<?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-34435946</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:36:30.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5835278463389592261</id><published>2010-04-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:07:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://soundcloud.com/yzinternational/mizznina-feat-colby-o-donis-what-you-waiting-for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on loop. increases work productivity; trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5835278463389592261?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5835278463389592261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5835278463389592261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5835278463389592261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5835278463389592261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpsoundcloud.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8640969674419234936</id><published>2010-04-04T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:54:40.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unclog Blog</title><content type='html'>You know you haven't been blogging for aeons when you struggle to sign in. Today has been "operation remove mess" in my life. And it started with the room. Its been so massive I've got to do round 2 tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah such stunning blogging progress deserves a break. zzziip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8640969674419234936?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8640969674419234936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8640969674419234936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8640969674419234936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8640969674419234936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2010/04/unclog-blog.html' title='Unclog Blog'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-261631817793390363</id><published>2009-08-11T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:23:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-261631817793390363?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/261631817793390363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=261631817793390363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/261631817793390363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/261631817793390363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs_11.html' title='SIGNS'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-447946854843965473</id><published>2009-03-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:26:56.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>Do we know if we were to wake up the very next morning? As darkness pierces the room, eyelids close, and as a dark vortex of ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; envelopes us only to be illuminated by the thoughts of the past day, how often do we take for granted; that we will arise to the same life as the one we left the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brevity of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fleeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death knows not time....and time..no meaning in its cogs and wheels. Time slips by unnoticed. Seconds are like the morning mist, unmarked. Minutes, like waves which crash on the shore. Hours ebb and flood. The night? Like the ocean on a cool Sunday. Dreams leave for one chant; the dulcet sound that steals over the deck over the willing waves of uncertainty. The uncertainty of tomorrow. The uncertainty couch'd by the marching hands of the clock. The sprinkle of maybe's we will face. But there is something which dreams and life blend, the kind which makes angels in the sky descend. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With you, there is only now...."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: ok that obviously didn't make sense. hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-447946854843965473?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/447946854843965473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=447946854843965473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/447946854843965473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/447946854843965473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/03/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-6282332986519180330</id><published>2009-02-21T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:46:39.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SaBoHdWISQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/fcnU5zxaCYA/s1600-h/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SaBoHdWISQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/fcnU5zxaCYA/s400/hamster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305354838388263170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6282332986519180330?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6282332986519180330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6282332986519180330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6282332986519180330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6282332986519180330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SaBoHdWISQI/AAAAAAAAA1w/fcnU5zxaCYA/s72-c/hamster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4493293837544659849</id><published>2009-02-18T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:53:53.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo - Kate Havnenik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZx1OnHkPdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/86bSraGDE4M/s1600-h/Kate_Havnevik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZx1OnHkPdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/86bSraGDE4M/s400/Kate_Havnevik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243355014938066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who do you love, when love is gone?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hunger in this great unknown?&lt;br /&gt;Memories of me will fade soon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion people  one of them's right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you mean when you change your tone?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dream of when you're half asleep with one eye open?&lt;br /&gt;You'll become your life soon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I won't be in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion people - one of them's right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you see when you stare into space?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you seek out in cyberspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion humans - one of them's right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like emo songs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4493293837544659849?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4493293837544659849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4493293837544659849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4493293837544659849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4493293837544659849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo-kate-havnenik.html' title='Halo - Kate Havnenik'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZx1OnHkPdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/86bSraGDE4M/s72-c/Kate_Havnevik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-506420270390579968</id><published>2009-02-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:02:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7i72Rp0I/AAAAAAAAA1g/WfOa1gnXwik/s1600-h/mama+yeye+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7i72Rp0I/AAAAAAAAA1g/WfOa1gnXwik/s400/mama+yeye+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303828088781645634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7fNhI9-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wZ-lKLdkvpk/s1600-h/mama+yeye+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7fNhI9-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wZ-lKLdkvpk/s400/mama+yeye+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303828024805357538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7bF-8rVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/a9v4zhzoNLI/s1600-h/mama+yeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7bF-8rVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/a9v4zhzoNLI/s400/mama+yeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303827954063420754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeye. Its been 2 years. You are never forgotten. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-506420270390579968?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/506420270390579968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=506420270390579968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/506420270390579968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/506420270390579968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you-so.html' title='I miss you so.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZr7i72Rp0I/AAAAAAAAA1g/WfOa1gnXwik/s72-c/mama+yeye+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-867591897285682332</id><published>2009-02-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:05:54.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahliao weh.</title><content type='html'>Wahliao is this an absolute record? Consecutive posts number 1. Number 2, now got 2 posts in a day. Its like I'm on a craze reminiscent  of my Standard 5 Digimon and Pro-Yo days. ANYWAY, I've later got a 6 pm class.. which in UK terms means is as good as 8 pm considering it gets dark so early. I must add that I have the MOST boring teacher alive where in any Boring teacher competition confirm can win. Hands. Down. Encik Ravi my secondary Sejarah teacher is no match for him la. At least Ravi talks rubbish, which can be mildly amusing. So since today is a day of historic achievements. I am determined for (I think) the first or second time in my 3rd year history to stay awake the full 60  minutes. These are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my secret weapons which I think will keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQoJpH7UfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/isz6MU4LZR4/s1600-h/nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQoJpH7UfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/isz6MU4LZR4/s400/nap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906807444951538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok this one confirm check. Some more I slept in Econometrics class. Well rested, confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Berocca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQnuaeK5NI/AAAAAAAAA0w/rsVDjZvASvo/s1600-h/berroca_packung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQnuaeK5NI/AAAAAAAAA0w/rsVDjZvASvo/s400/berroca_packung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906339655247058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check. A student's dream. Increase in concentration. Full of Vitamin C and B complex. Taste like Redoxon. But Im not sure whether it mixes with number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQnkmbr3YI/AAAAAAAAA0o/D05wcyuU2a0/s1600-h/nescafe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQnkmbr3YI/AAAAAAAAA0o/D05wcyuU2a0/s400/nescafe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906171067358594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one confirm check. I'll have double spoons to make sure the coffee is super kau. I hope this doesnt have some chemical reaction with number 2...after grow horns or a third leg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Very pretty girl for welcome distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQoyPXOpqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_0qfuKnquNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQoyPXOpqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_0qfuKnquNQ/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907504904447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.....half check. Hahaha. Jk jk. But Yen Li's my snooze alarm in lecture SOMETIMES waking me up in lecture. I dont know how she does it but she can actually WRITE NOTES while he's talking. Legendary is she or is it legendary, she is? Aiyah whatever. Last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQn8WDOzkI/AAAAAAAAA04/r3D5R2VE4o8/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQn8WDOzkI/AAAAAAAAA04/r3D5R2VE4o8/s400/pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906578986683970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can either pray for a new lecturer, which most likely wont happen. Lecture to be cancelled because of snow :P (which sadly wont happen) or pray to stay awake...confirm will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive.....  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-867591897285682332?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/867591897285682332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=867591897285682332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/867591897285682332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/867591897285682332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahliao-weh.html' title='Wahliao weh.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZQoJpH7UfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/isz6MU4LZR4/s72-c/nap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4147397479972692227</id><published>2009-02-12T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:06:43.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Occurings: Today I saw someone use a black Ipod outside my lecture hall. I was CRUSHED looking at it. (rewind : I lost my Ipod a week ago, dont ask me why or how) And as I was thinking to myself, I sort of complained to God..."Why when I see an Ipod I feel so sad?" and the response "Why when you sin you not sad?" Ok random. Now deal with it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A happy day of sorts. I actually was in the first time in the history of my 3rd year at LSE was EARLY...read E.A.R.L.Y for my 9 am Econometrics class. So early was I that it wasn't even 9 it was 8.57. 3 minutes early. So early was I that I was the 6th person to come in the lecture hall. So early that the lecturer wasn't even there. So early I could take my pencil box out. Paper and pen ready to attack whatever he was to say. So early I could daydream about ...something really insignificant I can't even remember what. So early that the projector the computer wasn't even switched on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So early that...I fell asleep. (-.-)'' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for half of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nevermind it's a start. Next time early plus wide awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(and I blogged two days in a row! this counts as a proper post right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4147397479972692227?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4147397479972692227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4147397479972692227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4147397479972692227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4147397479972692227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-4013931572397296131</id><published>2009-02-11T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:05:47.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please dont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZLScfpDKrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wwVhwzIEh9g/s1600-h/0210_rihanna_chris_brown_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301531098340338354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZLScfpDKrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wwVhwzIEh9g/s400/0210_rihanna_chris_brown_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm with you at the Grammy's on a Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're kind of acting cute as if its another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at your way when you misbehave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? She's damn bad shape! (yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you needed to take a leek in the loo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youre makin stayin over here impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby I must say your stench is incredible&lt;br /&gt;If you dont have to go don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came here to party &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now your toilet break involves a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like a "Kok kok Kai" (english translation : chicken) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With her hair so "wai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your taste just drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now your fist lands on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do but you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punching and kicking me dead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please dont punch me, please dont punch me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do but you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punching and kicking me dead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please dont punch me, please dont punch me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't care less cos you double suck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I could ever give a f _ _ _ (ok its fork its fork..what were you all thinking?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to hate your...hate your uhm.. "With You" song you oughta now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tai sei" your sales damn kau slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what you started&lt;/div&gt;I just came here to party&lt;br /&gt;But now your toilet break involves a girl&lt;br /&gt;She's like a "Kok kok Kai" (english translation : chicken)&lt;br /&gt;With her hair so "wai"&lt;br /&gt;Your taste just drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus:Please dont punch me, Help me(Repeat Chorus) (You say your music's great, it sucks,&lt;br /&gt;You say your music's great, it sucksYou say your music's great, it sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Please dont punch me, Help me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea why on earth would I bother wasting my precious minutes doing something like this. Its the library I'm telling you. I'll blog properly soon! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4013931572397296131?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4013931572397296131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4013931572397296131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4013931572397296131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4013931572397296131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-dont.html' title='Please dont'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SZLScfpDKrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wwVhwzIEh9g/s72-c/0210_rihanna_chris_brown_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-785221834939126212</id><published>2009-01-26T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:45:22.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTNERS &amp;amp; MARRIAGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo de Manila University,&lt;br /&gt;Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at&lt;br /&gt;that time, was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching&lt;br /&gt;classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took&lt;br /&gt;his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every&lt;br /&gt;day (if only they could do something about the grades...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the&lt;br /&gt;highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr Ferriols had this&lt;br /&gt;long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give&lt;br /&gt;Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his&lt;br /&gt;A+. Read the paper below to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a&lt;br /&gt;man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems&lt;br /&gt;constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it&lt;br /&gt;cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a&lt;br /&gt;mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability,&lt;br /&gt;or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to&lt;br /&gt;do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty&lt;br /&gt;in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at&lt;br /&gt;best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless&lt;br /&gt;nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else&lt;br /&gt;to such a fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to&lt;br /&gt;glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just&lt;br /&gt;dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an&lt;br /&gt;astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they&lt;br /&gt;have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others&lt;br /&gt;habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even&lt;br /&gt;stay together, much less love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the&lt;br /&gt;claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad&lt;br /&gt;relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship&lt;br /&gt;from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early&lt;br /&gt;stages. Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see&lt;br /&gt;yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by&lt;br /&gt;which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to&lt;br /&gt;see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people&lt;br /&gt;choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period&lt;br /&gt;of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny&lt;br /&gt;the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart&lt;br /&gt;from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of&lt;br /&gt;unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any&lt;br /&gt;normal perception of what life would be like together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends&lt;br /&gt;before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each&lt;br /&gt;other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their&lt;br /&gt;worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up&lt;br /&gt;into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of&lt;br /&gt;your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other&lt;br /&gt;keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much&lt;br /&gt;you will enjoy each others company over the long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your laughter together is good and healthy and not at the expense of&lt;br /&gt;others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the&lt;br /&gt;child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise&lt;br /&gt;each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep&lt;br /&gt;the world around you new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most&lt;br /&gt;intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn&lt;br /&gt;sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to&lt;br /&gt;turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your&lt;br /&gt;relationship can become based on being critical together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you&lt;br /&gt;respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their&lt;br /&gt;relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They&lt;br /&gt;find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the&lt;br /&gt;emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship&lt;br /&gt;ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner&lt;br /&gt;treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will&lt;br /&gt;inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals&lt;br /&gt;with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love&lt;br /&gt;will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you&lt;br /&gt;each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not&lt;br /&gt;respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on&lt;br /&gt;the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides&lt;br /&gt;in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the&lt;br /&gt;unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the&lt;br /&gt;literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not&lt;br /&gt;become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have&lt;br /&gt;unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private&lt;br /&gt;commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts&lt;br /&gt;of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves&lt;br /&gt;growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the&lt;br /&gt;business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and&lt;br /&gt;dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty&lt;br /&gt;hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;with their mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with&lt;br /&gt;whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in&lt;br /&gt;your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I&lt;br /&gt;think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is&lt;br /&gt;called transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes&lt;br /&gt;the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love&lt;br /&gt;becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us&lt;br /&gt;every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they&lt;br /&gt;would be impossible to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a&lt;br /&gt;seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will&lt;br /&gt;blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have&lt;br /&gt;chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are&lt;br /&gt;quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a&lt;br /&gt;marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the&lt;br /&gt;bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and&lt;br /&gt;bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat&lt;br /&gt;of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually&lt;br /&gt;deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could&lt;br /&gt;believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I&lt;br /&gt;would be left with something lesser and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation,&lt;br /&gt;it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a&lt;br /&gt;thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories&lt;br /&gt;intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate&lt;br /&gt;consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before&lt;br /&gt;them. They remain separate, but they also become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I&lt;br /&gt;had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are&lt;br /&gt;not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from&lt;br /&gt;celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers.. Each choice contains&lt;br /&gt;within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken is somehow more&lt;br /&gt;fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it&lt;br /&gt;alone contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the&lt;br /&gt;knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who&lt;br /&gt;live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but&lt;br /&gt;there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that&lt;br /&gt;experience into something richer and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong&lt;br /&gt;reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of&lt;br /&gt;transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone&lt;br /&gt;with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can&lt;br /&gt;resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not&lt;br /&gt;chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons&lt;br /&gt;that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle&lt;br /&gt;that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well&lt;br /&gt;made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will&lt;br /&gt;bloom...endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p/s : I got this of Shervin's blog who in turn got it off a facebook note. Its beautifully written and definitely worth a read! I've read it twice already and its one of those where at the end of it you just want to stand up and applaud! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-785221834939126212?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/785221834939126212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=785221834939126212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/785221834939126212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/785221834939126212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/01/partners-marriage-eduardo-calasanz-was.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-6452593628114434221</id><published>2009-01-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:55:28.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What wrong have I done?</title><content type='html'>What wrong have I done?&lt;br /&gt;Where laughing ends and tears begin,&lt;br /&gt;I scarcely, barely can take it in...&lt;br /&gt;I look around and you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, how can I make this pain disappear?&lt;br /&gt;The seed of hatred planted deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Help me as I run out of places to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Scent of ranch tyranny fill the air&lt;br /&gt;Hope quickly turns to despair&lt;br /&gt;My life.. please end is my cry&lt;br /&gt;How many of my own blood must die&lt;br /&gt;Wandering, thinking till time has come...&lt;br /&gt;What wrong have I ... done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SW4Jp7FslRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/sEuaMg1slNg/s1600-h/37F725D4877A4B276038EBBDBCB572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SW4Jp7FslRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/sEuaMg1slNg/s400/37F725D4877A4B276038EBBDBCB572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291177228047783186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written in tribute to those who have lost their lives. One of the many who are suffering is this Palestinian woman from the El Deeb family, who had ten relatives killed near a United Nations school Tuesday, she is seen weeping during  their funeral in the Jebaliya refugee camp, in the northern Gaza Strip. We treat it as what we see it...another piece of news. Death tolls become statistics. A charitable pity may be thrown in...but pretty soon everything is forgotten as easily as a mouse click away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6452593628114434221?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6452593628114434221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6452593628114434221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6452593628114434221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6452593628114434221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-wrong-have-i-done.html' title='What wrong have I done?'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SW4Jp7FslRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/sEuaMg1slNg/s72-c/37F725D4877A4B276038EBBDBCB572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4151152307761343137</id><published>2009-01-10T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:19:55.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SWigP0j3MAI/AAAAAAAAAzg/gmhvr4xqR0w/s1600-h/pooh-bear-wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SWigP0j3MAI/AAAAAAAAAzg/gmhvr4xqR0w/s400/pooh-bear-wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289653956014190594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FREEZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4151152307761343137?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4151152307761343137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4151152307761343137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4151152307761343137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;... does it help my witness for Christ?&lt;br /&gt;... am I motivated by a desire to help others to know Christ?&lt;br /&gt;... does it help me do my best?&lt;br /&gt;... is it against a specific command in Scripture and would thus cause me to sin?&lt;br /&gt;... is it the best and most beneficial course of action?&lt;br /&gt;... am I thinking only of myself, or do I truly care about the other person?&lt;br /&gt;... am I acting lovingly or selfishly?&lt;br /&gt;... does it glorify God?&lt;br /&gt;... will it cause someone else to sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself before doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;a fellow struggler in the walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8042225577114325754?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-7952850807455229536</id><published>2008-12-22T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:00:21.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I live alone within myself&lt;br /&gt;like a hut within the woods&lt;br /&gt;I keep my heart high upon a shelf&lt;br /&gt;barren of other goods&lt;br /&gt;I need another's arms to reach for it&lt;br /&gt;and place it where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;I need another's touch and smile&lt;br /&gt;to fill my hut with songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7952850807455229536?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7952850807455229536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Best buy december 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU5iqu-lnTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lcz8hpCj200/s1600-h/Wicked-The-Musical-wicked-257198_800_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU5iqu-lnTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lcz8hpCj200/s400/Wicked-The-Musical-wicked-257198_800_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282267899256741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4506421659878448328?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4506421659878448328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4506421659878448328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4506421659878448328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4506421659878448328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-buy-december-2008.html' title='Best buy december 2008'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU5iqu-lnTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lcz8hpCj200/s72-c/Wicked-The-Musical-wicked-257198_800_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-3281815092795826155</id><published>2008-12-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:58:25.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU1b_YtZRjI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Arg5yFWzBhI/s1600-h/FloraGuard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU1b_YtZRjI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Arg5yFWzBhI/s400/FloraGuard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281979082498197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate plans for Christmas is to DETOXIFY kau kau wehh... The food that I eat over here in the UK has been nothing short of unhealthy.. I will blog soon on my trip to Rome. But for now...DETOXIFY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3281815092795826155?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3281815092795826155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3281815092795826155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3281815092795826155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3281815092795826155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-immediate-plans-for-christmas-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SU1b_YtZRjI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Arg5yFWzBhI/s72-c/FloraGuard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5493711344782206357</id><published>2008-12-11T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:02:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to you by the letters (Ctr) C and V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;British Airways - True story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;This scene took place on a British Airways flight between   &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229021907_74"&gt;Johannesburg, South Africa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229021907_75"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. 'You obviously do not see it then?' she asked. 'You placed me next to a Black man. I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant Group. Give me an alternative seat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;'Be calm please,' the hostess replied. 'Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.' The hostess went away &amp;amp; then came back a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;'Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in ! Economy Class. I spoke to the captain &amp;amp; he informed me that there is also no seat in Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First Class.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued , 'It is unusual for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting. She turned to the black guy &amp;amp; said, 'Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class.' At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by what they had just witnessed, stood up &amp;amp; applauded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;This is a true story. If you are against racism, please send this to all your friends; please do not delete it without sending it to at least 1 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE, British Airways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5493711344782206357?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5493711344782206357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5493711344782206357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5493711344782206357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5493711344782206357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/brought-to-you-by-letters-ctr-c-and-v.html' title='Brought to you by the letters (Ctr) C and V'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7578190085202490742</id><published>2008-12-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:13:29.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myths Debunked on Drinking. (MUST READ!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Alcohol gives you energy, it's a stimulant&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Alcohol is a depressant that affects the central nervous system, and can actually make you sleepy. Although the initial effects may seem stimulating, cumulatively it slows down the way you think, speak, move and react.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Beer before liquor, never been sicker / liquor before beer, you're in the clear&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; This urban legend just isn't true. Your blood alcohol content is what determines how drunk you are. It doesn't matter what type of alcohol you choose - a drink is a drink, and too much of any combination can make you sick.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: I can sober up quickly if I need to, with a cold shower/fresh air/hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Taking a shower, drinking 10 cups of coffee or eating a loaf of bread will not make you sober. Only time will remove alcohol from your system; depending on your weight, it takes about one hour to eliminate one unit of alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Drink drivers can be safe, because they drive extra carefully so they don't get pulled over&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; In 2002, alcohol was involved in 41% of all fatal crashes (NIDA). You might think you're in control, but alcohol slows down reaction time, which makes driving a car much tricker than you think - even if you've only had one drink.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Alcohol makes sex better&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Alcohol can make people feel less uncomfortable in a social situation. But it can keep men from getting or keeping an erection, and it can lower women's sex drives too. More importantly, alcohol can affect your decision-making ability: you might put yourself in a risky situation and think you're ready to have sex when you're not or you might not use a condom, putting you at greater risk of a sexually transmitted disease or an unwanted pregnancy.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: The worst thing that can happen if I drink too much is getting my stomach pumped&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Alcohol poisoning can cause death. Also, if you're drunk and unconscious, you could inhale fluids from your vomit, resulting in death by asphyxiation. Long-term, heavy use of alcohol can lead to addiction (alcoholism), and can even cause a heart attack or stroke.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Beer gets you less drunk than other drinks&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; A pint of typical-strength beer (ABV 5%), a glass of wine (250ml, ABV 11%) or a large double vodka (70ml) and coke (ABV 38-40%) are all equally intoxicating, at around 2.8 units of alcohol. It's the alcohol itself, not the type of drink it's found in, that makes you drunk although the faster you drink and absorb the alcohol, the higher your peak blood level.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Switching between beer, wine, and spirits will make you more drunk&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Mixing types of drinks may make you sicker by upsetting your stomach, but not more intoxicated.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Eating a big meal, or 'coating' your stomach, before you drink will keep you sober&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; Drinking on a full stomach, or coating your stomach with a greasy or milky solution (like drinking milk before you go out) will only delay the absorption of alcohol into the bloodstream, not prevent it. However, it is best to eat a proper meal before a night out, especially foods rich in carbohydrates and proteins.