model&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be someone admired. Do not misunderstand my statement about being admired. I do not meant it in a way like I am so attracted to him( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;maybe a little&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;But what I really mean is this... People admire me in a way that they should follow my example as a person. Again I am not boasting. I admit there are parts of myself which are not admirable at all.&lt;br /&gt;This only means I should learn from other people and sculpt myself into a better figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my friends deeply. I pray for them everyday. I pray for their safety. I pray for their well being. If they have a problem I pray for them.The love between friends is another beautiful thing besides love between family and companion. Let me say , once you're friends with me, it would be hard to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful for the friends I have known. One of my priorities in life besides God, family, and what not is friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6543188027740810543?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6543188027740810543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6543188027740810543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6543188027740810543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-345334137669389459</id><published>2011-01-12T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:38:11.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sentimental</title><content type='html'>A friend once told me " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A person who is inclined to music is usually sentimental&lt;/span&gt;". I was like, hey I am inclined to music. Which means I am sentimental. Yeah I am. Personally I think it is lame to be one as a guy. But I just am. Nothing that I want to change. God created me this way. Hmmm maybe I was too harsh on myself to use the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think is being sentimental can sometimes show weakness and vulnerability. Ok lets speak in terms of the current era. Crying is just not sexy for a guy. It is not romantic. When a guy cries I don't know why i imagine the guy's nose being as red as rudolph sobbing on a box of tissues like he is having the cold only with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky I am not as bad as that. Now for me how would I make being sentimental sexy? Glad you asked..Ah I know u asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I developed a skill to hold tears. Ain't gonna share with you how. So I occasionally let out a small sob, probably a tear down to showed I feel something.&lt;br /&gt;I do not weep or cry with sound effects. Maybe I just make a nose sound to let the party know I teared up a little ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;if that ever happens to me&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is like giving the thought, oh this guy knows how to feel. If you are sentimental, make it to good use and do not make yourself look like a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt; V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-345334137669389459?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/345334137669389459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-sentimental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/345334137669389459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/345334137669389459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-sentimental.html' title='Being sentimental'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7974664817226397381</id><published>2011-01-08T19:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:32:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay clearly I am inexperience to talk about this matter. I'm 17 for goodness sake! But still, I am 100% that at least 3 out of 5 are interested in knowing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I ask my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How do you know it is her? How do you know she is the one for you? How do you know she is the one?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes it has always been the mystery. And my brother would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You don't!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in an exasperated manner&lt;br /&gt;He then says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You just know&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That answer has never been good enough for me. He told me not to go searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but let the one come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So this is what i think of the one... lets see whether I am proven right in the future.  In life, you meet many people. In life you under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;go  many  circumstances, situations, problems, hurdles and whatever god  forsaken shit on this world. Many people you meet will become your  friends and family. Many people will come and touch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One...is the one person who touches you and it completely changes your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She /He would be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/8519932629926528233-7974664817226397381?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7974664817226397381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7974664817226397381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7974664817226397381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2331271543626656856</id><published>2011-01-07T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:01:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Junky</title><content type='html'>It may be normal to many people but this word is one word I try to avoid. True man are attracted women and all with their high levels of testosterone. But being a love junky must really suck! I mean you fall in love so quickly one after the other. Desperate for companionship and relationship. Whatever personalities you have, try not to fall in love so quickly. After a rejection you go looking for a new target after a month of sulking. Doesn't is suck? Makes you feel like a...like a....Help me out here guys...and girls...Like a guy who would never stay loyal. You get that uneasy feeling that settles on top of your conscience causing your inner man to shout out " Hey me! something is wrong with you! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Love Junky yeah... I do not want to be like that. If I ever am that I should change. Listen I am not saying it is a bad thing. It is a normal thing for guys to like girls one after the other. It is just me that I am not okay with it. No offense to anyone but this is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nobody believes me when I tell them I suck at charming girls instead they do this...." Puiii". Yup, an air spit. There is a fine line between good social skills and being good with the ladies. But hey, that does not mean I will stop being me. I know right now in this world there is at least one girl who would like me for who I am (okay more than one). Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If any guys out there are love junkies....No offense bro. Nothing bad...  It is just me and my principles. To be the best I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2331271543626656856?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2331271543626656856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-junky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2331271543626656856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2331271543626656856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-junky.html' title='Love Junky'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7970143740608521962</id><published>2011-01-05T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:53:54.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want an Ending</title><content type='html'>You could say my current condition is based on the awesome song sung by Sam Tsui. But in my case it is friends....Not a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1p74Isbcgc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1p74Isbcgc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... (Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is running on empty&lt;br /&gt;One more day and then we go&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah, the time goes on now&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be home tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Bout a thousand miles too far away&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't forget and I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me and honestly&lt;br /&gt;That's everything I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's a countdown&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day we're not around&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;Then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And we're on with our lives&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... Don't want an ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days turn to hours&lt;br /&gt;And it's just a moment before they go&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz what's after that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the years slip past us&lt;br /&gt;If we lose track or lose the fight&lt;br /&gt;I will search forever to find a back&lt;br /&gt;To tonight, where it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, that's everything I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day,&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's a countdown&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day we're not around&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;Then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And we're on with our lives&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say "See you later"&lt;br /&gt;(See you later)&lt;br /&gt;But I know there's no way we're&lt;br /&gt;(There's no way we're)&lt;br /&gt;Around here again Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;And every "Until next time"&lt;br /&gt;(Until next time)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like one bad punchline&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day,&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall out&lt;br /&gt;But we're all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;In one day,&lt;br /&gt;No way you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's a countdown&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day we're not around&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;Then you're gone (You're gone)&lt;br /&gt;And we're on with our lives&lt;br /&gt;(Is this over?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I'm all out of time&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want an ending)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want an ending&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Don't want an ending&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sam_tsui/#share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7970143740608521962?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7970143740608521962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-want-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7970143740608521962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7970143740608521962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-want-ending.html' title='Don&apos;t want an Ending'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1205824117693921026</id><published>2010-12-31T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:50:40.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           Well, Today is the last day for the year of 2010. Let me just say that this year is my favourite year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          Lets just say that I am surrounded by an awesome group of friends. Although the year did not go smoothly, I think that is what made life so fun. With the ups and down and nothing stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights of the year&lt;br /&gt;many things my dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated a number of birthdays for our teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Performed a few times for retiring teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improved my Chinese a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Chinese songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new Guitar( Ashton )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wrote lots of songs for other people ( retirements, birthdays, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became closer with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out how naive I was and I am in the process of changing it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my class trip ( really not lying....It was awesome!