<?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-3246030097362994958</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:49:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>在你身旁,再黑的黑暗,我都不怕!</title><subtitle type='html'>~你是我要保护的．．　</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-8472278893248621125</id><published>2009-07-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:55:02.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing someone..</title><content type='html'>Missing someone is such a cute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when I turned and you are not there, I cried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly yet very very sweet. I miss you Geraldine! I miss you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my entire life to be just filled by you and only you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-8472278893248621125?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/8472278893248621125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=8472278893248621125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/8472278893248621125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/8472278893248621125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone..'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-1628456137046571493</id><published>2009-05-17T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:40:48.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months(Soon~) insight about GV.</title><content type='html'>GV! Not Golden Village. But its about 2 persons so in love with each other. And G stands for Geraldine while V, Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** A word of caution to my baby; 读了脸不要太红. =)&lt;br /&gt;*And a word of caution for those who cant stand PDA (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ublic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;isplay of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ffection), I advise that you close this blog immediately =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 29 March 09 at the roof terrace where we were found and picked up. Like how you are half of my rib and like how I am half of your rib- We fit like a piece of lost and found jigsaw puzzle that was lost for the past 22 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles begin to happen from then. How we got past each obstacle where we always thought it was impossible to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complement each other like how DNA strands complement each other - In perfect symmetry and harmony. Every likes and dislikes, every habit were almost a 99.9999% match. How we find boring stuff interesting and how we are. It was as though this time, our meet has been pre-arranged. Have been designated by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came up with the 6-years plan, and GV project how people thought we were mad but both of us thought that they were very very good ideas. When I asked you about how you think, I was afraid that I may be going on to fast but to my suprise, it has been a lingering thought in your mind already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me whole. You completed us. I can never leave you. Neither will I lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God put us in this path together so we can complete each other and walk in faith in this path to serve in His House and in glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it baby, He spoke to me... weeks even before I decided confess to you. Some messages I heard in service that struck me hard. =)&lt;br /&gt;"Never look back and trust in Him. Take the step for he shall provide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put your trust in him, fall by his will and he shall catch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will put you out to a situation at the most inconvinent moment but that is nothing you can't handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God. And God gave us each other while we were not expecting us. I love you baby. Its beyond words already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROject QSB shall be carried out.... hehz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-1628456137046571493?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/1628456137046571493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=1628456137046571493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1628456137046571493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1628456137046571493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-monthssoon-insight-about-gv.html' title='2 months(Soon~) insight about GV.'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-5854757928292931446</id><published>2009-05-07T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:39:40.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring~</title><content type='html'>It had been a long time since I wrote any descriptive real life story. So I thought yesterday was a night worth remembering and thus this blog. =D So, read on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There should be 5 rings in a relationship; 1st ring given at first month..." these words either said jokingly or they actually have a meaning behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by her side, while on the escalator coming down from Raffles City to City Hall MRT, these words struck Vincent in a positive manner. Vincent had always wanted to get a common item that  both he and his girlfriend, Geraldine could wear but he was afraid that a ring may seem alittle too overwhelming for her. But upon hearing those words out of her mouth, he felt a heavy stone lifted off his heart. He grinned at the many ideas that sprung out of his mind how he could profess his love when he presented the ring to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent then began a 3 day long search for the ring that is simple and yet lovely for both of them. He finally found it at a corner shop in bugis. It is called "Silver Corner". The designs were simple and yet sweet. Engravings were allowed. Names and dates. And thus the rings read "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vincent loves Geraldine&lt;/span&gt;" for the lady's and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geraldine loves Vincent&lt;/span&gt;" for the men. Under the ring, the date where both this couple got together was engraved. It read "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29.3.09&lt;/span&gt;". Ring was collected just yesterday and Vincent began to foster his plan for how he is going to present and reveal the ring to his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why conform to conformity?" has always been Vincent's way of living. He loves to be different and great thanks to God, Geraldine think likewise too! This sets Vincent thinking how he should present it to her. He does not want it to be so cliche nor does he want it to be too shabby or not sincere. A walk around a gift shop proves to be a great idea for this purpose! Soft toys would be too common and cliche. A box would be too unsincere. And then Vincent came across a doorstopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doorstopper?" He