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH: Your body develops a tolerance to alcohol if you drink a lot regularly, so you can safely drink more&lt;br /&gt;     TRUTH:&lt;/strong&gt; The more you drink the more damage your body will sustain and the greater the risks become. Tolerance is actually a warning sign that your body has started to be affected by alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EDITED FROM: http://www.units.nhs.uk/mythsDebunked.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7578190085202490742?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7578190085202490742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7578190085202490742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7578190085202490742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7578190085202490742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/myths-debunked-on-drinking-must-read.html' title='Myths Debunked on Drinking. (MUST READ!)'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8448763814364493758</id><published>2008-12-06T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:25:54.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/STqmMxsUy_I/AAAAAAAAAzI/FdLNTuZfukM/s1600-h/paul+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/STqmMxsUy_I/AAAAAAAAAzI/FdLNTuZfukM/s400/paul+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276712651845848050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Kirsten Bell. Hahaha...who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Who knows how to photoshop the hair? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8448763814364493758?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8448763814364493758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8448763814364493758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8448763814364493758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8448763814364493758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-with-kirsten-bell.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/STqmMxsUy_I/AAAAAAAAAzI/FdLNTuZfukM/s72-c/paul+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-578967546032810299</id><published>2008-12-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:59:40.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Josh Rouse - 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a must download. or youtube it. they disabled embedding for that video. classic for a rainy day.and i'm talking.in.weird.pauses.sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-578967546032810299?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/578967546032810299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=578967546032810299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/578967546032810299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/578967546032810299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/12/josh-rouse-1972-must-download.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8991479173538234992</id><published>2008-11-21T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:25:13.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I get off at my usual bus stop outside Sainsbury. I am running late. Heck, I already AM late. Still I always comfort myself with the same excuse. "Its 11.05, never mind teacher sure start late one." Naturally my pace quickens with each passing minute. My mind is fluxed with mixed thoughts. Thoughts ranging from what to cook, will I be so "fortunate" as to be asked a question ( i hate! ) to..questions of what am I doing with my life? My pace has now quickened to a brisk walk. Make that a VERY brisk walk, racing almost with my mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And suddenly a voice calls out. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"HEY! Slow down..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It was from a guy holding up the "Big Issue". He was disheveled. Long hair with an overgrown beard coupled with loose clothing which was tattered and worn. He stood with a gait holding on one hand the magazines he was selling. His voice was soft and friendly. His warm smile outshone his unkempt appearance. I smiled back, still walking...albeit a little slower. He gave me an approving nod and I....? I walked away. I walked away like so many others. People see him, but are oblivious to his presence. He stands there for God knows how many hours and truth be told I've never actually seen anyone buy a mag off any of these kind of vendors. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sometimes people make jokes about them. I am pretty sure in one way or another maybe I was one of them. I went through my day as if nothing had happened. In fact, I forgot all about it. Until now. For I was just thinking to myself...how useless I felt? No job. Bad results in second year. Not keeping up with 3rd year. Really, just self pitying myself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And then, I was just led to the thought of those who are less fortunate than I am. Like the Big Issue guy. Here was someone who has to purchase his magazines to sell. Having to run it like an everyday business. Knowing how many copies to buy , etc.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A brief desciption of what Big Issue does taken from their website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Big Issue is a business. But it is a different kind of business, a social business, which provides a 'business solution to a social problem'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homeless people register with us to become vendors and sell The Big Issue: they sign a &lt;a href="http://www.bigissue.com/magazinesite/conduct.pdf"&gt;CODE OF CONDUCT&lt;/a&gt; and agree certain ways of behaving while they sell the magazine, then they are given 10 free magazines to start them off. After that they only get what they can pay for, and managing money becomes an important issue, although we do run a bank to help them put money by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because we deal with vendors in a commercial way, we help give them the skills they need to get on in a commercial world. Our philosophy is to give people 'a hand up, not a hand out', and provide them with a way to earn a legal living and get their lives back together that requires input and hard work from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We believe that solving the problem of homelessness is about helping people to help themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although we work as a business our aim is not to make money for its own sake and we exist to help vendors - any post investment profits the Company generates are invested into our charity wing, THE BIG ISSUE FOUNDATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;God is humbling me. There are so many people who are less fortunate than I am. It is ironic, for it is from  the vendor I know I have...a "Big Issue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I end with the lyrics of the song " People passing by" by Pain of Salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are evoked behind detached eyes but people are just passing by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With smiles for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind the creature that he seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was a child with burning desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with hopes and dreams of what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's lost some faith but still there are fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside that he must drench to numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're all just people passing by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[daniel magdic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Midday:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's searching through crowds for one that is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejecting the facts one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking too loud to silence the glow. Coldness becoming his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empathy can't reach through all that blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fading away beneath old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he lost a war: "will I be dead very long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can still hear his voice through the coldness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could try to ease some of his pain  just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're all just people passing by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part second: memorials (instrumental)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part last: nightfall]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was strong, and filled with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With life ahead he set his aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still could be strong could be a prophet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would teach truth to every man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sitting numb while dusk is falling. Alone he whispers his "goodnight" &lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SSdQZS_OZZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xT07UGkBUzg/s1600-h/OTHERC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SSdQZS_OZZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xT07UGkBUzg/s400/OTHERC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271270284384429458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8991479173538234992?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8991479173538234992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8991479173538234992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8991479173538234992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8991479173538234992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-issue.html' title='Big Issue'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SSdQZS_OZZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xT07UGkBUzg/s72-c/OTHERC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-2810178949340364655</id><published>2008-11-07T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:18:23.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will never ever be the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlc62xDvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0037S9mNJT0/s1600-h/toystory3imagesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLT (Domestic Release Date: November 26th, 2008, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Directors: Chris Williams, Byron Howard&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Clark Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: John Travolta, Miley Cyrus, Susie Essman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For super-dog Bolt (voiced by John Travolta), every day is filled with adventure, danger and intrigue -- at least until the cameras stop rolling. When the canine star of a hit TV show is accidentally shipped from his Hollywood soundstage to New York City, he begins his biggest adventure yet -- a cross-country journey through the real world. Armed only with the delusions that all his amazing feats and powers are real, and with the help of two unlikely traveling companions -- a jaded, abandoned housecat named Mittens (voiced by Susie Essman), and TV-obsessed hamster in a plastic ball named Rhino -- Bolt discovers he doesn't need superpowers to be a hero. Miley Cyrus ("Hannah Montana") brings her vocal talents to the role of Penny, Bolt's human co-star on the television series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2Zza7AI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Fjmu7JmKfOk/s1600-h/bolt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2Zza7AI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Fjmu7JmKfOk/s400/bolt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226225081936898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2cZUw8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JLt_q8ZvLdU/s1600-h/bolt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2cZUw8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JLt_q8ZvLdU/s400/bolt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226225777787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINKER BELL (Disney DVD and Blu-ray Release Date: October 28th, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;DisneyToon Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Bradley Raymond&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Jeannine Roussel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the magical world of fairies and meet the enchanting creatures of Pixie Hollow, who "nurture nature" and bring about the change of the seasons. Changing the colors of the leaves, moving a sunbeam to melt snow, waking animals from their winter slumber, or giving a patch of sproutlings a sprinkle of water are all within the realm of these seasonal specialists. Tinker Bell thinks her fairy talent as a "tinker" isn't as special or important as the other fairies' talents. But when Tink tries to change who she is, she creates nothing but disaster! With encouragement from her friends Rosetta, Silvermist, Fawn and Iridessa, Tink learns the key to solving her problems lies in her unique tinker abilities ... and discovers that when she's true to herself, magical things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlctB_63I/AAAAAAAAAyY/p08neZkdaLM/s1600-h/tinkerbell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlctB_63I/AAAAAAAAAyY/p08neZkdaLM/s400/tinkerbell1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226883078384498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlc9O-j9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/BmHoMoamyts/s1600-h/tinkerbell3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlc9O-j9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/BmHoMoamyts/s400/tinkerbell3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226887427788754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlcrZ-DjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0I7C7zV6d4s/s1600-h/tinkerbell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlcrZ-DjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0I7C7zV6d4s/s400/tinkerbell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226882642054706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP (Domestic Release Date: May 29th, 2009, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Pete Docter&lt;br /&gt;Co-Director: Bob Peterson&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Jonas Rivera&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Bob Peterson&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Ed Asner, Christopher Plummer, John Ratzenberger, Jordan Nagai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Academy Award®-nominated team of director Pete Docter ("Monsters, Inc.") and co-director Bob Peterson comes "Up," a comedic adventure taking off (and lifting spirits) in summer 2009. Carl Fredricksen spent his entire life dreaming of exploring the globe and experiencing life to its fullest. But at age 78, life seems to have passed him by, until a twist of fate (and a persistent 8-year old Wilderness Explorer named Russell) gives him a new lease on life. "Up" takes audiences on a thrilling journey where the unlikely pair encounter wild terrain, unexpected villains and jungle creatures. When seeking adventure next summer -- look "Up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOY STORY in 3-D (Domestic Release Date: October 2nd, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: John Lasseter&lt;br /&gt;Producers: Ralph Guggenheim, Bonnie Arnold&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Randy Newman&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Tom Hanks, Tim Allen, Don Rickles, Jim Varney, Wallace Shawn, John Ratzenberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally released by Walt Disney Pictures in 1995, "Toy Story" was the first feature film from Pixar Animation Studios and director John Lasseter. The film went on to receive Oscar® nominations for Best Original Score, Best Original Song, and Best Original Screenplay, and earned Lasseter a Special Achievement Award (Oscar®) "for the development and inspired application of techniques that have made possible the first feature-length computer-animated film." The 3-D version of this landmark film is being personally overseen by Lasseter with his acclaimed team of technical wizards handling all the necessary steps in the conversion process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVldL9hERI/AAAAAAAAAy4/LQOqSF3Oz2Q/s1600-h/toystorylogosmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVldL9hERI/AAAAAAAAAy4/LQOqSF3Oz2Q/s400/toystorylogosmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226891381084434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlc62xDvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0037S9mNJT0/s1600-h/toystory3imagesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlc62xDvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0037S9mNJT0/s400/toystory3imagesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226886789369586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG (Domestic Release Date: Christmas 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Directors: John Musker, Ron Clements&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Peter Del Vecho&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Randy Newman&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Anika Noni Rose, Keith David, Jenifer Lewis, John Goodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musical set in the greatest city of them all, New Orleans, "The Princess and the Frog" marks Disney's return to the timeless art form of traditional animation. The film teams Ron Clements and John Musker, creators of "The Little Mermaid" and "Aladdin," with Oscar®-winning composer Randy Newman to tell the most beautiful love story ever told ... with frogs, voodoo, and a singing alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOqKWZgI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NkLH_uxkwDY/s1600-h/princessandfrogimagelogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOqKWZgI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NkLH_uxkwDY/s400/princessandfrogimagelogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226641789937154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOnu7r_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lfspdmB3k9A/s1600-h/princessandfrogimagesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOnu7r_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lfspdmB3k9A/s400/princessandfrogimagesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226641138069490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINKER BELL NORTH OF NEVER LAND - working title (Disney DVD and Blu-ray Release Date: 2009)&lt;br /&gt;DisneyToon Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Klay Hall&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Sean Lurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In autumn, Tinker Bell is entrusted with crafting a great treasure that can rejuvenate the Pixie Dust Tree. But when her friend Terence offers to help, Tink's temper and stubbornness get the better of her, shattering both her creation and her friendship with Terence. To set things right again, she must embark on a journey far North of Never Land ... and along the way, she will discover an even greater treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOY STORY 2 in 3-D (Domestic Release Date: February 12th, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: John Lasseter&lt;br /&gt;Co-Directors: Lee Unkrich, Ash Brannon&lt;br /&gt;Producers: Helene Plotkin, Karen Robert Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Randy Newman&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Tom Hanks, Tim Allen, Joan Cusack, Kelsey Grammer, Don Rickles, Estelle Harris, Jim Varney, Wallace Shawn, John Ratzenberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in 1999, "Toy Story 2" went on to become one of the most popular animated features of all time. The film picks up as Andy is heading off to Cowboy Camp and the toys are left to their own devices. When an obsessive toy collector named Al McWhiggin (owner of Al's Toy Barn) kidnaps Woody, and Woody learns that he's a highly valued collectable from a 1950s TV show called "Woody's Roundup," the stage is set for a daring rescue attempt by the gang from Andy's room. The film introduced such other memorable characters from "Woody's Roundup" as Jessie the cowgirl, Bullseye the horse, and the Prospector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOY STORY 3 (Domestic Release Date: June 18th, 2010, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Lee Unkrich&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Darla K. Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Michael Arndt&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Randy Newman&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Tom Hanks, Tim Allen, Joan Cusack, Don Rickles, Wallace Shawn, Estelle Harris, John Ratzenberger, Ned Beatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creators of the beloved "Toy Story" films re-open the toy box and bring moviegoers back to the delightful world of Woody, Buzz and our favorite gang of toy characters in "Toy Story 3." Lee Unkrich (co-director of "Toy Story 2" and "Finding Nemo") directs this highly anticipated film, and Michael Arndt, the Academy Award®-winning screenwriter of "Little Miss Sunshine," brings his unique talents and comedic sensibilities to the proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPUNZEL (Domestic Release Date: Christmas 2010, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Directors: Glen Keane, Dean Wellins&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Roy Conli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new telling of the classic fairy tale, "Rapunzel," audiences will be transported to a stunning CG fantasy world complete with the iconic tower, an evil witch, a gallant hero and, of course, the mysterious girl with the long golden tresses. Expect adventure, heart, humor, and hair ... lots of hair, when Rapunzel unleashes her locks in theaters for the 2010 holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlO-aePaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/RiiJJO8Mr2E/s1600-h/rapunzellogosmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlO-aePaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/RiiJJO8Mr2E/s400/rapunzellogosmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226647226269090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlO8d64dI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7abnUEhOdq0/s1600-h/rapunzelimagesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlO8d64dI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7abnUEhOdq0/s400/rapunzelimagesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226646703858130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINKER BELL A MIDSUMMER STORM - working title (Disney DVD and Blu-ray Release Date: 2010)&lt;br /&gt;DisneyToon Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Carolyn Gair&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Margot Pipkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being confronted by her antagonist Vidia, an irritated Tinker Bell retaliates by taking a photograph of Vidia ... without considering the consequences. Now, the two must set aside their differences and cooperate to prevent evidence of the existence of fairies from falling into human hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWT (Domestic Release Date: Summer 2011, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Gary Rydstrom&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Richard Hollander&lt;br /&gt;Writers: Gary Rydstrom, Leslie Caveny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the last remaining male and female blue-footed newts on the planet are forced together by science to save the species, and they can't stand each other? That's the problem facing Newt and Brooke, heroes of "newt," the Pixar film by seven-time Academy Award® winner for sound Gary Rydstrom, and director of Pixar's Oscar-nominated short, "Lifted." Newt and Brooke embark on a perilous, unpredictable adventure and discover that finding a mate never goes as planned, even when you only have one choice. Love, it turns out, is not a science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOWPRbUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/aFiB7e2JdBU/s1600-h/newtlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVlOWPRbUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/aFiB7e2JdBU/s400/newtlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226636441873730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEAR AND THE BOW (Domestic Release Date: Christmas 2011, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Brenda Chapman&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Katherine Sarafian&lt;br /&gt;Voice Talent: Reese Witherspoon, Billy Connolly, Emma Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rugged and mythic Scotland is the setting for Pixar's action-adventure "The Bear and the Bow." The impetuous, tangle-haired Merida, though a daughter of royalty, would prefer to make her mark as a great archer. A clash of wills with her mother compels Merida to make a reckless choice, which unleashes unintended peril on her father's kingdom and her mother's life. Merida struggles with the unpredictable forces of nature, magic and a dark, ancient curse to set things right. Director Brenda Chapman ("The Prince of Egypt," "The Lion King") and the storytelling wizards of Pixar conjure humor, fantasy and excitement in this rich Highland tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2-qpqoI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6ot94kWrba8/s1600-h/bearandbowlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2-qpqoI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6ot94kWrba8/s400/bearandbowlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226234977266306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINKER BELL A WINTER STORY - working title (Disney DVD and Blu-ray Release Date: 2011)&lt;br /&gt;DisneyToon Studios&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Sean Lurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth, as-yet-untold story of Tinker Bell and her fairy friends will take place in winter, completing the cycle of the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARS 2 (Domestic Release Date: Summer 2012, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Pixar Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Director: Brad Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a racetrack as racing superstar Lightning McQueen zooms back into action, with his best friend Mater in tow, to take on the globe's fastest and finest in this thrilling high-octane new installment of the "Cars" saga. Mater and McQueen will need their passports as they find themselves in a new world of intrigue, thrills and fast-paced comedic escapades around the globe. "Cars 2" is being directed by Brad Lewis, producer of the Oscar®- winning film "Ratatouille."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2g2t9sI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nFZ9HEpniw8/s1600-h/cars2logosmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2g2t9sI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nFZ9HEpniw8/s400/cars2logosmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226226974815938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF THE ELVES (Domestic Release Date: Christmas 2012, Disney Digital 3-D(TM))&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney Animation Studios&lt;br /&gt;Directors: Aaron Blaise, Robert Walker&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Chuck Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary storyteller Phillip K. Dick's short story (his only experiment in the fantasy genre) becomes the basis for this fantastic and imaginative tale about an average man living in the Mississippi Delta, whose reluctant actions to help a desperate band of elves leads them to name him their new king. Joining the innocent and endangered elves as they attempt to escape from an evil and menacing troll, their unlikely new leader finds himself caught on a journey filled with unimaginable dangers and a chance to bring real meaning back to his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk25Xw45I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h8LVSU2Tgvc/s1600-h/kingoftheelveslogosmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk25Xw45I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h8LVSU2Tgvc/s400/kingoftheelveslogosmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266226233555870610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2810178949340364655?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2810178949340364655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2810178949340364655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2810178949340364655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2810178949340364655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-will-never-ever-be-same.html' title='It will never ever be the same...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRVk2Zza7AI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Fjmu7JmKfOk/s72-c/bolt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-693423371709019849</id><published>2008-11-05T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:00:20.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen</title><content type='html'>I stand still on the now damp and frigid walkway. The droplets of water intermittently falling from the trees above is seen as a welcome distraction. The atmosphere can aptly be described as morose for it had rained earlier. People have lined themselves up as close as possible to the temporary barriers put up. Cameras were all in hand. Anticipation? ......building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman is positioned right in front of me. He remained taciturn and laconic despite the best efforts of everyone standing close to him. Maybe they view it as a personal victory to get him to say ANYTHING. Maybe we were just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eons of time passes and finally...THE glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you because the photographer HAS  to stand right in front of me...my view was obstructed.  But nothing was going to stop me from having a glimpse of someone who represents our modern world's oldest monarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today was the day I can say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRIzOipeBvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/yIQbzhZQyTA/s1600-h/queen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRIzOipeBvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/yIQbzhZQyTA/s400/queen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327239261456114" border="0" /&gt;I saw the queen....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-693423371709019849?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/693423371709019849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=693423371709019849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/693423371709019849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/693423371709019849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/11/queen.html' title='The Queen'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SRIzOipeBvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/yIQbzhZQyTA/s72-c/queen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-3291593387301144627</id><published>2008-10-28T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:09:15.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a loser ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SQcAee-ENCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZG076mNOzBw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262175213315175458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SQcAee-ENCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZG076mNOzBw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SQcAIar9wrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_C2XO3gPMoE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p/s : I dont normally add random people okay...but she's hannah tan weh...hahaha (hey that rhymes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3291593387301144627?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3291593387301144627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3291593387301144627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3291593387301144627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3291593387301144627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-such-loser.html' title='I&apos;m such a loser ...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SQcAee-ENCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZG076mNOzBw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-473975553567204712</id><published>2008-10-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:12:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ7ElrN0d4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ7ElrN0d4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you want me&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Would you stay forever&lt;br /&gt;Or just leave me here to drown ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Change your mind - Boyce Avenue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;my favourite youtube band :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-473975553567204712?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/473975553567204712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=473975553567204712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/473975553567204712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/473975553567204712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-im-emo.html' title='Because I&apos;m emo.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-4232329690578994504</id><published>2008-10-22T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:08:38.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8x4x-Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAug/lJ3r5M28j_U/s1600-h/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8x4x-Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAug/lJ3r5M28j_U/s400/p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259977741348027330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(view from my balcony) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know the story of how, due to the credit crunch my house got repossessed by the bank. It sounds like a joke I know but trust me..it has been a dramatic 2 week ordeal and to cut the story short, we've got a new place. Thought of sharing a few pictures of the new place to you people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8yGuZ1itI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XV_6Q9P1Ccw/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8yGuZ1itI/AAAAAAAAAuo/XV_6Q9P1Ccw/s400/a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259977980909030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8ygw-1PnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/UWrcA0IhPRU/s1600-h/u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8ygw-1PnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/UWrcA0IhPRU/s400/u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259978428277669490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a word of caution to viewer : state of room is only temporary, expect messiness in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for dropping by. will put up some pictures of the New Academic Building at LSE in future. till then, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4232329690578994504?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4232329690578994504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4232329690578994504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4232329690578994504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4232329690578994504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-place_22.html' title='My new place'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SP8x4x-Cu8I/AAAAAAAAAug/lJ3r5M28j_U/s72-c/p.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-8933785491416318638</id><published>2008-10-20T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:19:38.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London's getting tough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SPxnzDZHK9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mT5xmOfwT-k/s1600-h/speedbump.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259192591643519954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SPxnzDZHK9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mT5xmOfwT-k/s400/speedbump.gif" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but only one thing is needed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Luke 10: 41-42  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What have you chosen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8933785491416318638?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8933785491416318638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8933785491416318638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8933785491416318638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8933785491416318638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/10/londons-getting-tough.html' title='London&apos;s getting tough.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SPxnzDZHK9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mT5xmOfwT-k/s72-c/speedbump.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-2585071144865415447</id><published>2008-10-09T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:09:54.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SO28O5rW4QI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kh6CQ6ULQt8/s1600-h/aurora_kuenzli_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SO28O5rW4QI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kh6CQ6ULQt8/s400/aurora_kuenzli_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255063304398102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I said to you, ‘You have now reached the land that the LORD our God is giving us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look! He has placed it in front of you. Go and occupy it as the LORD, the God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of your ancestors, has promised you. Don’t be afraid! Don’t be discouraged!’ ”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUTERONOMY 1:20-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A careful recounting of God’s actions in the past should lead a trusting person to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have confidence in his saving power in the future. But people like me are more cautious than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;others, more calculating than the rest. Some of us can recognize opportunities in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every difficulty, while others see difficulties in every opportunity. I'm learning to be the former because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; there is a factor that should loom larger than personality or temperament:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the God factor! When I recognize who God is and what he has promised, I should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have no problem trusting him to carry through in the future. When I read today's passage I am reminded how thousand of years ago, the Israelites shared exactly the same feelings. The scouting report of the place brought them into a dilemma. On one hand was a land full of promise, on the other hand, it was full of giants..real and imaginary! ( for me at LSE its literal and figuratively )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final year here at the LSE. I was talking to Ashley just how directionless I felt after coming back But who God is, what He has done and what He has promised to do is there for our taking. We have a CHOICE to trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that choice determines whether I am here in the land of promise or wandering in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2585071144865415447?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2585071144865415447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2585071144865415447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2585071144865415447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2585071144865415447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-forward.html' title='The Way Forward'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SO28O5rW4QI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kh6CQ6ULQt8/s72-c/aurora_kuenzli_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-1249961887962463982</id><published>2008-06-18T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:55:42.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah almost forgot my password to sign back in. a little update. its 2044 Greenwich International Time. I'm typing this during the half-way break of Russia-Sweden. Exams were..."lets not talk about it." My holidays started a week ago...I'm leaving the dream of eat sleep eat sleep (x 1000). Im trying very very hard to finish reading The Time Travellers Wife aka The Sleeping Pill. Im also spending my time trying to be artistic but plan so far quite fail. I cant draw to save my life now. Went to Lake District for a couple of days. Great fun. Will probably upload pictures when I get my internet back. I called them again today and they said they had to 'talk to the manager' about reconnecting my internet. I have no idea WHY IT ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME....but they said I have a peer to peer application. I mean I dont EVEN have Limewire or BitTorrent and all that jazz installed on my com. Plus I had exams. Aiyah donno them la. Stay at 1N42/3 also still kena. Wah this is quite fun. Ranting away..ok time for second half! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Did you know to trap cockroaches...you can start by using half a glass of red wine, placed in strategic positions overnight. Roaches are known to be attracted to the smell of wine and they usually fall inside and die during the night, possibly due to the effects of alcohol. The glass or container design is very important however, as it should prevent them from climbing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have never tried it but I think its a SUPER waste money way to trap cockroaches. I mean &lt;em&gt;red wine&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1249961887962463982?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1249961887962463982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1249961887962463982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1249961887962463982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1249961887962463982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/06/wah-almost-forgot-my-password-to-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-5402606534811811539</id><published>2008-04-30T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:00:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been contemplating this for quite some time now and have decided to officially close this blog for good effective the 3rd of May. Its not being tarik harga or action or whatever but I figured if anything it would be a friends only kind of thing. For a while now I have questioned what is the purpose of my blog. Originally it was supposed to update my friends back in Malaysia on life here in the UK.  Something which lasted for only the first few posts or so. Yes the plan super fail. Now its just...pathetic. Full of cut and pastes from everywhere (yes including lisa's blog :) ) interjected with a few youtube video's and photos. I have enjoyed blogging while it lasted and Im very thankful, grateful and blessed that there are people out there who actually take time to visit this blog. Thank you for being part of this journey for me. But for every beginning there lies an ending and it is with a heavy yet contented heart I bid this blog farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : if you're wondering how you would ever know when I will start blogging again. erm...im not sure how to go about it also but we'll see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5402606534811811539?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5402606534811811539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5402606534811811539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5402606534811811539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5402606534811811539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-4995716483755651257</id><published>2008-04-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:55:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David Cook is the American Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4995716483755651257?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4995716483755651257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4995716483755651257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4995716483755651257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4995716483755651257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-cook-is-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7600253038584938384</id><published>2008-04-28T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:30:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From where you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBh7Muv0yac&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBh7Muv0yac&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7600253038584938384?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7600253038584938384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7600253038584938384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7600253038584938384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7600253038584938384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-where-you-are.html' title='From where you are.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1497289425197869701</id><published>2008-04-27T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:18:02.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Make money through Adsense now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a scene from Jerry Maguire....they had me at "money" and "now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats how I decided to put an Adsense advert on my webpage thinking that I could "make" money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau 3 months the thing has been there...nobody has fricking clicked on the link down there weh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like wandering whyla....then I scrolled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my horror......the tags they put..who on earth is going to click la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amateur blogspot&lt;br /&gt;lasmasvistas blogspot&lt;br /&gt;girls blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SUPER BAD SHAPE WAN THE TAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla so nvm la one source of income no need to harap already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then no need to fret cos in its place there is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSEARCHFUNDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earn your pathway to financial freedom by clicking here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysearchfunds.co.uk/apply001.asp?Friend=2885"&gt;http://www.mysearchfunds.co.uk/apply001.asp?Friend=2885&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you missed it click here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysearchfunds.co.uk/apply001.asp?Friend=2885"&gt;http://www.mysearchfunds.co.uk/apply001.asp?Friend=2885&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the testimonials of those who have used this searchfund thingy majiggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up we have the ever stunning girl wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUGvaQH_PI/AAAAAAAAAgc/k11sComp5mA/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUGvaQH_PI/AAAAAAAAAgc/k11sComp5mA/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194065156812307698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheong Yen Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ive earned 70 pounds in like 2 months by just...clicking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list we have the next Bill Gates in the making ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUHrKQH_QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t15k6FGeiss/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUHrKQH_QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t15k6FGeiss/s400/IMG_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194066183309491458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Chang Jin ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has earned 50 pounds ah...something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next up we have...erm...a.....guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUIQ6QH_RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QGz-Shtfd2s/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUIQ6QH_RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QGz-Shtfd2s/s400/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194066831849553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paddy Yeoh!!! who has made 30 pounds in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for .....click on the link and sign up now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1497289425197869701?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1497289425197869701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1497289425197869701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1497289425197869701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1497289425197869701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-money-through-adsense-now-like.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBUGvaQH_PI/AAAAAAAAAgc/k11sComp5mA/s72-c/IMG_2310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-6027847100802681502</id><published>2008-04-27T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:55:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary stuff</title><content type='html'>Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you googled "paul g blog" you'll find that Im listed 9th in the google result...still on the first page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you googled "paul goh" you'll find that Im listed 2nd in the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most shocking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you googled "paul goh and sex" you'll find I am the FIRST google result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-.-)''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously Im going to delete that Iran post weh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6027847100802681502?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6027847100802681502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6027847100802681502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6027847100802681502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6027847100802681502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/scary-stuff.html' title='scary stuff'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3317616428631119349</id><published>2008-04-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:04:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p/s I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd2qQH_MI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NXJpKjrian8/s1600-h/ps-i-love-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd2qQH_MI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NXJpKjrian8/s400/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193738726412909762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself I like romcom kinda movies. I watched this and fell asleep halfway. But it wasnt THAT boring just a little far fetch. The show is about this guy Gerry who before dying of brain tumour, go and write 10 letters instructing the wife how to get her life together. How he uses these letters to instead of telling her the finality of death, that a new chapter of life beckons. You must be thinking...wah so romantic. But I dont think anything can quite beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time travelers wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd7aQH_NI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kdu76ScZtyU/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd7aQH_NI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kdu76ScZtyU/s400/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193738808017288402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb book. Although going back and forth makes me pening weh. But I guess that what makes it so different from other love novels. This one I scared write summary cos...confirm wrong one. Lol. So this is taken from Wikipedia, though it doesnt capture any of the emotions and feelings the writer manages to conjure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Time_Traveler's_Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its going to come out as a movie weh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd_6QH_OI/AAAAAAAAAgU/njlyqkf43vs/s1600-h/thetimetravelerswife3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd_6QH_OI/AAAAAAAAAgU/njlyqkf43vs/s400/thetimetravelerswife3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193738885326699746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams. They should rename the movie p/s ill tapau u&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. (you refering to any love story where boy chase girl, tak dapat, try again then get kinda movie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3317616428631119349?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3317616428631119349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3317616428631119349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3317616428631119349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3317616428631119349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/ps-i-love-you.html' title='p/s I love you'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/SBPd2qQH_MI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NXJpKjrian8/s72-c/ps-i-love-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-7407999064284536191</id><published>2008-04-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:39:21.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, I went to my favourite nasi lemak place. Its called the "BP place"&lt;br /&gt;because its...behind BP?....Anywayyyyy I went there, hoping for another bungkus of my piping steaming hot nasi lemak tambah telur goreng and sotong tambah sambal. mm mmmmm( hahah just had to do it :P) But i went there, and there was THE queue. WHAT?!??! Quite long summore the queue. So I decided. 'Never mind la, give business to the poor mak cik at the side there.' So I hopped..I mean walked over to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er....Kak satu..nasi lemak tambah telur goreng tambah sotong...bungkus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MMhmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said "Ey u ni...melayu ker?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear correctly? I thought I did. Or was she asking whether I was Malanie Yu? Ive got a few people who say I look like...a girl.(ok its just yenli) But never before had someone say I look like a 'Melayu/Melanie Yu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded in my most cinapek voice. "Harhh...tak larrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh sorry yer, kak nampak u macam melayuuu jerr..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to cut the long story short the nasi lemak there wasnt as good.And i was thinking....and I think the closest explanation I could find was I had a bit of a janggut. And admittedly it wasnt anything like Johnny Depp kind so yeng. So moral of the story....remember to pack your shaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this random post was borne out of total boredom. And I more than one week never eat nasi lemak.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7407999064284536191?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7407999064284536191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7407999064284536191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7407999064284536191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7407999064284536191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-too-long-ago-i-went-to-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3474113204915909545</id><published>2008-04-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:40:34.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>\\ ( o . o ) // - Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3474113204915909545?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3474113204915909545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3474113204915909545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3474113204915909545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3474113204915909545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/o.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8294225768852498258</id><published>2008-04-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:06:35.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iran anti-vice chief 'in brothel' taken from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7350165.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehran's police chief, who was reportedly discovered in a brothel, has been arrested, it has been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local media have reported that General Reza Zarei was found with six naked women in a house of prostitution in the Iranian capital last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been taken to jail while his case is investigated, a spokesman for Iran's judiciary said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen Zarei was in charge of enforcing Iran's strict anti-vice laws, which include a ban on prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State media had recently reported that Gen Zarei had been replaced as police chief in Tehran, but had not explained why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex taboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iran has tough punishments for unmarried couples who have sex or behave in a manner considered immoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people have been jailed or flogged for dancing together at house parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public dress code can be tightly enforced, with women barred from showing their hair or wearing make up or colourful clothes and men from wearing their hair long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years the hardline Iranian establishment never admitted that prostitution existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They now acknowledge the problem, though, and prostitutes are becoming more visible on the streets, correspondents say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said...ironies of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8294225768852498258?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8294225768852498258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8294225768852498258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8294225768852498258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8294225768852498258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/iran-anti-vice-chief-in-brothel-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8502722054580813754</id><published>2008-04-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:14:50.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>blog updated with the word update. ironies of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8502722054580813754?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8502722054580813754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8502722054580813754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8502722054580813754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8502722054580813754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-26872690452741247</id><published>2008-04-06T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:55:53.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me or are there a lot of aunties called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-26872690452741247?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/26872690452741247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=26872690452741247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/26872690452741247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/26872690452741247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-me-or-are-there-lot-of-aunties.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1044439452451357556</id><published>2008-04-03T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:33:56.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt, make jokes (copied wholesale from Lisa's blog:))</title><content type='html'>I've been you know, *flicks hair* like, really busy.&lt;br /&gt;So, here- have some jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "So, why the long face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polar bear, a giraffe and a penguin walk into a bar. The bartender says, "What is this? Some kind of joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dyslexic man walks into a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pony walks into a bar and says "Bartender, may I have a drink?" Bartender says "What? I can't hear you. Speak up!" "May I please have a drink?" "What? You have to speak up!" "Could I please have a drink?" "Now listen, if you don't speak up I will not serve you." "I'm sorry, I'm just a little hoarse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion walks into a bar. The bartender says, "So, why the long face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt; lisathetan.blogspot.com  &lt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1044439452451357556?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1044439452451357556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1044439452451357556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1044439452451357556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1044439452451357556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-in-doubt-make-jokes-copied.html' title='When in doubt, make jokes (copied wholesale from Lisa&apos;s blog:))'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-5221097230434210768</id><published>2008-04-03T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:29:05.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's think about it.</title><content type='html'>Eating fish supposedly makes you smart. But the fishes which are stupid are the ones that get caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about it&lt;em&gt;....(eat fish if need help to think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5221097230434210768?