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And all my friends' birthdays celebrated including me ( meaningful, fun, touching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;SPM ( a Major Exam In Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once said, " &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life can be very complicated and can be very simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friend is life. Like I said last time, Life takes on a thousand and one meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Like me I live a life of Love. Some a test, to others a race, and most a temporary assignment.If you have the ability to see beauty even in the most unpleasant sight or situation, you will never grow old. Your body would but you will never grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1205824117693921026?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1205824117693921026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/embracing-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1205824117693921026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1205824117693921026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/embracing-new-year.html' title='Embracing The New Year'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6260103767585542449</id><published>2010-12-27T11:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:36:28.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I have been having too much that I kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lost track on my blog. Actually I really have nothing to write about but let me leave with with this at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna leave my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Erm let me just show you my future plans ( besides being a 17 year old that plans for his future family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write my brother's wedding song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cover songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write more songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the rest we'll see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously a life with just music is definitely boring. Next year Christmas I am going to produce a short clip about my mum from the future talking with my mum in the present or something like that. Cool huh. My channel aint just songs it is also comedy( just started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a Christmas song!&lt;br /&gt;I think I am wasting my time here. sorry guys for wasting yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6260103767585542449?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6260103767585542449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6260103767585542449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6260103767585542449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4188540578308187706</id><published>2010-12-21T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:19:15.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Basically in life what everyone wants to do and has to do is to build relationships. Relationship...A word by itself holds a strong significance. You see the word relationship the things that pops out of your mind enxt are words like love, bridges, loyalty, trust, honesty and the list goes on. See how strong that word is? Well if one has common sense one would try their best to connect with everyone instead of isolating themselves. Why? Okay in life the most important thing to achieve( besides anything to do with God) is have successful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         When you die, you would not say " bring me my certificates and my trophies I want to see them before I die". Hell No! You would say " let me see my family, friends and wife" You would love to see your love ones before you go. If no one surrounds you at your death bed...aint it sad. Feels like no one cares ( Although God does).Relationship is very important. That is why I put it as one of my priorities in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have an original saying...well I hope it is cause I really thought of it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It doesn't matter where we are but who we are with "- By Eddryll 2010&lt;br /&gt;one more one more XP&lt;br /&gt;although it bares no relevance &lt;br /&gt;" To be a human, one must be patient "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;obviously I have lots more to write on this but I lack time.&lt;br /&gt;OK see you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4188540578308187706?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4188540578308187706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4188540578308187706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4188540578308187706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2326698910698568755</id><published>2010-12-19T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:44:50.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>One of my weapons I use in my life. Everytime my friend Steward says he has a problem he will smile a second later knowing what I will be saying. " Pray!". Yes in everything I do i pray. I pray when I am reading the newspaper, bathing, in the toilet doing my business, or playing computer games. The only time I embarrasingly admit that I do not pray is when I eat. Or more like I forget to pray when I eat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                      I pray for my family, my life, everything. It is like I am talking to God. At times is can be about giving thanks and sometimes about asking for His help.&lt;br /&gt;                      I often pray for my friends. In my life I have nothing much that I want. My wants are according to the Lords purpose. One of them is my friends. Truly, with all my heart, I desperately want the safety of my friends. I truly pray for them that one day they will come to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   When I see the pictures of my friends sometimes it just burdens my heart and brings tears out of me. I ask the Lord how long until they know you? Life is like a loan from God, when He takes it away, it just happens. But here is another great joy. I leave the rest to God while I do my best on Earth. What can I do, to be the best example for a Christian and to continue praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2326698910698568755?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2326698910698568755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2326698910698568755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2326698910698568755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6252098438221475269</id><published>2010-12-14T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:53:24.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>Women, a creation of God meant to accompany the lonely man. Years gone by the the roles of women have changed a lot. But that is not what I want to talk about today. I want to talk generally about women. Don't you think they are the hardest creature to read? With the mood swings and unpredictable actions, you just do not know them sometimes. You think that she is happy sometimes she just blows of her lid. (Probablye because of menstruation or menopause)(no offense girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But yet, their feminine side attracts the males. Ok I do not know the statistics but I know women do misunderstand that most man always go for the looks, the beauty and nothing else.(=.= ok well they probably do) But I am here to justify a few things.Yes men are attracted to beauty and would usually be a preference but that does not mean they will choose them in the end. Not all men choose that.Men do choose a girl in personality(very important) beauty usually comes after that. I have said previously in my blog would a guy go for a gorgeous girl if she was a @ss and a backstabber?No.....Er depends on how pathetic humanity has become. Again no offense to anyone but it is a true fact. Random sex, having multiple partners, frequent murders and suicide marks the ebb of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or I am saying things you already know. Oh well let it just be a reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6252098438221475269?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6252098438221475269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6252098438221475269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6252098438221475269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5607145496146382748</id><published>2010-12-08T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:27:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World and Humans</title><content type='html'>We were all born innocent, untouched by corruption, unscathed by evil. we later on transmogrify to adults that have seen reality, life, brutality , and the capabilities of evil a human can commit. Some do it out of fun and some out of passion. Passion in this care is seen as an evil thing. A person too passionate for the wrong thing can drive him away from the right path.&lt;br /&gt;                             Yes it is true, we cannot avoid being change by the world. The world? I mean some, follow fashion trends, some follow the latest music, some go gaga over singers, some find it fun to rob and steal, some join gengs and later on mafias and many more that mind puny little mind can't think of. We cannot avoid the scratches, dents on our bodies,injuries and scars that will stay in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;                                  But we always forget one more gift we have when we were born into this Earth. The gift and power of free choice. I would choose the right one. Is it so hard to take in some criticism to avoid conflict, or to forgive a person no matter how much he or she has hurt you to create a happy environment, or the at least throw the trash in the dustbin to keep the place clean? Believe me it is not so hard. It is always best to make choices for the greater good, but remember to always be wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5607145496146382748?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5607145496146382748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-and-humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5607145496146382748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5607145496146382748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-and-humans.html' title='The World and Humans'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5393472427142748492</id><published>2010-12-03T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:31:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the fight</title><content type='html'>As you all friends, followers, and blogwalkers should know, I am having my public exams and I am persevering. I have no time to post anything on interesting topics or current events ( that I rarely do ). The irony is I am writing about this. Yeah, I am fighting the fight. I am left with two more papers which I fear....Chemistry and Biology. I ain't no science person. I am more on the hands on, entertainer, cheerful person.&lt;br /&gt;     I am writing this just to give you guys an update. Once I am finish with this    "war"... I'll be right back on typing. Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;    A friend once told me, " Eddryll, you have the gift of cheering people up " and I said, " I am grateful for that gift ". Friends would always mistake my calmness during the exam for being confident and that I have studied. Well newsflash guys and gals, I haven't studied it all but I did do my best. I tried what I can and I'll give it my best shot for the exams. I have peace with me that is why I am so darn calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words( doesn't mean I am dying )&lt;br /&gt;Eddryll: What ever results I get, good or bad, I know I'll do great in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, an original. Should be applicable to everyone XD. It is just a test a freaking test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5393472427142748492?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5393472427142748492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/fighting-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5393472427142748492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5393472427142748492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/12/fighting-fight.html' title='Fighting the fight'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7027709858656562837</id><published>2010-11-19T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:54:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day in school.