thought, "why not?" A huge grin came about his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doorstopper is a very speical one. Its shaped like a cat and it has got a collar around her neck. And he thought he would put the ring behind the collar and present the doorstopper to her until she realised upon closer inspection that it is no extraordinary gift. "Great idea!" he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to cashier and a plan devised. And its time for show down. At the cashier, Vincent's colleague saw a special card that is so unique you could not have missed. So now, the line up: Kitty doorstopper fitted with ring and a special card with a special mechanism. All is good and well. Time for show down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine did not work afternoon shift and thus came to meet Vincent before his lesson at PSB Academy. Vincent thought it is a good idea to hand over the special card to her and thus to prepare her for what is to come (Geraldine told Vincent that she'll run if she sense something fishy. Vincent just thinks she is too shy =)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So break time came and when Vincent went to look for Geraldine, she asked him with a perculiar curiosity, "Whats the doorstopper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smurk grin, Vincent said "You'll know later. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My face went red when I was trying to figure how to read the card you gave me." said Geraldine with a silly tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think your face turn even redder later. " said Vincent with a even bigger grin written all over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have got to go. Lessons going to stay soon." announced Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine gave a very silly face that says "I miss you and come back soon". With a ruffling of her hair and a kiss, Vincent went off back to class. But as Vincent walked down the walkway, Geraldine was staring at him. And when he turned back, Geraldine would mouth these words "I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson ended and then plan execution. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent thought of bringing Geraldine to Coffee Club and to profess and then present the ring to her. But both of them were super hungry and they thought of just going straight to Mos Burger at Tiong Bahru Plaza. A strategically chosen seat at Mos was taken, having Geraldine cornered and eliminating the possibility of her running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine was being very very shy. Gasping for air whenever Vincent pulls his hand out from his bag. At the least expected, he pulled out the acclaimed "doorstopper" and puts it in front of her. Without any notice, he pulls out the couple ring and place it on his finger and purposely asked Geraldine to hold his hand. Geraldine felt the ring and she start to hyperventilate(this edit was demanded by Geraldine. "I demand this sentence to be changed~")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look closely at the doorstopper." said vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine remained silent as her face became the colour of a tomato. (Sorry baby~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent reached out fo the doorstopper and put it infront of her and said "Oh! What is this shiny thing on the collar of the kitty doorstopper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine went from pale to red and if there was a thermal scan, people would have thought she was struck with fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent took out the ring from the kitty's collar and wore the ring for Geraldine on her finger and it fit nicely and snugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan well done and successfully executed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a milestone for both Geraldine and Vincent and will forever be remembered for the rest of their lives.  Right Geraldine? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets complete GV and lets hope QSB be done concurrently. I want that to happen asap. =D Dont want you to be stuck in current difficult situation. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;08 May 09 2335Hrs: Geraldine: "You're not putting this on facebook! Baby no! You are not putting it on facebook~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;08 May 09 2336Hrs: Vincent: "I don't conform to conformity baby~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 May 09 2338Hrs: Geraldine: "EVeryTHing above my shoulder is on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-5854757928292931446?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/5854757928292931446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=5854757928292931446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/5854757928292931446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/5854757928292931446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/05/ring.html' title='The Ring~'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-7022985292308455408</id><published>2009-05-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:18:26.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love - is already an understatement.</title><content type='html'>3 stay-overs, 1 at her place and 2 at mine. In these stay-overs, love in the most innocent manner is shown. =D I'm happy. And I thank God for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days where we meet up, time seem to love to play tricks on us. Making the clock run so fast that before we knew it, it was already the end of the day. We'll look at each other in "awe" and wonder why does time pass so fast. Perhaps I should talk to God about it and ask him a favor to slow time for us =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our humble beginnings on 29 Mar 09 at the roof terrace of esplanade. Its... gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gratifying to know that what the both of us think about and do is almost, if not identical altogether. She re-ignite my love for music. She understands the love I share for music. And so do I. Its amazing! How we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infinitely &lt;/span&gt;similar. Everyday we will learn about something we both share interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see our future together and forever. And I thank God for how He work creatively around us to let us know our goals. Through him, I found her and I found what people would call "True Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not tainted, just a very very simple yet powerful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accepts just who I am and I accept just who she is. And right now, all we are lacking of is just "I do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-7022985292308455408?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/7022985292308455408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=7022985292308455408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/7022985292308455408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/7022985292308455408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-already-understatement.html' title='love - is already an understatement.'