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5221097230434210768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5221097230434210768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5221097230434210768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5221097230434210768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-think-about-it.html' title='Let&apos;s think about it.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-3632299325708684077</id><published>2008-04-01T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:50:07.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was watching MalaysianDreamgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relied heavily on Ernest's summary of the episodes to catch the parts which I wanted to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. One word. Badshape. (ok maybe thats supposed to be two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ive got so much better looking female friends weh.Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3632299325708684077?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3632299325708684077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3632299325708684077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3632299325708684077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3632299325708684077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-watching-malaysiandreamgirl.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1100190420354566377</id><published>2008-03-30T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T05:16:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dejavu</title><content type='html'>I walk into church. Take my seat 3rd row from the front. Glance through the handout. Look up. See her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'It cant be...she's in Australia'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Put on my glasses. Strain to see. Conspicuously successful. She looks back. Our eyes meet. I get that tingling feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'It's her.' &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down. Pretend to read the hymn book. My glasses are pushed down hoping she doesn't recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing/worship is over. Of the 40 seats which were empty, she HAD to choose the seat directly facing mine. *insert expletive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh heavily. Glances exchanged. It's been quite a while. I've moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say its all just dejavu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1100190420354566377?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1100190420354566377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1100190420354566377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1100190420354566377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1100190420354566377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/dejavu.html' title='dejavu'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1524003262990915990</id><published>2008-03-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:51:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today mum said.. "You're turning 21 this June already...after that you're not covered by Petronas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around."Harh..serious ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah so if you want to do your blood test all you better do it before you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows me TOO well. Im such a cheapo. Lol. Finger crossed I dont have to eat oats for breakfast,lunch and dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1524003262990915990?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1524003262990915990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1524003262990915990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1524003262990915990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1524003262990915990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-mum-said.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-4602816134874074513</id><published>2008-03-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:49:55.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today my mum was lecturing me on getting a blood test because of my high cholesterol. It doesnt help when she sees me eating nasi lemak everyday for breakfast. Plus ive been gourging myself with pan mee, curry mee, yong tau foo, chicken rice, kaya with bread .mmm...basically not the healthiest of stuff la. So the reason I gave her was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Waste time ler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually Im quite scared lor. Cos I think, looking at my diet in UK...my cholesterol got worst. So hence forth. I shall abstain from the guilty pleasures of this world. And try to eat oats for the rest of the week. And while Im at it. Im going to abstain from ALL football websites and MSN messenger for the next week. Im making an exception for emails.. cos my quiet time material is there. So to save time dont bother coming to this blog for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : ok i think one week is too long. maybe 4 days then..hehe..if you see me online...tell me to bugger off!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4602816134874074513?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4602816134874074513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4602816134874074513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4602816134874074513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4602816134874074513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-my-mum-was-lecturing-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7585487213614948088</id><published>2008-03-22T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:11:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7585487213614948088?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7585487213614948088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7585487213614948088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7585487213614948088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7585487213614948088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh_22.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-5474186655783300031</id><published>2008-03-14T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:48:28.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VSuCtebBT0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VSuCtebBT0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow she reminds me a bit of my managerial accounting teacher..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5474186655783300031?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5474186655783300031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5474186655783300031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5474186655783300031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5474186655783300031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/somehow-she-reminds-me-bit-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7262587860015452848</id><published>2008-03-13T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:09:10.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Man vs Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Fundamental Differences Between Men &amp;amp; Women&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICKNAMES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Laura, Suzanne, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Kate and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;If Mike, Charlie, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Sh*t-Head and Four-eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;EATING OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Dave and John will each throw in £20, even though it's only for £32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay £2 for a £1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay £1 for a £2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;BATHROOMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste,shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from M&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGUMENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;CATS&lt;/b&gt; Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUTURE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the bins, answer the phone, read a book, and get the post.&lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NATURAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFFSPRING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favourite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a woman says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon...This place is a mess. You and I need to clean. Your pants are on the floor and you'll have no clothes if we don't do the laundry now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a man hears:&lt;br /&gt;C'MON ... blah, blah, blah YOU AND I blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ON THE FLOOR blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES blah, blah, blah, blah, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7262587860015452848?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7262587860015452848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7262587860015452848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7262587860015452848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7262587860015452848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-man-vs-woman.html' title='More Man vs Woman'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-4959622093263767366</id><published>2008-03-12T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:09:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janjang aritmetik atau janjang geometri ni??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;Kedah student scores 21 As in SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="story_byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By KAREN CHAPMAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;PUTRAJAYA&lt;/b&gt;: SMKA Yan student Azali Azlan has set a new record by obtaining 21 As – 20 1As and one 2A – in the Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) examination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  He has beaten the record set by former SMK Ulu Tiram student Nur Amalina Che Bakri who scored 17 1As in 2004. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="7" width="144"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;img src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/3/12/nation/SPMAzali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;Azali Azlan of SMKA Yan set a new record by obtaining 21 As - 20 1As and one 2A - in the SPM examination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom said Azali was the only student who took 21 subjects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We encourage students to take between eight to 10 subjects but because it is an open certificate, we cannot stop students from taking more subjects if they feel they can cope," he told reporters Wednesday while announcing the SPM and Sijil Tinggi Agama Malaysia (STAM) results at the ministry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  He said one student each took 19 and 18 subjects respectively, two took 17 and 10 took 16 subjects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Azali, 17, who wants to study biotechnology either in the United States or Britain, said he wanted to thank his teachers from kindergarten to secondary school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "My success is not mine alone as I could not have done it without my parents and all my teachers," he said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Asked why he took so many subjects, he said he wanted to prove to himself that he could do it, adding that he had obtained 18 1As and 3 2As in the trial examination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Azali said he performed the solat hajat and fasted during the entire examination period, adding that he had dates and drank honey water for strength every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;I dont know about you. But this is just becoming ridiculous. First 10 A1's were like "woah!!!" then 11 then 12 then 17 now...21 ?!?!? Next year how many...30 ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4959622093263767366?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4959622093263767366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4959622093263767366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4959622093263767366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4959622093263767366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/janjang-aritmetik-atau-janjang-geometri.html' title='Janjang aritmetik atau janjang geometri ni??'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3525380675731578505</id><published>2008-03-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:35:19.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ransomed heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R9gUKNe0IqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VMuujMZ2Shs/s1600-h/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176909937312539298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R9gUKNe0IqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VMuujMZ2Shs/s400/god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come, let us return to the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;He has torn us to pieces but He will heal us; He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds.&lt;br /&gt;After two days He will revive us; on the third day He will restore us, that we may live in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge Him.&lt;br /&gt;As surely as the sun rises, He will appear; He will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hosea 6:1-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3525380675731578505?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3525380675731578505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3525380675731578505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3525380675731578505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3525380675731578505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/ransomed-heart.html' title='ransomed heart'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R9gUKNe0IqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VMuujMZ2Shs/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-3960261444574135007</id><published>2008-03-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:54:07.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first, I'd like to clarify that I am NOT a waiter. No, 2. Previous post was just an "attempt" to write like this girl whom I've lost the link. Gotta ask Ashley for the link again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah Jamie asked me to blog about this video 'if I can'. Of course can, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the reason for this post. But with my measly and paltry readership, I dont think this promo will be very effective. But still if you're in Malaysia,  do drop by...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Let me help you help yourself to come to seek help at HELP...if this is any help...ok lame...help?!? now its double lame...sweatzz (-.-)')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre not in Malaysia, enjoy the video cos its really a piece of genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivGVObWU3BU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivGVObWU3BU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : management is a pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3960261444574135007?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3960261444574135007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3960261444574135007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3960261444574135007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3960261444574135007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-things-first-id-like-to-clarify.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1117814498782673153</id><published>2008-03-07T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:00:46.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hesitated. She is content, absorbed. I'm obviously a stranger. I wonder whether today is or should be the day we meet. Maybe I should be very silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap out of my reverie to find her staring back at me. Too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes cast away at nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to string words. The silence was deafening. It didn't help I'm sleeping the thin dreamy sleep of six in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you have anything to recommend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"erm....yeah, just....this miss.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"our specialty for today....Singapore Mee Soup"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok I'll have that. Thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was raging now. My heart pounding. I quickly took the order. Took a half bow while mumbling incoherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I make it too obvious? Did she get the message? Oh no, does she know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might never know but "Singapore Mee Soup" has the same number of letters as "Paul is missing you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let us join hands and sing kumbaya for this random beyond random post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1117814498782673153?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1117814498782673153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1117814498782673153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1117814498782673153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1117814498782673153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hesitated.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7297328893231983277</id><published>2008-03-06T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:44:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you look back and regret, sometimes you look back and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might very well be the former, but to me its all worthwhile....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174840365066988626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R9C55QErrFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/orStRMos56E/s400/Austria+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7297328893231983277?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7297328893231983277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7297328893231983277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7297328893231983277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7297328893231983277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-you-look-back-and-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R9C55QErrFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/orStRMos56E/s72-c/Austria+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-7586028215253833013</id><published>2008-03-06T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T03:50:07.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not fair</title><content type='html'>Malaysians have always been one to complain. With the resonance of the coming election building up; anticipation,unhappiness, fear of being marginalized and uncertainty has been the common thread running through the vignettes of the mass media - from print to electronic. On one side we have the BN juggernaut steamrolling  its way  past opposition who cannot  even with  partnership with one another come up with 212 seats to compete against the ruthless "efficiency" of BN. Writers of blogs from the revered Raja Petra to the regular Ah Boon in an amazing show of solidarity now sing from the same page - to prevent BN from a 2/3 majority. Indeed, the silent roar of "Unfair, Unfair" reverberates through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Malaysia I cannot agree more, especially after seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8_TvAErrDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MB1_qbjEplA/s1600-h/LAURA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8_TvAErrDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MB1_qbjEplA/s400/LAURA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174587301298940978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Laura Esposto. She is the face of Five's  Football Italiano show. She is a football pundit who presents live coverage of football matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MEAN"while, we Malaysians have to be contented with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8_WGwErrEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nwUJtUsZXMs/s1600-h/Shebby_Singh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8_WGwErrEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nwUJtUsZXMs/s400/Shebby_Singh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174589908344089666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shebby Singh...LMAOLOLROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE GOT FAIR I ASK YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh, i go class first la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7586028215253833013?