</title><content type='html'>Well today was my last day in school. Next week Tuesday would be the beginning of the public exams ( SPM ). Some call it "torture chamber" I see it as just an exam. I have never been so calm and I am glad I am. I do not feel the tension. I am so glad to have the peace of the Lord with me.&lt;br /&gt;    So today was not about studying but more on spending time with friends. Playing games, laughing, taking pictures and whatever possible a human teenage can do while in school ( the good things of course). &lt;br /&gt;    When the bell rang, teachers hustled the students to go home. Teachers were wishing us all the best for the coming exams. As I walked out the school gate, I turned to look behind me. Students smiling with their bags walking past me. A friend of mine told me to stop looking back and go home. &lt;br /&gt;    So with one last glance I said " Ah all the memories " and walk away.&lt;br /&gt; So nostalgic looking at the school. It all ended so quickly i wish I had more time but yet I am also excited for the future and what it holds. I could still vividly remember my first day in Gajah Berang school. My hair, my height, my still unbroken voice box. I waited at the prefectorial room before the form ones would gather. From form 1 to 5 it all feels so quick. It literally feels like it was just yesterday. I somehow wished I had more time but then again want to see what the future holds for me. Such irony can exist in a kid like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7027709858656562837?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7027709858656562837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-last-day-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7027709858656562837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7027709858656562837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-last-day-in-school.html' title='My last day in school.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4255386035071243151</id><published>2010-11-18T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:56:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fantasy</title><content type='html'>This is one of the many things i usually fantasies about. My death. At my funeral...What would my friends and family say about me. Good or bad....Actually nobody says bad things at funerals. So I fantasy on how many good things my friends and family can say about me. What they say would be the prove of weather I have been a good friend, good child, good brother, good leader, and so on. It will be the prove whether I have made an impact on this world. It would be the prove whether I have changed people for the better.&lt;br /&gt;       Hahaha. For me I am not afraid of dying. But it would be sad it I am dead. There is so much changing to do in the world. I want the world to see Christ in me. XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4255386035071243151?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4255386035071243151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4255386035071243151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4255386035071243151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fantasy.html' title='My fantasy'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7435208072031363271</id><published>2010-10-29T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:17:53.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children These Days.</title><content type='html'>Why? The question why is the key word in this topic. I hear, children watching blue film, Retaliating, rebelling, scolding vulgar words and all sorts of actions that are abhorrent. What is the parts of a child's education that had gone wrong? Why are they like this?&lt;br /&gt;   So much so that even teachers can't control them? Those days, students had to respect the teachers even though they are angry with them. Now, teachers have to earn the respect of the students. Do not give excuses that the teachers technique is wrong or they are not carrying out assertive discipline. Bull ****!&lt;br /&gt;  I hear from my mum about these primary children being...sorry to say, ass holes. I was thinking to myself why? It is always why. Why must they be like that? What good does it do. Obviously nothing at all. It is plainly speaking, pathetic.I was thinking, If I am a good person, a good boy, a good child, a good student...How much difference can I make if I am only one out of every hundred? Lucky for me, I believe i can. But for those out there, they begin to doubt. &lt;br /&gt;  The acts of these children these days marks the ebb of civilization. Its true and you cannot deny it. I'm sure you all can see that the end of the world is obviously near. Duh. Wonder if this is part of it. When you think of it....Ain't it sad to see children so corrupted itself. Children, who were suppose to be untainted, naive, and young becoming malicious and malevolent. The future is definitely gone in their hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7435208072031363271?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7435208072031363271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/children-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7435208072031363271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7435208072031363271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/children-these-days.html' title='Children These Days.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1713764439539866218</id><published>2010-10-26T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:22:36.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes and perfection</title><content type='html'>Perfect. A word that in truth will never exist except in God. Yeah God is perfection. We all one day want to see his perfection.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    But we humans, can never be perfect. It is impossible, 'will never happen' fact. We make mistakes like we always do. The interesting thing is that how we handle these mistakes, problems, or hardship. We have two choices. One is bad one is good. One is wise, one is foolish. One will aggravate the situation, one will bring out benefits for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Find the most polite, patient, hardworking, good heart-ed, handsome/pretty, kind person and he still has a bad side. I truly believe if the person is perfect, he will be taken up to heaven immediately. So whenever a person makes a mistake, I forgive them. No matter how terrible it is with the Lords help. In his grace and mercy I forgive the person. XD. I know we are just humans. We are just like a tiny little spec of dust mites in a tiny little planet called Earth, in a tiny little galaxy of ours ( the Milky Way). We are weak and fragile who needs guidance from the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some of you may say. No! I use the word perfect before. Ha ha. Er the meaning perfect has been distorted a little. The word perfect nowadays can be meant as a compliment. true? yeah. That is all. I could share more but I need to study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1713764439539866218?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1713764439539866218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistakes-and-perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1713764439539866218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1713764439539866218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistakes-and-perfection.html' title='Mistakes and perfection'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3082900412437830168</id><published>2010-10-21T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:41:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LeeHom (你不知道的事)- Eddryll Teo cover</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be singing in Chinese. Never at all. But thanks to some of my friends who allow me to see the beauty in the wonderful language. One of my friend, a girl named Maffrine^^ suddenly ask me to learn up this song. &lt;br /&gt;Maffrine : Eh please go listen and learn this song " Ni bu zhi dao de shi " I think it suits yours voice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending up becoming a fan of Wang Lee Hom. Ending up listening to Chinese songs. Ended up deciding to take Chinese Classes after SPM. I believe it gives me a lot of leverage to speak this hard, unique , amazing language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started learning from my friends idioms,how to write, read, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again seriously I never thought of singing this song in public. I learn the song only after a few weeks and I am singing it for a teacher's retirement and then now on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the link...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCVEvtsktqE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCVEvtsktqE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3082900412437830168?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3082900412437830168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/leehom-eddryll-teo-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3082900412437830168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3082900412437830168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/leehom-eddryll-teo-cover.html' title='LeeHom (你不知道的事)- Eddryll Teo cover'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7389694883392646325</id><published>2010-10-16T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:30:31.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>I mean, isn't it obvious? End times are near. Now blah blah blah...they'll say the world will become worse. Still, it is so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil doings, evil thoughts, and words that come out from man. Why? Why must we be selfish? Why must we have lust and greed. If we overcome it, wouldn't it be much much better for the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see corruption even in the institution of the family. Ah forget the politics. Power and money can change people and it has certainly changed them. I mean when you see family backstabbing each other. Brothers killing brothers. Husbands turning away from their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...This is not so sad. This is actually PATHETIC. Agreed? Yeah, Lame pathetic crap. Families doing this. Being so naive for those who experience it. But still pathetic is the word for such things to happen in the family.BTW please do not link this post with my life. For those who know me, I am one of the happiest person you can find on earth. Contented with life. But my point stays for families who do that are pathetic. I am trying to make it sound so embarrassing and stupid. Ha! It should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7389694883392646325?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7389694883392646325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7389694883392646325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7389694883392646325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1275237615448456723</id><published>2010-10-10T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:15:01.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation Of my Birthday</title><content type='html'>So on the 9th of October, My brother treated me and my mum to a scrumptious dinner. he decided to bring us to Asian Havanah. Ok.....I'll admit...I have never heard of that place before. XP. But the place looked great. Clean. Sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TLGCdLFC06I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Yof2AGFzEM/s1600/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TLGCdLFC06I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Yof2AGFzEM/s320/DSC02787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526341655462073250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother's fiance's meal, had an uncooked chicken....We complained and immediately she got another plate complete with fries , ham, chicken, and what not and she had to eat it all over again. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good service. Then at home, there was a cake waiting for us. Unlike any other cake. It is called crib cake i think. Nothing spongy, all layers and layers with cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TLGDYQ6JUsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IEFSOCOKIVQ/s1600/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TLGDYQ6JUsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IEFSOCOKIVQ/s320/DSC02792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526342670639256258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pictures but it is on my brother's camera.