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-2395011644621990361</id><published>2009-04-29T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:49:16.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indefinitely pissed.</title><content type='html'>What happens when you get a willful adult doing all sort of childish stuff in order to get things done his way? Simple! You get a very satisfied person and an unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this isn’t the way of God. It isn’t the way to get people to know you and God and even so not a way to treat disciples of God / brothers and sisters in the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m said to say that no matter how true or how sincere a person may seem to be, there is still a portion in life or in the Christian community that this portion is what they term as “Sunday Christians”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t about a vent to announce this already well known fact but rather a word of frustration about how this person called Mr. A chooses to harm my girlfriend in the most horrific manner one that you can ever.. EVER think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abusive, demanding, angst, putting up a façade, and obviously an expert in “mind control” is one of the few attributes I would class him with. He is an indefinite sore loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends out there, if your current girlfriend is haunt by their ex. How would you feel? But in the midst of this perplex, wanting to be tolerant to this irritant and trying to be partial and loving at the same time to this past person in her life, you sometimes find that this Mr. A goes too far overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m close to the midst of calling the authorities if ever such a shit happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m praying that God shall save u and change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m utterly speechless and disgusted by Mr. A. And congrats for no one EVER pushed me to this state of “digust-ment”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-2395011644621990361?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/2395011644621990361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=2395011644621990361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/2395011644621990361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/2395011644621990361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/04/indefinitely-pissed_29.html' title='Indefinitely pissed.'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-1547691445329508474</id><published>2009-03-30T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:02:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest moments of life 2! =D</title><content type='html'>29 Mar 09.. A day where I was reborned into the purpose and life God has intended me to. And I finally.. finally realised what I am supposed to do at the present moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pre-event of Sunday Noon. =D ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever met someone and through prayer and that you were given affirmation that she is the one for you? Ever realised how fast your heart beat jumps when you see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am baking a secret is online."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped up on MSN? Ever feel warm on the cheeks when you get so drawn into her soulful eyes of hers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I DID! Its amazing! The instaneous chemistry between us and how we are so similiar in our likes.. its as though we have known each other for decades!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ON Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask her out to study in view of our up and coming examinations on 02 Apr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met after our church service and I could tell you that my heart beat went crazy when it was near time to meet her. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to esplanade library's cafe for a place to sit, eat and study! Topic was math and... "how do u group study for math?" asked she who shall not be named.! Ah har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went ahead to buy a brownie and a oreo ice blend! Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were studying halfway and there were many times when I looked at her and got lost in the soulful eyes of hers.. arrggh.. and i hope i wasnt being too obvious. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres also a time when I allegedly wanted to feed her brownie but she was on the phone and ... i ate the piece instead =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then night came.. and thats where the romance come about... BUT until then, its the next blog entry.. so stay in tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERALDINE! I LOVE U!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-1547691445329508474?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/1547691445329508474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=1547691445329508474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1547691445329508474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1547691445329508474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-moments-of-life-2-d.html' title='Greatest moments of life 2! =D'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-3423324124847899130</id><published>2009-03-30T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:37:30.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest moments in my life~</title><content type='html'>Ever felt so wonderful about a particular day? And ever so reassured that the events for the day will turn out as you willed? =D I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 March 2009 was a very very eventful and happy day for me. There were not 1.. but TWO events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the first one, about 12pm(I wrote this note down when I was recalling and a surge of emotions came over):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming confidence came over me.&lt;br /&gt;A place of worship and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters loving each other gathers.&lt;br /&gt;Though not re-borned, I was treated with love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship, in a form of songs filled the entire place.&lt;br /&gt;Touching every soul that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt so weak in front of Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;Feared but he raised me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his presence, feeling shaky.&lt;br /&gt;Knees went soft, involuntary muscle spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Pastor Pringle blessed with such power and might,&lt;br /&gt;I could not have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to the front and was blessed more.