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7586028215253833013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7586028215253833013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7586028215253833013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7586028215253833013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-fair.html' title='Its not fair'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8_TvAErrDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MB1_qbjEplA/s72-c/LAURA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4523594377649858235</id><published>2008-02-27T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:53:43.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karangan</title><content type='html'>Menemui sahabatku Bob yang kini berada di Petaling Jaya yang serba panas, semoga berada dalam keadaan sihat sejahtera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sebelum kaki mengorak langkah sebelum bibir mengatur bicara selamat sejahtera saya ucapkan. Saya berharap saudara masih tidak melupai saya. Tujuan saya menulis surat ini adalah untuk mengajak saudara datang ke rumah saya pada cuti hujung bulan nanti. Jika saudara telah melupai muka saya, jangan bimbang kerana saya telah meng-attached-kan gambar saya untuk tatapan saudara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Untuk pengetahuan saudara,  dua bulan lalu saya bersama sekumpulan kawan-kawan saya telah berkunjung ke Frankfurt. Frankfurt merupakan sebuah "siti" yang termasyhur untuk wain epalnya dan juga "merah lampu daerahnya". Kita berada di sana selama dua malam dan berasa sangat seronok. Bulan lepas juga kami telah menyambut tahun Baru Cina bersama kawan kawan lain di Holborn. Kita telah menjamu selera dengan masakan 'bot-stim' dan juga 'yee sang'. Alangkah gembiranya kami semasa menyambut perayaan itu walaupun tidak dapat menyambut bersama keluarga tersayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Saya berharap Bob tidak keberatan untuk datang ke bilik saya. Kalau saudari suka , ajaklah keluarga serta kawan-kawan saudari datang bersama-sama. Boleh mereka sama-sama merasai keenakan buah oren di IH. Jangan bimbang kerana saya ada 3 epal dan 3 oren untuk dikongsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Saya berharap saudari bersetuju dan memberitahu saya secepat mungkin. Saya akan menunggu kedatangan saudara itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sampai di sini sahaja yang sempat saya tuliskan. Akhir kata , sambutlah salam mesra daripada saya untuk saudari sekeluarga. Semoga kita dapat bertemu nanti. Sekiranya ada silap atau salah, saya menyusun sepuluh jari memohon maaf. Sememangnya atas sikap saling faham-memahami ini, kita haruslah berganding bahu dan berkerjasama agar merealisasikan visi kudsi Wawasan 2020 yang diikhthiarkan oleh Bapa Pemodenan negara, Dr Mahathir Mohamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian , terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8Yhxi9xsFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/qfb_lFtj45k/s1600-h/wentworth-miller-pb16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8Yhxi9xsFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/qfb_lFtj45k/s400/wentworth-miller-pb16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171858357164814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gambar saya sebagaimana dijanjikan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang benar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My BM seriously give back teacher di. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4523594377649858235?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4523594377649858235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4523594377649858235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4523594377649858235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4523594377649858235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/karangan.html' title='Karangan'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R8Yhxi9xsFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/qfb_lFtj45k/s72-c/wentworth-miller-pb16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5868093081848403806</id><published>2008-02-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:00:41.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad... so to counter-act it ... meet TAN CHONG MING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylkoE67vjRM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylkoE67vjRM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YenLi sure disapprove wan.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i wonder where he brought her too..hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5868093081848403806?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5868093081848403806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5868093081848403806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5868093081848403806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5868093081848403806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2723255762771959228</id><published>2008-02-23T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:35:02.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she super pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2723255762771959228?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2723255762771959228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2723255762771959228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2723255762771959228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2723255762771959228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-super-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7950395116329632731</id><published>2008-02-23T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:35:59.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFVoLz88hiU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(-.-)'''''''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7950395116329632731?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7950395116329632731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7950395116329632731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7950395116329632731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7950395116329632731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-582824413157509432</id><published>2008-02-18T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:03:20.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leon came over the other day with LynEe to spend the night. So half way popek-ing and reminiscing...he was like, "Dude, I have to show you this!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Leon says something like that, summore grinning and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Immediate impression...this guy is up to no good. But this is what he came up with....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168362137821753346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R7m1-y9xsAI/AAAAAAAAAes/q-ezoBLe7p4/s400/In+science+lab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;primary school pictures!!!!! you know I dont have a single picture of us in school or anything apart from the official class pictures. But wah this is like ultimate old school wei. Seeing this pictures made me laugh. There is only 2 of them but it brings back alot of memories. James Chan biting his hankerchief. JinFong and his gold digging. Our secret Standard 4 book of crushes. So many la! lol. Sometimes I regret not going to a chinese school and stuff but looking back....I'll never have regrets. Primary school represented my most care free years and I dont think that I would ever find better friends than the ones I have made during this period of growing up . It's sad that I've lost contact with most of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168362249490903058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R7m2FS9xsBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/RGqmOv_kkUQ/s400/With+pn.Choong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me being myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But yeah,  to all my primary school friends...lets be what we've written in each others autograph books...to be fRi3ndZz 4 eVa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p/s: anyone up for a primary school reunion? ey come to think of it no point me posting this let alone ask. none of primary school friends read my blog also.... :,(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-582824413157509432?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/582824413157509432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=582824413157509432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/582824413157509432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/582824413157509432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R7m1-y9xsAI/AAAAAAAAAes/q-ezoBLe7p4/s72-c/In+science+lab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-6093102301113104541</id><published>2008-02-12T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:55:41.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>1) pray for my 2000 word assignment which accounts for 15 % of my fiinal grade. Thats alot. It is due in less that 2 weeks and I havent started on anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;2) pray for studies where I have been behind since the start of term.&lt;br /&gt;3) pray for Gods guidance on my future. to have the serenity to accept if I do not get any internship that it is His will and in relation, that God will free me from the greed of money.&lt;br /&gt;4) pray for loneliness which I am beginning to feel. not loneliness because I have no girlfriend or all that jazz but loneliness because...i just feel lonely. i dont quite know how to describe it. I think I just miss the comforts of home. :(&lt;br /&gt;5) in relation...pray that God will heal the wounds of losing Yeye. It is exactly this time last year he has gone to be with the Lord and I still miss him...alot.&lt;br /&gt;6) pray that in the midst of all my busyness that I will find time for God. that He will still be the centre of my life. that I will draw close to Him and I will experience Him afresh each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously dont know why so emo..but need prayer. ..Great is His faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever grateful,&lt;br /&gt;paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6093102301113104541?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6093102301113104541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6093102301113104541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6093102301113104541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6093102301113104541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-601040321766633104</id><published>2008-02-11T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:40:07.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things about guys for girls.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : Stolen from Facebook. Even I myself have not read the whole thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than ALOT OF GUYS..you're a HOE) (Also this one, i'll change if people want me to, people have different life styles)&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;3... Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.NEW*&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile when there attracted to them&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he'stoo-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;51. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;52. We don't like girls who are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;53. We love it when girls talk about there ass.&lt;br /&gt;54. Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like wheather it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;br /&gt;55. Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually.&lt;br /&gt;57. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;58. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy sacerfices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-601040321766633104?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/601040321766633104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=601040321766633104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/601040321766633104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/601040321766633104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/60-things-about-guys-for-girls.html' title='60 things about guys for girls.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7925876112665388386</id><published>2008-02-06T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:34:15.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6nhP_sgECI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3DnAIWAoFWk/s1600-h/IMG_0176copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6nhP_sgECI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3DnAIWAoFWk/s400/IMG_0176copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163906112669356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look mum....... I'm levitating!!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Chinese New Year people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7925876112665388386?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7925876112665388386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7925876112665388386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7925876112665388386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7925876112665388386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6nhP_sgECI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3DnAIWAoFWk/s72-c/IMG_0176copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-8671514429558127285</id><published>2008-02-01T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:11:46.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The female brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6Ngu_sgEBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-8mmS6v0Jc4/s1600-h/female+brain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162075958385053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6Ngu_sgEBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-8mmS6v0Jc4/s400/female+brain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8671514429558127285?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8671514429558127285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8671514429558127285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8671514429558127285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8671514429558127285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/02/female-brain.html' title='The female brain?'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R6Ngu_sgEBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-8mmS6v0Jc4/s72-c/female+brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-2487696955084778635</id><published>2008-01-28T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:00:07.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing with a picture and a chatterbox, the blog becomes naked no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2487696955084778635?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2487696955084778635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2487696955084778635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2487696955084778635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2487696955084778635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-amazing-with-picture-and-chatterbox.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3192259238653695360</id><published>2008-01-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:05:16.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I think something somewhere went terribly wrong. But like they say SIMPLICITY... is the way forward, or simplicity is the essence of life....Hahahahaha....er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3192259238653695360?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3192259238653695360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3192259238653695360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3192259238653695360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3192259238653695360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-6971154660156333677</id><published>2008-01-14T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:48:10.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I like what is written in Titus 1:1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change me, change me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6971154660156333677?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6971154660156333677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6971154660156333677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6971154660156333677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6971154660156333677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-like-what-is-written-in-titus-11.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3055612778209255678</id><published>2008-01-14T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T02:11:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>previous post has been deleted due to the pure stupidity of content. for more of similar ?? ? moments check rojaks.blogspot.com to 'spoil your English'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3055612778209255678?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3055612778209255678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3055612778209255678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3055612778209255678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3055612778209255678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/01/previous-post-has-been-deleted-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7296118797865170407</id><published>2008-01-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:53:21.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>are the friends I have for the season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends when times are good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it is convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when behind it lies a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a whisper on the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a fleeting sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we try to find a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that they are nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts revolve and question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bond is kept at bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the known that shall imply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do friends fade? dissappearing just as easy as snow in spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that the question we had one point or another asked ourselves before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly yeah...only a handful will remain till the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are the ones I thank God for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of Jesus my friend forever more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7296118797865170407?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7296118797865170407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7296118797865170407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7296118797865170407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7296118797865170407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2008/01/friend-or-foe.html' title='friend or foe?'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-458059075834655841</id><published>2007-12-11T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:44:39.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="one"&gt;To a Special Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sister is one of the nicest things&lt;br /&gt;that can happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is someone to laugh with and share with,&lt;br /&gt;to work with and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JaZT82MI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VQU4o1myh4o/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JaZT82MI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VQU4o1myh4o/s400/IMG_2426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769279812032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who helps in the rough times&lt;br /&gt;and knows when you need a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who will quietly listen&lt;br /&gt;when you just want to talk for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who inspires me&lt;br /&gt;Making sure that I am all I ought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JP5T82LI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Bi_aNekx-6I/s1600-h/MeLookUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JP5T82LI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Bi_aNekx-6I/s400/MeLookUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769099423406258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JgJT82NI/AAAAAAAAAbs/F9bZgCyxgec/s1600-h/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JgJT82NI/AAAAAAAAAbs/F9bZgCyxgec/s400/IMG_2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769378596280530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  My jie jie is dear to me always,&lt;br /&gt;for she is someone who is always a part&lt;br /&gt;of all the favorite memories&lt;br /&gt;that I'll keep very close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you jie...