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my birthday. Celebrated for two days. One by friends another by my family. Truly this is my ' most fun year'so far. Grateful for this life of mine. With the joy I get , I will spread the joy to everyone around me. XD PEace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1275237615448456723?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1275237615448456723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/continuation-of-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1275237615448456723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1275237615448456723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/continuation-of-my-birthday.html' title='Continuation Of my Birthday'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TLGCdLFC06I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Yof2AGFzEM/s72-c/DSC02787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-348019670527019250</id><published>2010-10-08T14:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:16:19.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3G79IHRF5k/TK6zIjOqDtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6958xaZVas0/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3G79IHRF5k/TK6zIjOqDtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6958xaZVas0/s320/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550752307220178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Just want to share with you friends, followers, and blogwalkers on how I spent my birthday. So before the pictures come in let me share how it started. It all started with me being nervous as hell. I was performing fora retiring teacher. Why you say I am nervous? It is because I was going to sing a Chinese song and I am not Chinese educated. So the morning was just a heart thumping moment that could not end. So till the moment came...&lt;br /&gt;    I sang the Chinese song first( get the hard one over with) The song is called Ni Bu Zhi Dao De Shi 你不知道的事  by Wang Lee Hom. Then I sang When You Say Nothing at all. Tremendous support from my friends XD. So here is the fun part...after the performance and everything we went back to our classes.I was packing and on my way to class I saw a group of ppl waiting anticipating, smiling, When they saw me, they raised up Cardboards with wordings on them. Will show them to you later.&lt;br /&gt;   While I was singing, of course i did mistakes. My first time singing a Chinese song. but I had fun. So back to the cardboard thingy...They were waving the cardboards like being my fans of some sort. It was fun and unpredicted of them. Funny thing....they ran after me and my other friends that performed to sign the cardboards hahaha. Best day ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK6z25lJ1BI/AAAAAAAAADc/w95ygZTVofI/s1600/DSC02782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK6z25lJ1BI/AAAAAAAAADc/w95ygZTVofI/s320/DSC02782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525551548581139474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cardboards.&lt;br /&gt;Now my presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK60Wud7jZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-z-Zhu3F4tA/s1600/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK60Wud7jZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-z-Zhu3F4tA/s320/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525552095353867666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK603E1jz9I/AAAAAAAAADs/iYUVmfsTyno/s1600/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK603E1jz9I/AAAAAAAAADs/iYUVmfsTyno/s320/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525552651114368978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sewed this for me. My name engraved in thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK61gnN5c7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AHnFX1_qvO4/s1600/DSC02783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK61gnN5c7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AHnFX1_qvO4/s320/DSC02783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525553364717892530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cake given to me for my previous performance. So happen on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK62AyVw0pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DxNrAIfNsls/s1600/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TK62AyVw0pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DxNrAIfNsls/s320/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525553917459485330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome shirt ( they call it jacket ) that they got for me. XD man Happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to all my friends Thank you for being a friend of mine. Truly each and everyone of you are my friends.XD Thanks for the presents. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a lot to share on today. But I think your head is getting dizzy so cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-348019670527019250?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/348019670527019250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/348019670527019250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/348019670527019250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3G79IHRF5k/TK6zIjOqDtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6958xaZVas0/s72-c/DSC02781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-8317411472640553363</id><published>2010-10-07T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:30:41.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>A friend once quoted to me " Eddryll, you did not grow up learning Chinese Mandarin but you grew up singing it ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from that point of view...It seriously is cool. I had never thought of it like that. Language is a beautiful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-8317411472640553363?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/8317411472640553363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/nervous_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8317411472640553363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/8317411472640553363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/nervous_07.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3800385461525437788</id><published>2010-10-01T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:08:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirinda Cosgrove-Kissing U ( Male version)</title><content type='html'>So Readers...recently I recorded a video of me singing Kissing U by Mirinda Cosgrove.&lt;br /&gt;I figured...It is a simple nice song. But it is for a girl...so I changed some of the lyrics that should suit me. Here is the link to the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26l5shaJTcY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26l5shaJTcY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly, it's like electricity&lt;br /&gt;I might die cause without you i can't breath,&lt;br /&gt;you get closer and there's no where, in this world I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;( just put in the part that is changed)&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Cause when you're kissing me&lt;br /&gt;My senses come alive&lt;br /&gt;Almost like the puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Falls right into place&lt;br /&gt;You're all that it takes&lt;br /&gt;My doubts fade away&lt;br /&gt;when you're kissing me&lt;br /&gt;When you're kissing me&lt;br /&gt;It all starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;And all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I ve been shouting in my head&lt;br /&gt;Girl are you the one that I really trust&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear it becomes&lt;br /&gt;When you're kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse&lt;br /&gt;My loves for you would go really far&lt;br /&gt;Walls of your pictures right in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I wouldn't do this till&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one (no one)&lt;br /&gt;No gal that I've met before&lt;br /&gt;Could make me (make me)&lt;br /&gt;want you so much more&lt;br /&gt;And have you noticed&lt;br /&gt;I lose my focus And the world around me disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some rough moments...but I am so tired of re-recording. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3800385461525437788?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3800385461525437788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mirinda-cosgrove-kissing-u-male-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3800385461525437788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3800385461525437788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mirinda-cosgrove-kissing-u-male-version.html' title='Mirinda Cosgrove-Kissing U ( Male version)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7062927290536695539</id><published>2010-09-30T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:07:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>My exams are over...for now till the real SPM comes. I ain't gonna talk about how hard the paper was....Okay it was the hardest add-math paper I have ever encountered. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel like I just coughed up the last gulp of sea water after my friends have helped pumping my water-filled chest. I am ALIVE....but still in weak condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and Boys...That is what exam can do to you...Well at least that was what it did to me. I am going to study really hard this time. Make sure I get all A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray you guide me along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7062927290536695539?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7062927290536695539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7062927290536695539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7062927290536695539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1997156882949745622</id><published>2010-09-26T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:12:14.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVERPOOL</title><content type='html'>Well...Liverpool was once known as the giants of the premier league. Now, it has sunken to the bottom half of the charts. They were once feared, and Manchester United would always get nervous when going against them. What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;     Well my theory is, that Almost the whole front line of Liverpool football players has been changed. So some do not know each other well, and most do not know how the others play. Tactics, styles, strategies. Each player knows how to play well but together, they don't mash up like do need to. So they need to play together more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ashmeetasingh.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/steven-gerrard669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://ashmeetasingh.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/steven-gerrard669.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The morale booster in the team is definitely Gerrard Steven. The legendary midfielder. Specialty, score from a far range. Has A killer shot and can defend well as well. He has great stamina to run the whole field and is the heartbeat of the club.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one bad season for them. But I am sure they'll be back on their feet strong and tough as ever once they get the team to be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1997156882949745622?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1997156882949745622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/liverpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1997156882949745622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1997156882949745622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/liverpool.html' title='LIVERPOOL'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2357758773419342133</id><published>2010-09-25T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:03:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky risky</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of putting a Chinese song cover on Youtube. Phew. I need to practice the song for the perfect enunciation. I may sound good but I can kill the song if I dun pronounce the sounds and intonations correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I may be singing with the keyboard cause....c'mon be frank...U seeing me singing with the guitar is pretty boring. And and and and I do not have the knowledge and sources to do all those effects and u know...special stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T...But it is my passion for music. So I just keep on singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2357758773419342133?