&lt;br /&gt;Body became not a part of me - every tremor a passing of God's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears soon came over, flowing uncontrollably down my cheeks and I prayed to God; with other's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to cell, was prayed over to be raised and to serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could feel the tremors and blessed was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the power of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-3423324124847899130?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/3423324124847899130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=3423324124847899130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3423324124847899130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3423324124847899130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-moments-in-my-life.html' title='The greatest moments in my life~'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-3289937077547275635</id><published>2009-03-24T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:32:23.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally understood...</title><content type='html'>Love is the most wonderful feeling you can ever feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the feeling that make you do things you would never possibly imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives you strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, Love is GREAT if its from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes melts me. Every now and then, I would be mesmerised by her just by her grace.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us love to reach out to others by looking into the "window to the soul".&lt;br /&gt;Shes melting my heart and I miss her more, and more.. and more as each second passes me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, my heart yearn to see her more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Before I realised it, her image is engraved inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder too if she is feeling the same way as I does... as I feel ever so strongly for her and for this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am right. I know she has been planned for. For us to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now sleep each day hoping to wake up to seeing her text on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-3289937077547275635?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/3289937077547275635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=3289937077547275635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3289937077547275635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3289937077547275635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-understood.html' title='I finally understood...'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-832640321512846636</id><published>2009-02-15T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:08:41.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the day draw closer to my birthday, I look back into the past 22 years of my life. There were accounts of happiness and unhappiness. Some easily forgotten, some... hard to get by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? For I live for Him and everything I do is accountable by me to Him. So I live life as per his teaching. Should you be unhappy, please talk to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-832640321512846636?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/832640321512846636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=832640321512846636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/832640321512846636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/832640321512846636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-day-draw-closer-to-my-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-4724525614922823709</id><published>2009-02-14T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:01:57.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky and cute pictures of my niece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbquAJ2HNI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Ps1l4au04o/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbquAJ2HNI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Ps1l4au04o/s320/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683687311514834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbquCCxPLI/AAAAAAAAACM/n0Rw8iXZmoE/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbquCCxPLI/AAAAAAAAACM/n0Rw8iXZmoE/s320/DSC01307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683687818706098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbqt1K4LNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zBZ3JaZ9vOk/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbqt1K4LNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zBZ3JaZ9vOk/s320/DSC01306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683684363054290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbqtkInf0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/COyBQMQIGx4/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbqtkInf0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/COyBQMQIGx4/s320/DSC01305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683679790169922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that babies at a little more than a month old can do faces like these.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angelic faces belong to my niece! cute isnt she?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-4724525614922823709?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/4724525614922823709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=4724525614922823709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/4724525614922823709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/4724525614922823709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/02/wacky-and-cute-pictures-of-my-niece.html' title='Wacky and cute pictures of my niece!'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbquAJ2HNI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Ps1l4au04o/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-1449297710660072699</id><published>2009-02-14T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:58:16.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday celebrations with family!</title><content type='html'>Today is 14 Feb 09. The most capitalized day of any given day in a year. Where prices of gifts are usually sky rocketed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUTTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you truely love someone, money is not a big issue here. Pampering her is one of the way to show love. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but I'm not gonna go emo to tell you how I pamper a gal nor am I gonna bitch about the prices of things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an early celebration this year with my family. Mom, Dad, Sis, Niece =D and Sis's dog. Celebrating with them today seems like a different thing. It feels more like a celebration amongst adults. I was allowed to have beer. And most of all, I think its the way my parents finally view me as a responsible young adult! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. so... My niece was there too! A little more than a month old. Shes sooo cute! Okay.. Here are the pictures! +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowfo6aQI/AAAAAAAAABU/sIU7sjWXJjk/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowfo6aQI/AAAAAAAAABU/sIU7sjWXJjk/s320/DSC00422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681531099801858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhg! Ugly face of mine. But the cake is just too yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowlrcjpI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qadvx9Ela2Y/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowlrcjpI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qadvx9Ela2Y/s320/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681532721041042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowzVb-PI/AAAAAAAAABk/bscj-0-JZsw/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowzVb-PI/AAAAAAAAABk/bscj-0-JZsw/s320/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681536386824434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pacify my niece to take a picture.. apparently i failed to do so... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbow0IeV5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qp4E29as4Xc/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbow0IeV5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qp4E29as4Xc/s320/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681536600889234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even my sister's dog, Ginger wants to have her share of the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbow2dldCI/AAAAAAAAABs/wlei20H5voE/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbow2dldCI/AAAAAAAAABs/wlei20H5voE/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302681537226306594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-1449297710660072699?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/1449297710660072699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=1449297710660072699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1449297710660072699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/1449297710660072699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-birthday-celebrations-with-family.html' title='My birthday celebrations with family!'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SZbowfo6aQI/AAAAAAAAABU/sIU7sjWXJjk/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-872744148854553219</id><published>2009-02-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:08:18.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my niece~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm4YwQcZI/AAAAAAAAABM/SirBvofjH3k/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm4YwQcZI/AAAAAAAAABM/SirBvofjH3k/s320/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246236784062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm4JKxRCI/AAAAAAAAABE/87IZJorYUdk/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm4JKxRCI/AAAAAAAAABE/87IZJorYUdk/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246232600298530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm3xMUlRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a7mceR7PI98/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm3xMUlRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a7mceR7PI98/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246226164356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm3ifTGaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CO_Idycq5Aw/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm3ifTGaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CO_Idycq5Aw/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298246222217419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-872744148854553219?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/872744148854553219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=872744148854553219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/872744148854553219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/872744148854553219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates-on-my-niece.html' title='Updates on my niece~'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SYcm4YwQcZI/AAAAAAAAABM/SirBvofjH3k/s72-c/DSC00369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-3201212504533606694</id><published>2009-01-20T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:52:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Niece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SXZ_0sRQlUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L0rSye_ycOM/s1600-h/DSC00347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SXZ_0sRQlUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L0rSye_ycOM/s320/DSC00347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293558955234071874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SXZ-_trepZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cRxnkLaa6xg/s1600-h/DSC00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SXZ-_trepZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cRxnkLaa6xg/s320/DSC00348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293558045079414162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month now.. And heres my cute niece! heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-3201212504533606694?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/3201212504533606694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=3201212504533606694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3201212504533606694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3201212504533606694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-niece.html' title='My Niece!'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CcUWoBHabGM/SXZ_0sRQlUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L0rSye_ycOM/s72-c/DSC00347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-3319482698761468535</id><published>2009-01-20T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:52:28.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating encounters.</title><content type='html'>I went home last nite 19 Jan09 after school. Obviously tired and not in da' mood for anything, I naturally wanted a peaceful night to sleep through for work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do get home, I was triply multilated with questions that question my abilities and motive. One is already irritating.. IMaGINE 3! HAH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do get home, I was hurled with sarcasm from my dad! He said, "Throw everything in your room. This thing? Shaky right? Throw away la!"&lt;br /&gt;It got me irrtated as this sentence only proves his supportive level for my room revamp project to be close to zero. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was trying to ask my JC classmates to hang out more often and thus become closer la. Then I have of them coming to question about why am I doing so. She kept asking me why and why and I kept telling her I just want us to be closer thats all..  