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2357758773419342133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/risky-risky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2357758773419342133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2357758773419342133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/risky-risky.html' title='Risky risky'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1106772573127034314</id><published>2010-09-24T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:29:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube singers</title><content type='html'>This are some of the youtube singers that are good. &lt;br /&gt;Sam Tsui&lt;br /&gt;AJ Rafael&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa Bernal&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Bondoc&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Bazinet&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Wards&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Vincent&lt;br /&gt;David Choi&lt;br /&gt;Mia Rose&lt;br /&gt;Victor Kim &lt;br /&gt;Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few our of the millions I know. They inspire me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1106772573127034314?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1106772573127034314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/youtube-singers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1106772573127034314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1106772573127034314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/youtube-singers.html' title='Youtube singers'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5452060582785773896</id><published>2010-09-22T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:09:59.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE</title><content type='html'>Well I am a Chinese and I am proud of it. I am a Malaysian and I am happy to be one. But...I am as the Asians in Malaysia would say...Banana. Well for those who do not know what a " Banana " means in my dictionary...It means that I am a Chinese who doesn't speak mandarin. Their mother language. Seriously...It is disappointing and embarrassing for me. I started picking up this language when I was 13 now I am going to be 17 and I am considered...still not okay. My friends understand me but my my intonations and enunciation sucks. Learning here. So I decided I'll be taking Chinese lessons when I go to the University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I regretted not learning this language. Seriously, it could give you leverage. serious leverage. And recently my friends got me learning Chinese songs, yea. So I am trying to place every interest I got in Chinese. You know...Build that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After my final exams SPM my class would be having a trip. And they would make one day Chinese day for me. They'll speak mandarin the whole day for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all. Chaozzzz ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5452060582785773896?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5452060582785773896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5452060582785773896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5452060582785773896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/chinese.html' title='CHINESE'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2536156354716315914</id><published>2010-09-19T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:41:23.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard People!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so logically, it seems the exclamation sign ' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ' can attract readers. Ok my topic today is, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Throughout my life, I had seen, talked, walked, and experience many kinds of people. The kind, the hardy, to polite, the selfish, the fun, the sad, the sanguine, the choleric,the melancholy, phlegmatic, and so much more. &lt;br /&gt;   I came to a conclusion...that so far...for me...the hardest person to be around with are these kind of people...er...They are hard hearted, egoistic , arrogant , sensitive and temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why? Hard hearted person is a stubborn person. He closes himself and confines only to himself. He does not listen. So it is hard to get through him. Not only hard...He does not want to be get through. Egoistic. A deadly killer personality. It takes a lot of humility to admit that he is wrong and that is a person I salute. But a bruised ego...If one cannot take it, he becomes offended and thus the " sensitive " part of him appears. Showing a sad look, throwing tantrums all sorts you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And arrogance compliments the man's ego. Because of his bruised ego, he becomes defensive and offensive protecting himself, refusing to admit and creating a thousand and one answers to get back at you. Arrogance. Showing that you are better than others. You rationalize and make yourself think you are correct. &lt;br /&gt;  From being offensive and defensive, the persons temper will flare. He is never patient and he shall cause the argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So readers...agree on me with this? The downfall of being this is that, you'll become inconsiderate and selfish in the sense, you think only for yourself and not others. People will think you are proud although maybe you are not. The fact is, you are not aware that you are proud. You become judgemental and critical and think you always have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So this is to me the hardest person to be around with. C ya (^.~) V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2536156354716315914?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2536156354716315914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/hard-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2536156354716315914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2536156354716315914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/hard-people.html' title='Hard People!!!'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6566629054997650465</id><published>2010-09-18T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:51:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souless...</title><content type='html'>That's right, I ain't gonna talk about the exams. Instead...what has the exams caused me. People know me to be soulful and cheerful but lately, ( beginning from a week before the exams) I became less lively and tired. I became down. But i managed to put a mask on so people would not notice. I am fine, don't get me wrong. Just so tired of everything. Had no feeling. I felt dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TJQouqb7-dI/AAAAAAAAADU/5Wvlvj0P6-c/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TJQouqb7-dI/AAAAAAAAADU/5Wvlvj0P6-c/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518080225566259666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i will get out of this bad feeling. The crappy thing out of this tiredness every other bad thing surfaced out of me. sucks. It is normal i guess. Honestly, right now although I will never ever do it i feel like going to the top of the mountain peak and just jump down. Feel that rush of the wind. And then hopefully wake up and find out it is just a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6566629054997650465?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6566629054997650465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/souless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6566629054997650465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6566629054997650465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/souless.html' title='Souless...'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TJQouqb7-dI/AAAAAAAAADU/5Wvlvj0P6-c/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1948204648390856086</id><published>2010-09-12T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:03:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When She Smiles( NEW SONG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zU6w01y2ho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zU6w01y2ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here is the link to my new song...out on youtube. Go watch. You know next time i better sing famous songs to get more views instead of writing songs. So it is call When She Smiles...and okay I'll list it as my third single after " My Precious " and " You said ". &lt;br /&gt;          After SPM I plan to write Christian songs. I figured God gave me this gift to write songs for him. Here are the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she breaths, it is her that I just need, Oh Why?&lt;br /&gt;Every time she sings, I go blank and I day dream, Oh Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby its not fair, to see you standing here not there.&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I do is see can't touch&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful to me...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;OOOH What I see ain't no illusion, I'm in love with that girl when she smiles(and)&lt;br /&gt;OOOH like Romeo and Juliet, she held me on my hands for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Cause when He feels is what I feel now, Oh right now, ow, ow, ooO &lt;br /&gt;When she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fire like static, it just surges right through me when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you free, cause I would like to ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby its not fair, to see your face I just can't bare,&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I do is see can't touch,&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: But I know this won't happen, all of this is in my head,&lt;br /&gt;              That you would say yes, and take me, Oh what a dream&lt;br /&gt;               It's not as it seems, Its just a dream. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH to me you are still the one, the girl that I would love forever,( and )&lt;br /&gt;OOOH and when you truly love someone, you'll start to learn that sometimes there's no together. ( But)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll enjoy/.....here is the link again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zU6w01y2ho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zU6w01y2ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1948204648390856086?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1948204648390856086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-she-smiles-new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1948204648390856086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1948204648390856086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-she-smiles-new-song.html' title='When She Smiles( NEW SONG)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5230112279346418155</id><published>2010-09-11T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:31:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE PARTY!</title><content type='html'>Some of you misunderstood when we said " Sis Shirley". It does not mean my sister. It is how we called the women in our church. So the youth had an activity today. Which is to jog at Bukit Cina. Here is us waiting for the others to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIub4vEdnXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MyFl2OQ0ubc/s1600/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIub4vEdnXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MyFl2OQ0ubc/s320/DSC02735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515673567655468402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it was hell of a jam...Raya HOlidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIucY-q3ybI/AAAAAAAAADE/h5aUQL79u54/s1600/DSC02736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIucY-q3ybI/AAAAAAAAADE/h5aUQL79u54/s320/DSC02736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515674121598912946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Eric...trying to avoid the cam which ended up like drumming in the air.Jogged up the hill. Fun Fun Fun. Good Exercise. Had dinner. Then went to Sis Shirley's home where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret party&lt;/span&gt; began.&lt;br /&gt;We took out the card and the cake ( which we specially baked...Stewyllric Chocolate Special) which surprised her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIudMGOfpvI/AAAAAAAAADM/oap6-605_dU/s1600/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIudMGOfpvI/AAAAAAAAADM/oap6-605_dU/s320/DSC02743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515674999800702706" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the Happy birthday Girl...I mean lady XD. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ac53b2a26bfaf0f" 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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ac53b2a26bfaf0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7375CBC5EC97AAA199954AF3F1F5FFA39C332840.74E6C975F2A2FBF1AE59F5260B497C2CBC17E760%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ac53b2a26bfaf0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsyQHJ3yb1tXFBKPR4Yhxz_T5Dik&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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ac53b2a26bfaf0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331284480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7375CBC5EC97AAA199954AF3F1F5FFA39C332840.74E6C975F2A2FBF1AE59F5260B497C2CBC17E760%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ac53b2a26bfaf0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsyQHJ3yb1tXFBKPR4Yhxz_T5Dik&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/8519932629926528233-5230112279346418155?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5230112279346418155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/surprise-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5230112279346418155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5230112279346418155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/surprise-party.html' title='SURPRISE PARTY!'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIub4vEdnXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MyFl2OQ0ubc/s72-c/DSC02735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5479461286111641866</id><published>2010-09-10T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:10:59.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKING CAKE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So okay, three musically incline teenagers went out to Jusco to buy ingredients to bake a cake yesterday. One teen named Steward suggested...no insisted to bake a cake for our dear Sis Shirley from church. He wanted it so badly and we agreed...in the end/eventually. &lt;br /&gt;     So today we baked it. Haha funny. Why? First time, many mistakes. Wanted to take pictures but camera out of battery. So we charged it and this is all we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIobVZl080I/AAAAAAAAACk/G-D7h_SHigA/s1600/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIobVZl080I/AAAAAAAAACk/G-D7h_SHigA/s320/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515250748129342274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIodNB8ihgI/AAAAAAAAACs/eajE2sEr2S0/s1600/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIodNB8ihgI/AAAAAAAAACs/eajE2sEr2S0/s320/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515252803366454786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was before. Looks like....I ain't gonna say it. But yeah so the problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifting the flour...the sifter like fell apart i guess. The flour was all over( small amount) had to redo. Forgot to beat the eggs. Forgot to grease the pan. I better stop telling the probs or you'll get scared. We had fun. Laughing. Then while baking, we had a jamming session. PLayed our guitars and sang out in the open. had lunch at the expensive Uncle and Aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dearest mum came home...helped us...and now it looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIofUTBeFUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c5idMXCM4MA/s1600/DSC02728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIofUTBeFUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c5idMXCM4MA/s320/DSC02728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515255127232877890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh. Hope it taste as well as it looks. It was okay i tasted it. It was good awesome fellowship we had. Well I might record my new song today maybe post it up tomorrow. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow baked a cake, I call it the Stewyllric Chocolate special.hahaha. Steward eddryll eric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5479461286111641866?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5479461286111641866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/baking-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5479461286111641866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5479461286111641866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/baking-cake.html' title='BAKING CAKE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TIobVZl080I/AAAAAAAAACk/G-D7h_SHigA/s72-c/DSC02724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5590833449824972823</id><published>2010-09-09T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:40:20.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG</title><content type='html'>Well my new song is done called " When She Smile ". I do not know when I'll be posting the video..probably this Saturday maybe after my trials...er maybe I still need a few more reviews on my song before posting it too. XD but i like the song myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5590833449824972823?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5590833449824972823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5590833449824972823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5590833449824972823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/song.html' title='SONG'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6219422150080029426</id><published>2010-09-08T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:01:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>Well today you are going to hear a simple theory on racism from a 17 year old "soon to be in one more month" student on racism.&lt;br /&gt; Racism is certainly something really unpleasant that hurts not only you but the whole community. It is seriously a poison which people use although they know the outcome would be bad all because they were mad.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Here is another thing. I think racism exist only in a small fraction in my country. But everyone of us feel it making us uneasy. And " racism " mostly come from political minds. Political minds do not need to come from government servants. Anybody can be political minded. College students, some old farmer who reads newspaper or an old grandfather who watches the news daily without missing a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Er and somehow when one race brings up a sensitive issue, we somehow( We as in the whole nation) gets entangled in it. And the issues influence many people creating hate in the atmosphere. Why must the word 'racist' exist??? Dude! think of the future and act wisely. Living in harmony...blah blah I am sure you have heard of it....Hey! Then keep them in your heart and soul that we should learn to love one another and live peacefully with tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; and I think there are some points that i forgot....oh well. till next time XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6219422150080029426?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6219422150080029426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/racism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6219422150080029426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6219422150080029426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2807502915605564849</id><published>2010-09-05T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:17:34.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_* V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZZ-kSwuv54"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZZ-kSwuv54&lt;/a&gt; so this is the link to the performance for pn.lim's birhtday. Pictures in facebook. Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I played the guitar for the church on Sunday for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;This is a short scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric : Are you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;Edd: nah, Bible tells us not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Ok Good.&lt;br /&gt;Edd: Can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;...Eric: Yes you can!&lt;br /&gt;( After 5 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Edd: Eric...Yes I am nervous....&lt;br /&gt;Eric: LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2807502915605564849?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2807502915605564849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2807502915605564849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2807502915605564849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/v.html' title='^_* V'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-3603046761078627891</id><published>2010-09-03T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:45:46.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>So what does ' LoL ' mean? It means Laugh Out Loud ( LoL )...nowadays people use this word so common in everyday "speeches", smses, and MSN. Has the word lol lost its significance? I have observed that even I some...most of the time would just lol at anything.&lt;br /&gt;      E.g, " I haven't had my lunch " reply is "lol" or " darn you for..." reply " lol". Laugh out Loud for simple things like this? And when It is really funny the will put the acronym like this LOL!!!!!! And that is understood to be funny. A simple small lol means that oh I hear you, i'm smiling. Only with the hit on the CAPS LOCK key is where the lol shows its real meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that it is wrong....Just stating the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-3603046761078627891?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/3603046761078627891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3603046761078627891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/3603046761078627891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/lol.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-2051583043611741685</id><published>2010-09-03T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:50:20.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Birthday</title><content type='html'>Wow either you will be grateful or bored that I am so regular on my blog. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So today we celebrated our math teacher Pn. Lim Lay Yuen's birthday. Well It was really fun. But lets diverge from the story a little for a moment. So morning, we had two periods of PJ....Awesome. Ok back to the story again XD. We made her a bouquet of roses...oh did I say roses? I meant, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAPER ROSES&lt;/span&gt; of different colours and paper lollipops around it. Yeah I know, I am the " SIFU " for the rose thingy. I thought them how to make....well that is enough of me. Lets get back to the story. So preparing preparing...ordered pizza....Shift tables....teacher walks in. A sketch was in session. A short story on her life, where this time the female actor was a guy. He wore a skirt. Funny. A really hilarious sketch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then presents were given, a big birthday card, special homecooked food made for teacher by Ying Jie. No pictures to post yet. but there were tons. Will post on my next post hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then I sang, " When you say nothing at all ". It all went smoothly till...I went to a falsetto which I suddenly could not reach.=.= But It was my favourite part. T.T but hey, the song touched the teacher's heart. Made her tear up. XD she said she and her husband love the song.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Picture time. really took a lot of pictures. Some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rate 18&lt;/span&gt; some ....well you'll find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Had fun, body aches, so freaking tired, nice time. Everything was fun. What a day  begin the holidays~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-2051583043611741685?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/2051583043611741685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2051583043611741685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/2051583043611741685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-birthday.html' title='Teachers Birthday'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5575811994400167772</id><published>2010-09-02T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:45:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am.</title><content type='html'>I want someone to love me....Who I am. Nick Jonas single ' who I am '.&lt;br /&gt;So recently I decided what I wanted to be for the future. Last time when I was so uncertain I would hit myself on the wall and worry. But it seemed that almost everyone had the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           I am happy That GOD ( god god god god, the echo of the almighty) gave me a quick answer. =.