Quite irritating when you obviously just want to become better frens, build stronger bonds and there u go having pple questioning ur actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last came the 3rd one which is the MOST irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-Conversation Knowledge. This was my msn nick: [Vincent][ A wasted/passed by relationship is the worst kind of regret anyone can feel..]&lt;br /&gt;And the Sub nick: That is the case of Dan Humpfrey and Serena Van der Woodson; A story from gossip gals season 2!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my supposedly "fren" came to me on msn and this is the first thing he said to me "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is your nick trying to imply&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I thought he was just trying to irritate me so I asked "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;what do u think of then ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the conversation is as follows... (Red signifies him and Blue, me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: sound wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: in what sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: i dunt want to waste my bloody time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: if its right for u then its right who cares rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME:  its the story in a show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: then whose the some1 u refering to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: that the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: the story in the show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: wat show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: aiyah dunt bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: bother what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: okok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: oh yea btw she is single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: dunt u gg for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: gg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: wats gg? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: and is that a statement or a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: qtn i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: dont u gg for her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: what does that mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: arent u gg for her since shes single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: since you would expect me to be wrong, when it even comes to my nick i think u have a clear idea of what u want my ans to be ? no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: cant read the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: i dont recall u being unable to read between any lines.. hm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: juz too lazy coz i juz want the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: what ans do u want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: why wasted time searching while u can give me the answer str8. gg around the bushes waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: does it matter what ans i give u since all of u think i am the cause and fault? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: is it ur fault? wow i didnt know., hvnt heard the story. well who wouldnt be. ure so persistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: i'm quite sick of pple asking me what ur nick implies. it juz means i'm sad for 2 characters in a show. gossip gals season 2, episdoe 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: yah pple imply u see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: i dont see why u dont imply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: its easy to pinpoint and push blame perhaps.. or is it juz me thinking of it that way. perhaps pple ask me things in that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ME: and who is right or wrong. the way u interrogate me makes me feel uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I have no idea why is he getting so agitated when my nick is clearly none of his business?! The motive of this whole conversation initiated by him was to either find out if I am going after this gal whom had just broken up or to warn me not to go for her. As seen in one of the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: oh yea btw she is single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM: dunt u gg for her&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;The boundary of the above statement is does not set where he is coming from and he seem elusive about the statement when I further question if that statement is a question or just a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a person like him, I dont think that he will simply forget or leave out the question mark accidentally. WEll, you guys can see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that what ever nick I write is purely my own business. If it bothers you, fine, you can ignore me for all I care. Dont bother me with "beat around the bushes" questions where clearly you are the one who is beating around the bushes. Talking about wasting time. Guess you're wasting our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not entirely clueless to why he is so agitated. But otherwise proven, I shall not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, The above is the entire converstation copied straight from msn. Just that names have been edited for identity purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereby, my msn nick :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;[Vincent][ pple JUST dont get it.. expression of emotions towards a film gets questioned.. remove the facade.. i dont need it.. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sick and tired of explaining. so shut it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-3319482698761468535?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/3319482698761468535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=3319482698761468535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3319482698761468535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3319482698761468535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/01/irritating-encounter.html' title='Irritating encounters.'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-7693133202697147165</id><published>2009-01-18T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:37:10.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy...</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since I did any updating on my blog and my reasons are acceptable okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with helping out at Manjusri Secondary School Concert at Singapore Conference Hall which was on 10 Jan 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with revamp of my room! With a single sofa bed, and to rid of most of the furniture in my room so that I can have a more spacious room for myself and my niece(My sister's newborn daughter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually this one is not really me. but it calls for celebration in my family) a new born to the family! My siser's daughter! SOOO now, I'm an uncle! Officially first degree Uncle! HAHA! Her bundle of joy is called 若恩!