= Well I hope the answer was from him. Well He knows me XP. I am a guy who values relationship and loves to love people. Yeah for those readers who did not know, I live a life of love. Everything..looooove.... so, I was on the path of psychology. I was sure of it. Having to know tat clinical psychology.....ah not so good here in Malaysia( I think ) and psychology in business....the word " business " just take away my mood. Counseling...Not what I had in mind. And the word came to me on the interenet...Marriage/ Family therapist. Cool huh. Ain't much but it is something that I would love to do. I mean help.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           Preserve relationships, help fix things in the family, help the husband/wife realize the reason they got married in the first place. I approach everything with love. And I bet nobody can fight love.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;          Then on Tuesday night at 11.30 i watch parenthood on star world astro channel. Wow , it like confirm my needed job even more. I have a soft spot for families if u must know. Oh you didn't ask? XP said it. I love seeing a brother playing with his little bro, sister treating her little bro to ice-cream, parents still holding hands and the wife's head on the hubby's shoulder. All this feels so precious to me. Things that can make me smile.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5575811994400167772?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5575811994400167772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5575811994400167772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5575811994400167772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-6586767411281909557</id><published>2010-08-28T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:38:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>Well.....=.= i always like to start off my sentence with a well. Well recently one of my rabbi lend this book to me called personality plus. wow I learned quite a lot on how different people can be and how they are and how accurate the friggin' book is.&lt;br /&gt;   So I took the test, our of the four characters the highest score was on a temperament called " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PoPular Sanguine&lt;/span&gt; ". but honestly when I took the test , I was pretty holistic. I am not bragging here but the test results were pretty close. I could conclude myself with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM A POPULAR SANGUINE AND A PEACEFUL PHLEGMATIC PERSON&lt;/span&gt;. Come to think of it, I think it is an awesome combination of personalities. Well I am lazy to give you the details here, check it out yourself. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two personalities were Powerful Choleric and Perfect Melancholy( Perfectionist) After reading, perfectionist is in need of a change as well as powerful choleric. Ok Ok I am done. Not speaking ain't no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you next time readers....Oh even if you don't follow me. Trust me...I know you're reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-6586767411281909557?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/6586767411281909557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6586767411281909557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/6586767411281909557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/personality.html' title='Personality'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4151137321365033667</id><published>2010-08-27T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:06:57.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT is What IT is.</title><content type='html'>In the end we are all just humans. I can be as honest as i can be but there are still parts that I do not share. I lie to myself and I convince myself that I'm fine. In the process of lying to myself, I lie to my friends also. It is what It is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4151137321365033667?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4151137321365033667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-what-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4151137321365033667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4151137321365033667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='IT is What IT is.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4027457764954669531</id><published>2010-08-26T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:23:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to never forget</title><content type='html'>August 26th of the year 2010. It was morning, for some, their hearts cried from the inside out for sitting in the hot Sun and for some, excitement burst from their smile because they were going to perform. I was one of the ones that were to perform. &lt;br /&gt;    My group " The GEL " ( don't ask why we got that name ) wore our pink class shirt and jeans. Preparing to perform for Miss Yeow's retirement event. It was promising to be great on this auspicious event minus the Yellow Sun of course that scorched some people. Oh I pray the applied sun block. &lt;br /&gt;   Speeches were given, more speeches, then prizes. Then the moment of truth came. Our performances. Some were nervous until the teacher gave up on motivating him, some were excited. So we our group was the fourth to perform. There was singing, dancing, and music. Music? I mean a boy playing a saxophone which could sweep a girls feet away. Anyway, The GEL had four performances. Let me list them sing an ORIgINaL song, sing 'Its all coming back to me ' by Celine Dion , play a birthday song, play auld lang syne. One of them could not be executed.&lt;br /&gt;    Ok here are the lyrics for the first song: &lt;br /&gt;All the memories that we have together we will cherish them,( OOWOOOH )&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that can take away those moments no matter where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look from the start, where we first met&lt;br /&gt;You opened my window to the world, so remember with this one song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: You as our teacher, we'll always love you, &lt;br /&gt;        You remain in our hearts forever your wisdom stays in our soul,&lt;br /&gt;        There's a time we will fight and a time we will cry&lt;br /&gt;        there's a season that will change,&lt;br /&gt;        Though you're leaving here today, Doesn't mean Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that went well, but after the Celine Dion song, one of our teachers had a seizure. He was shaking vigorously, and I honestly did not know what to feel. For some it was bravery to take control, some were in a state of shock, some were panicky and some cried out of nostalgia. I pray he'll be healthy and something like this will never happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that went well I thought. ^^ But hey I had...okay I really did not know how to feel, should I be happy? Well I am, but hey I am always happy so that does not count.XP . Okay ok i got it. This would be the day I would never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4027457764954669531?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4027457764954669531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-to-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4027457764954669531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4027457764954669531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-to-never-forget.html' title='A day to never forget'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-866231087101373859</id><published>2010-08-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:03:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty and trust</title><content type='html'>I am not sure whether I have written about honesty but here goes. Honesty and trust are one of the values I take seriously and at heart. I think I learn to value these virtues through my life experiences. Well i ain't gonna share with you those experiences XP...Deal with it! Lol. So I agree with the saying " honesty is the best policy ". First , from what I see, honesty can bring you far. When one is honest, he is open, he is true to....alright he/she is true to his/herself ( this is gruesome...lets stick to 'he'). Okay be wise, we all be open at a certain stage. Not fully open where every family secrets of yours are blotted out. But being true to yourself, being truthful. That is what people like.&lt;br /&gt;     And when one is honest, friends, family , around you will also open up to you. They feel very at ease when talking with you. They feel comfortable as you are an open book. That is why honesty can get you far. Darn the words aren't coming out really full here. Erm...People, they really appreciate it when you are honest, but when I meant honest I did not mean it like..." Hey you suck at kicking the ball!!!" no no not at all. Sometimes, we need to take care of our friends pride. Be honest and wise. &lt;br /&gt;    And when one is honest, one is truthful, and a trust can be created between two people. Okay sorry but I am too lazy to continue. Chaoozzz blog you later ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-866231087101373859?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/866231087101373859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/honesty-and-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/866231087101373859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/866231087101373859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/honesty-and-trust.html' title='Honesty and trust'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1475123669343062484</id><published>2010-08-18T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:36:42.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>Friends, ah one of the essentials in life. Sayings from the movies like " Friends help friends make their dreams come true " , or " True friends stick with you till the end ". Well friends make up of many aspects. It is usually rare to find a holistic friend. A perfect one. Each and everyone has  a weakness in friendship but usually they always have more to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;     Why I am sharing with you this? Well first of all, I am a very blessed guy. Though I may live my life as a normal kid, I always take it I am ten times more blessed than the person around me. As a Christian, I hold on to these words which are   " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depend on the Lord totally&lt;/span&gt; ", " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The joy of the Lord is my strength&lt;/span&gt; " , and " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lord is my Jehova Jireh my provider&lt;/span&gt; ". Well there are more but I think this is my top 3.&lt;br /&gt;   One of my blessing are having great friends around me. I truly have friends where you can depend on. Friends who give advice, constructive criticism , tells you to smile, and so much more. Lately I have given thought to it and my observation proves I have great friends in life. One of the reasons( just one ) that I have them is because I am a friend to them as well. I make them feel appreciated and I am honest with them. Side track here a little, " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/span&gt; ". I ain't gonna explain the meaning here but, trust me....It is so freaking true.&lt;br /&gt;    Back to the topic which is ending =.= well when you are honest and you open up to someone, it shows a sense of respect for them and in return, they'll be honest to you also. But hey be wise, honesty does not mean telling your friend that their acting is atrocious or their dancing is like a stiff tree. We need to be wise in certain situations where we have to save their pride as well. &lt;br /&gt;     SO I HAVE GREAT FRIENDS AND I AM GRATEFUL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1475123669343062484?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1475123669343062484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1475123669343062484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1475123669343062484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-7208592216669794478</id><published>2010-08-15T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:18:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Like how we watch on the television, where little brothers irritate their big sister/brother and vice versa. Well not all of them are true but statistics show that it is...=.= what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, since I usually see the little ones bullying their elder brothers/sister, when I see two siblings get along, maybe in a supermarket, on the street, wherever, I am just touched. Because I see it as such a precious bond that cannot be broken.