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to carry her in my arms! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-7693133202697147165?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/7693133202697147165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=7693133202697147165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/7693133202697147165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/7693133202697147165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2009/01/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy...'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-6715902217092063414</id><published>2008-12-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:02:07.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virgin Marathon Experience: SCM</title><content type='html'>7 Dec 08; A day destined to be set aside with alot of the major roads closed for Standard Chartered Marathon. It can be considered an international event with marathon runners all competing to get that Men's Open top prize of $35,000! Thats alot isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not really exactly a marathon runner. Just prefers long runs where you can enjoy the surroundings etc. Joining this marathon is pretty much challenging myself to push through my usual limit of 20km training distance to 2 times.. aka 40+km. Many of you might think I'm nuts. But... Its just nice to be able to complete something which you thought you would have never been able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me just give you an account of how the marathon went for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07Dec08 0230hr;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up by my alarm clock and went to bathe. Prepared for marathon. Ate 15 almonds, handful of canberries, banana, and powerbar(cookies and cream flavour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07Dec08 0330hr;&lt;br /&gt;Called Kim to wake her up and to my surprise she is already up and ready(please dont yell at me for hinting how such a sleepy head u are. =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07Dec08 0350hr;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself Pokka isotonic drink and got into a cab. Made my way down to "Aldephi" and walked to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07Dec08 0410hr;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the event grounds and I left my bib number on the cab. Luckily, the organisers at the "info" booth was able to help me get a replacement number if not for them, I would have been home empty handed by 6am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon Overview;&lt;br /&gt;Experience was one of a kind. Calves cramped, Quads tensed, Tendon on toe bruised. Well, timing was bad. Much worse that what I've expected... Better luck next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-6715902217092063414?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/6715902217092063414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=6715902217092063414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/6715902217092063414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/6715902217092063414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-virgin-marathon-experience-scm.html' title='My Virgin Marathon Experience: SCM'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-3502053048420529206</id><published>2008-09-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:55:55.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running is my new sporting love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completed&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Standard Chartered 42.195km, Run for Hope '08, 10km, Nike+ Human Race '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fell in love with running altogether. =)&lt;br /&gt;Lets get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fit &lt;/span&gt;people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? why a sudden passion for running? I wanna be fit! and... i want to pass my IPPT. Imagine b4 army when I was in JC, i'm almost 95kg! which relates to my timing for 2.4km at that time to be 20mins pluS... lol.. omg.. dont drop your jaw in awe now.. hahha! (for those who dont know I am already NSmen! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-3502053048420529206?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/3502053048420529206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=3502053048420529206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3502053048420529206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/3502053048420529206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/running.html' title='Running!'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-2754397855141195412</id><published>2008-09-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:58:58.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>When we do actually speak of "capturing the moment", what comes through your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some will say that it is living in the very moment of an event happening or simply, shooting by means of a camera that very precious, single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking lately of acquiring a skill. A skill that I can and will use for life.. Amongst all my want-to-acquire skills, I think photography is one that I really would love to have. Think of it this way, when you're old, look back and reflect back at the younger days. Are you going to just rely on your brain? Images in your brain? I dont think I can. Images recorded, taken, in a tangible form in front of your very eyes, sharing each and every joy that each moment brought to you to everyone around you.. Ahhh.. Won't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO! So, photography is the obvious choice for me.. I love to capture the moment. Humans, animals, plants, etc. Wonderful works of nature they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cam I have now is the iPhone cam. I took a picture recently.. Which can be viewed just by scrolling down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/4346/alicia2ni4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=376&amp;amp;i=alicia2ni4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/4346/alicia2ni4.f86dfb131e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Alicia. Shes soooo adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to point. Comments on the picture? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for comments, I would like to announce that I want a DSLR (have not decided which. Either Canon 450D or Olympus E-520. But my intuition is tell me Olympus.. )!! Anyone would be so kind to get me one? haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-2754397855141195412?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/2754397855141195412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=2754397855141195412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/2754397855141195412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/2754397855141195412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246030097362994958.post-5052743788108718711</id><published>2008-09-01T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:32:39.