&lt;br /&gt;   But those who do not usually get along, well, to my observation, it is nobody's fault here. I know, used to be the little one and I have an elder brother by 11 years. So why we always get on our sibling's nerves? You see what we seek is for our brother/sister to entertain us, play with us, talk with us and when they do not we mess with them till we get their attention. The elder ones usually get mad but to the " young-lings " , they feel it is worth it. That is why and that is what I think the reason is. &lt;br /&gt;    It is normal, not to say not really getting along is bad. This is just a small part of ones relationship with family. But I just am so amazed with God to create the community called family. The Malay saying goes " air dicincang tidak akan putus ". It means that no matter how much we fight, we will reconcile one way or another. When I see two siblings fight be it sister or brother, I will smile out of joy. Hey Hey! don't misunderstand ! hehehe. I smile because when I see them I see deep down I can sense the love they have for each other. I imagine one day when one is in trouble the other will help. That is why I smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-7208592216669794478?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/7208592216669794478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7208592216669794478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/7208592216669794478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-1029341705569432477</id><published>2010-08-12T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:20:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>Problems come but I seem so calm on the outside. I know somehow deep deep down inside of me, there is this one Eddryll who wants to throw pillows at walls, shout till neighbors wake up, scream(like a man) till babies cry.&lt;br /&gt;   But someone told me before that I am too kind and people take my kindness for granted. I used to think really? Found sometimes there are some who do. But I'm cool. More people appreciate it rather than take it for granted ^^. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, The Christian Fellowship Club shirt was suppose to be ready today but haiz the man forgot and said the factory is slow. I know all to well their tactics. To act innocent, and give a reason. =.= yeah I am not fooled, but i'm kind. &lt;br /&gt;   Next, I am trying to finish this song of mine. The lyrics are fine but the melody just doesn't come out right. I know I'll finish it but now it feels like I am at the end of the Grand Canyon and I can't take a step further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then there is this part of me who wants to forget some things but just can't. You know they'll be stagnant in your life and not worth going for it. Like licking a melted ice-cream. Hey, just drink it. But still hard to forget cause some things are able to put a marker in your life real deep down your soul. I am just afraid I wont get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-1029341705569432477?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/1029341705569432477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1029341705569432477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/1029341705569432477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-456172663095167196</id><published>2010-08-06T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:24:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 August</title><content type='html'>Well today we finally got PJ again. I mean all this while when it came to Friday it would be raining. So someone from 5 sc2 said " Dun worry, last Wednesday we all Kunci HUjan" Lol. Though the morning sky roared with lightning. My friends were cursing in their hearts saying the rain would come. I comforted them asking them to be patient and that rain would not come. Well it did not. &lt;br /&gt;    So played football and scored a goal. Yeah! And after so long , well , our stamina, you could say was like a grandpa doing tai chi and get tired.  The during Siviks period something happened...Er Actually I dun have the clear picture so I am blur. I know some people me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blur King&lt;/span&gt; cause It is like I am always missing something or am the last person to find out.&lt;br /&gt;   So our siviks teacher was saying something that got the class excited. To their ears was something interesting but the my ears was mumbling cause I was not paying much attention fantasizing about something I guess. So all of a sudden they all shouted my name unanimously. I broke off from my reverie going " Huh?! what?! what happened?! What Did I MISS???". The teacher was like saying " sure? sure? He can sing?"&lt;br /&gt;" sing? How did she find out I sing? " were the first words of my monologue. And It went on. The crowd was like calling my name and cheering. Then all of a sudden the cocoon in my stomach burst into butterflies. The teacher told me to get up and sing for her. And duh everyone was supporting it. They would not be silent and a voice prompted in my heart saying " Go just do it, you can do this ". The they all gave an applause and everybody shouting at me with their falsettos when I said " Er Ok I guess", but for some reason I was nervous. Yeah I know...Me nervous? Lol that was what I said to myself. My lips were quavering and knees were knocking into each other but I managed to keep my cool. So I ask for request.&lt;br /&gt;    Then Ying Jie requested for Kissin U by Mirinda Cosgrove. I tried to sing the verse very softly to myself but i was shaking inside out so I said that I would only sing the chorus. My teacher said fine anything will do. So I sang ( and I think it was not that good cause my lips were vibrating like when the phone is in silent mode). So I sang the male version of the song as it was a girl's song. Everyone clapped out of joy. Everyone praised my singing. All I did was say thank you and smiled. By my hands were still shaking. But it was an awkward moment for me seriously not lying. For those who know me I am an honest guy so I really mean what I say. That was what happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-456172663095167196?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/456172663095167196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/456172663095167196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/456172663095167196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-august.html' title='6 August'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-4583905730362132447</id><published>2010-07-27T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:59:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Media</title><content type='html'>Well of course Television, radio , computer , I-touch? All have upgraded our lives immensely. But like two sides of a coin, the mass media brings its own sauce into the world. The sauce that taste good but having too much can make you sick. You need to eat at the right time, when and where.Well recently I have observed the shows on television and seriously...I am so against what they teach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TE6O0Q793uI/AAAAAAAAACM/he99QSe80Ak/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TE6O0Q793uI/AAAAAAAAACM/he99QSe80Ak/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498489223616782050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...for instances, this show...Well I am a big fan of this show. SERIOUS! But one particular episode i watched last week made me...Kinda mad I guess? The episode was on " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Open Marriage&lt;/span&gt; " I was like..." What The Fried Chicken?! " ...Their lines " I love my husband but we have open marriage ". Making the world think that it is Okay to have one. For those who do not know, it means married but CHEATING IN FRONT OF your spouse. Openly without secrets and you can have one husband, many boyfriends or vice versa.NO! It is wrong! A marriage is suppose to be a holy covenant between two people of the opposite sex. It states that " I love You and You satisfy me " It means you only need one person in your life and you love him/her and nobody else! marriage marriage marriage! HOw the media distort its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll get haters for this...But another on is twilight movie : ECLIPSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TE6QOE006_I/AAAAAAAAACU/WPBgsGoL7dA/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TE6QOE006_I/AAAAAAAAACU/WPBgsGoL7dA/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498490766553836530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at one scene..Taylor Lautner ( jacob) Told Bella that it is not wrong to love two person. Hey?! Can you hear yourself? What the heck is he saying? I mean huh? I have lost the words for this! It feels like not sincere, cheating, having divided love (when love is suppose to be undivided)...All that and out in the open. You want two people but do they want to share? It is not justified.How can one love two person? All...or nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is compromising everything making it "Okay"...Compromise this and that which are wrong and humans...they rationalize thinking it is okay too. The world is doing it so I'll just go with the flow. BULL***T. This is reality...wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-4583905730362132447?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/4583905730362132447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/mass-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4583905730362132447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/4583905730362132447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/mass-media.html' title='Mass Media'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TE6O0Q793uI/AAAAAAAAACM/he99QSe80Ak/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519932629926528233.post-5658510931721622143</id><published>2010-07-02T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:52:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love, one of the widest topics, or is it the widest of all? some people see it as a cruel feeling most people refer to it as wonderland. Now the words " I Love You " becomes a common word so much so that women have lost their security to it. This word is so commonly used now that it's sincerity has been sucked out of it year by year. Youngsters telling their girlfriends &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" I Love You "&lt;/span&gt;. But in fact they are only having puppy love. &lt;br /&gt;    True love is sacrifice, it is selfless not selfish it is tolerance to the other person. All those lovey dovey thing kissing, cuddling , hugging , is just at the surface of love. Love goes way deeper than that. If you love the person, you would love her for who she is. You would love the real her because you just do.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; " I Love You "&lt;/span&gt; has lost its credibility over the years. They say it for fun then few weeks later they break up. Sounds so pathetic. And when a boy says I love you, their friends would think impossible he is still young, he is not having true love. But the beauty is your friends never know as only you feel the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;   To me, the right person will come to you. Be patient. You'll know when he/she come along your way. You'll just know.&lt;br /&gt;   Haven't you heard? Being a virgin is the new COOL. To me...I so agree with this statement. I'll give you an illustration, you have a lollipop. you lick it...would your friend want it after licking it? Of course not! You can't share it cause you marked your territory there. So likewise us humans must preserve ourselves( lollipop) not to be licked an only to be licked by the right person. This does not only count for virginity, maybe having boyfriends/girlfriends. Having one bf or gf is enough. Not more than one. Question... why do someone get together into a relationship sometimes knowing that It would never work out? (this is the western culture nowadays) Not the eastern please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519932629926528233-5658510931721622143?l=eddproteo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/feeds/5658510931721622143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5658510931721622143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519932629926528233/posts/default/5658510931721622143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddproteo.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796962355409066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAEIftw-8rc/TTGlHxEr1jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BIrTyyPJOa4/S220/Edd._n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