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>钱不够用2..</title><content type='html'>A film by our very own home-grown director, actor and actresses. Also known as "Money Not Enough 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many watched the film and mixed reviews were given by the audience. Some say its bad, some say its nice, some say its touching, some say its practically boring. Well, perhaps beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me I watched movie and absorb it with much caution. Afraid that I'll be disappointed by yet another Singapore production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the film started out "lame" and political. Talking about Singapore Government and how it is good at earning the people's money through a system we call the "ERP" and several other ways. My thoughts on it was that, "we don't need another film to banish our government's way of ruling the country." It was dreadful for me as I watched tons of criticism about the "ERP" and rising prices. "Stop whinning!" was what went through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would say the movie took a 360 degrees turnabout on the 2nd part of the show. It talked about two words which in chinese we say it as “ 孝顺“ which we call filial piety. And for the 2nd part of the movie, it touches many soft points of the depths of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didnt watch the movie, do go catch it. Its well worth the time and money. These are the few instances which touched me very very much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When the sons' businesses failed and they had to borrow money from their mom and what the mom has is her last bit of her savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched by how much parents in general are willing to give their children in order for them to lead a good life disregarding how their own lives will go on after giving the children the amount that they are left with. In a huge sense, how my grandmother would scarifice her own things, be it money, food, clothing, time for her children, grandchildren alike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The "ah ma" in the show had to around amongst the brothers' home for them to take care of her due to her illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of my grandmother when she comes over and stay as well as she going to other aunties' and uncles' place to stay. How she had to come and go like as if she doesnt have her own home. Thinking back on how much ordeal she had to undergo at some of my aunt and uncle's place (some on my aunt's husband and uncle's wife didnt like the idea of an old woman coming to their "posh" house to stay)  and how much she had to adapt each time.. This pains me so much that I can feel how she felt when I saw the almost identical scene on the movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The children wanted to watch their cartoon when "ah ma" is watching her favourite show on TV and the parents chided the children for not letting "ah ma" watch her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I was in primary school. My grandmother came to stay with us. I reached home at about 6 after school and theres this cartoon that I loved back then. My grandmother was watching her favourite cantonese show. She knew I love to watch the cartoon and though I said to her "ah ma, nei tai la."(in cantonese, it means grandmother, you can watch your show), she insisted that I watch my cartoon and she went back to the room to rest.  This is the act of love, scarificing what little you have and giving someone else something that he/she loves.. (gosh.. my eyes became red at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Ah ma" was sent to the old folks' home to spend the rest of her time left as her children could not afford the time to look after her. She struggled when she realised she is at the old folks' home as she didnt want to be there being looked after by a bunch of nurses and some unfamiliar old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thats right. My grandmother was sent to the old folks' home. Sadly, she struggled when she learned that she was at the home. Imagine one day, you are seperated from your loved ones and faced with so many other old folks and practically, waiting for death at the place. How would you have felt? I bet every other folk who got in there detest it as much but what choice do they have? Its almost like you're disowned by your own children. On the record, its in the name of having better care with the professionals at the home but in actual fact, can this win "LOVE" of your children? Think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) No matter what wrong that the children had done to "ah ma", when it comes to live/die situation, "ah ma" decided to give up her life so that her grandchild, Stella can be saved from blood loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be mistaken. My grandmother did not give her life up in that way. Well, she fought stroke alone at the old folks' home. A long and lonely 9 years at the home. There was once.. I went there with friends on the intention of doing "Community Involvment Project" aka CIP.  I tried to find my grandmother. I saw her, she had pus in the eyes(those yellowish stuff that accumulate at the base of your eyes?) and I was in total shock that I pulled back and told my friends we can't do CIP there. It was not being afraid of them knowing that my grandmother was in such a state but it was rather unable to accept that my grandmother was being sent there. Even though she was there almost thoughout my teenage years, though i understand the reason why she was sent the the home, I still cannot accept that fact and why that my uncles and aunties had to send her there, and how some of my auntie and their spouse had detested her going to stay at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, I was sad about my grandmother's plight, how her life ended, how she was treated when she needed love, care and concern the most.. I walked out of the cinema not crying. Was juz teary and when Kim asked me am I alright, I cried for a good 20mins with flash back of every scene from how I remembered. Eyes became red and my friends had to wait for me and Kim was so nice as to get me chocolate for chocolate therapy. Really thank her for comforting me and the rest of my friends for waiting for me. I guess my grandmother's plight will forever be etched in my mind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246030097362994958-5052743788108718711?l=zyrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/5052743788108718711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246030097362994958&amp;postID=5052743788108718711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/5052743788108718711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246030097362994958/posts/default/5052743788108718711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/2.html' title='钱不够用2..'/><author><name>志阳 aka Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829016338598163284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