&lt;br /&gt;congrats on your graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : to all the guys chasing my sis out there, if you dont have two degrees u can go and "sau pei". hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-458059075834655841?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/458059075834655841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=458059075834655841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/458059075834655841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/458059075834655841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-sister.html' title='Dear Sister'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R17JaZT82MI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VQU4o1myh4o/s72-c/IMG_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5375144354416106640</id><published>2007-12-10T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:51:47.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R118P5T82KI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mGChKYcGS5E/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R118P5T82KI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mGChKYcGS5E/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142402962051356834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pjp - the boys i grew up with. though like a tree, our branches grow in different directions....our roots remain as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5375144354416106640?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5375144354416106640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5375144354416106640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5375144354416106640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5375144354416106640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/12/pjp.html' title='PJP'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R118P5T82KI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mGChKYcGS5E/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-1167152372927399425</id><published>2007-12-06T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:01:59.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8aKX1-fw90&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8aKX1-fw90&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is now known as Sin Bandera. All their songs also super kau emo. I like :) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1167152372927399425?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1167152372927399425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1167152372927399425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1167152372927399425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1167152372927399425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1299557495059231867</id><published>2007-12-02T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:00:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More cut and paste.</title><content type='html'>6 truths of life:&lt;br /&gt;1) You cannot touch all of your teeth with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;2) All idiots, after reading thr first truth, try it.&lt;br /&gt;3) The first truth is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;4) You're smiling now cause you are a idiot.&lt;br /&gt;5) Theres still a stupid smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;6) You're thinking....this fella so super kau random!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1299557495059231867?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1299557495059231867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1299557495059231867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1299557495059231867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1299557495059231867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-cut-and-paste.html' title='More cut and paste.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-7243946180424987717</id><published>2007-11-27T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:42:18.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 'UN'interesting facts about myself</title><content type='html'>1. I had my first crush when I was 6. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;If you were in the same class as me in Tadika Seri Wani, her name is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current crush's name is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok actually its not but i just wasted 20 seconds of your life. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am ambidextrous. If you dont know what is that ....click &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ambidextrous"&gt;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ambidextrous&lt;/a&gt; . It even teaches you how to pronounce it. How cool is that. Like a phrase every Tom, Dick and Harry of a blogger says.... "Click it...I know you want to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah I write and use chopsticks with my left hand, everything else with my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a growing suspicion that I am the ONLY (if ashley has applied) human in second year who hasn't applied for any internships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that Ill get something done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Door. I am ambitionless. My ambitions ranged from being Red Ranger to a financial engineer, architect to a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are rich and helpful, please kindly donate to me. Donations of all kind are accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 make you fall in love with me.... If ever I believe my work is doneeeee... .Then I start back at one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit la, I getting sien of myself di....I'm too lazy. Oh that brings me to number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm lazy but can be extremely hardworking until I surprise even myself. But it only happens in spurts. Normally its 2 days max. Or one day. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Im bad in maths and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which gives me a reason to stop here. cos bad in numbers means i can only count to seven. lame lame. Oh btw there's a clubbing event which I am supposed to promote. Its on the 4th of December and its called se7en...hmm, how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was borne out of boredom waiting in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-7243946180424987717?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/7243946180424987717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=7243946180424987717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7243946180424987717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/7243946180424987717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-interesting-facts-about-myself.html' title='10 &apos;UN&apos;interesting facts about myself'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2358045044574032757</id><published>2007-11-26T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:00:13.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A steal ...</title><content type='html'>Over the past two days, I was a lil bit spendthrift and spent upwards of 22 pounds. The 2 lunches added up to 11 pounds. Tidbits amounted to 4 pounds and other miscellanous spending amounted to 7 pounds (laundry etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, I think I walked off with a steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137284530864356290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0tND_RHe8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yBwMbSjeE44/s400/IMG_3132.JPG" border="0" /&gt; scarf + gloves for.... (yeah I know it looks kinda freaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for 1.99!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats the price of a subway sandwich only wei. Plus its black!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know the saying...bring sexy back with black,sexy......uhhh...hehe ok i made that up but this whole post is pointless anyway...hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2358045044574032757?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2358045044574032757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2358045044574032757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2358045044574032757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2358045044574032757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/steal.html' title='A steal ...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0tND_RHe8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yBwMbSjeE44/s72-c/IMG_3132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-8297028429982369375</id><published>2007-11-22T04:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:13:50.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mN-PoetFwUg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mN-PoetFwUg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff' said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8297028429982369375?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8297028429982369375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8297028429982369375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8297028429982369375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8297028429982369375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/dumb-water.html' title='Dumb Water'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2790221936575819790</id><published>2007-11-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:02:36.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Compass</title><content type='html'>Read in the Economist that Proton claimed to have identified a huge gap in the world's car market believing there is demand for an "Islamic" car.  Sounds like a disaster to me but I guess they're pretty accustomed to failure...so no lost there. (remember proton juara ie kereta keranda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, its "Islamic" car will feature a compass to indicate the direction of Mecca, a box in which to store a copy of a Koran and a compartment for scarf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, revolutionary!! Im sure everyone cant wait for the new model to be launched. On another note I was utterly dissapointed with Proton Impian. Its just an extended backside of the Gen-2. Cant they make cars like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0OfofRHe6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/VRX5hCTpOsc/s1600-h/article_8588-img_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0OfofRHe6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/VRX5hCTpOsc/s400/article_8588-img_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135123518069373858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.Wonder if they'll branch out to other religions as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2790221936575819790?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2790221936575819790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2790221936575819790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2790221936575819790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2790221936575819790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-compass.html' title='Lost Compass'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0OfofRHe6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/VRX5hCTpOsc/s72-c/article_8588-img_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4839228361331983184</id><published>2007-11-19T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:24:56.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say you look like....</title><content type='html'>Wikipedia defines a look-alike as a living person who closely resembles another living person. In popular Western culture, a look-alike is a person who bears a close physical resemblance to a celebrity, politician or member of royalty. Many look-alikes earn a living by making guest appearances at public events or performing on television and film, playing the person they resemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HuAPRHe1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0JLyNn7OJmg/s1600-h/800px-Color_makeup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HuAPRHe1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0JLyNn7OJmg/s400/800px-Color_makeup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134646738044812114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Steve Sires&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Gates" title="Bill Gates"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impersonator" title="Impersonator"&gt;impersonator&lt;/a&gt; who lives in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bothell%2C_Washington" title="Bothell, Washington"&gt;Bothell&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington" title="Washington"&gt;Washington&lt;/a&gt;, near &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft" title="Microsoft"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt; headquarters in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redmond%2C_Washington" title="Redmond, Washington"&gt;Redmond&lt;/a&gt;, first came to Microsoft's attention when he attempted to trademark "Microsortof".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably be thinking why would I want to look like Bill Gates. I want to look like Brad Pitt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amazing powers of Google I typed "Brad Pitt look alike"...and presto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HvKPRHe2I/AAAAAAAAAac/WruQXMNVqvQ/s1600-h/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HvKPRHe2I/AAAAAAAAAac/WruQXMNVqvQ/s400/brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134648009355131746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la this one quite bad shape ...but then send him to an indian barber and shave all his hair off, if you want you can even throw in a "kepala pusing" and he'll look like Brad Pitt di....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  I was thinking " Hey all those people got those celebrity look alikes in their blog wan ah...i also wan" (yes my english in my brain is super cheena). So before you can say finance homework due tomorrow, I googled celebrity look alike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/52/75/32/527532_29050367af1474jclq3g91.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got this ....okla I look like a girl. Uhh never mind thats besides the point..               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often people will comment back when I was younger that I'd like look like one of my parents...I'll insert one picture of them when they were 6 years older than me( ie 26) for posterity's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HzEvRHe3I/AAAAAAAAAak/rgvuCdWTQes/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HzEvRHe3I/AAAAAAAAAak/rgvuCdWTQes/s400/IMG_2431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134652312912362354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alike right ....heck even someone else looks like my mum!!! my sisters friend from australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0H0CfRHe4I/AAAAAAAAAas/CKp7Ur7EJMY/s1600-h/Noelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0H0CfRHe4I/AAAAAAAAAas/CKp7Ur7EJMY/s400/Noelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134653373769284482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some serious serious problems with face recognition, its the girl on the right who looks like my mum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that wan was a mini-sidetrack. But hold your breath people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate of ultimate look a likes which got EVEN me stumped is this guy. Ok there used to be this girl who was a lil crazed with me and when I saw that as her display pic (summore so small right)...I freaked out! How on earth!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0H4MPRHe5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5V-rlT3FJFU/s1600-h/24292401044242l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0H4MPRHe5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5V-rlT3FJFU/s400/24292401044242l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134657939319520146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i dont talk to her but when someone has a display pic which looks like you. You just had to talk to the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey,is that me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"surprised??!hehe...u guess le" ( a lot of weird act cute emoticons were inserted here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"hehe , he's my friend from school...everyone also say look like you ^.^ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was just an excerpt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shellshocked i just closed the conversation not too long after but I really wanted to meet that guy..Ok he's a lot more lengchai but thats the closest person I've looked alike for a while( summore at that time I had a "ham sap" middle parting).  In school it'll be like "Ey, Paul..you look like my Edusmart physics teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BAD SHAPE WAN!! -.- Physics teacher?? summore have to say Edusmart .......just kill me la ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway this post came to birth when I was stalking people on friendster and I discovered that.... he's actually from Phillipines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/26554125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shoutbox was like.."hi... im aldrin adams.. add nyo naman aq.. mbait po aqng person... ehehe.. frends tau huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she go some Filipino school then its ok. But this link to his friendster more than confirms that he IS from Phillipines, and its highly unlikely he's going to study in a Jinjang chinese school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can exhale now, and be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Btw if you look at his other pics he doesnt look like me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok finance hw beckons . bye my 5 readers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4839228361331983184?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4839228361331983184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4839228361331983184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4839228361331983184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4839228361331983184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-say-you-look-like.html' title='Did you say you look like....'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/R0HuAPRHe1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0JLyNn7OJmg/s72-c/800px-Color_makeup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-8466294814697302497</id><published>2007-11-18T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:21:36.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 words women use</title><content type='html'>Ctr-C and V-ed from an email I received...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 WORDS WOMEN USE   &lt;br /&gt;·   (1)  Fine:    This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.   &lt;br /&gt;·   (2)  Five Minutes:    If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.  Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.   &lt;br /&gt;·   (3)  Nothing:   This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.   &lt;br /&gt;·   (4)  Go Ahead:   This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!   &lt;br /&gt;·    (5)  Loud Sigh:   This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #   3 for the meaning of nothing.) &lt;br /&gt;·   (6)  That's Okay:  This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.   &lt;br /&gt;·   (7)  Thanks:   A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.   &lt;br /&gt;·   (8)  Whatever:   Is a women's way of saying F@!K YOU! &lt;br /&gt;·   (9)  Don't worry about it, I got it:    Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself.  This will later result in a man asking  "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #   3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8466294814697302497?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8466294814697302497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8466294814697302497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8466294814697302497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8466294814697302497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/9-words-women-use.html' title='9 words women use'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2484350879148749104</id><published>2007-11-15T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:47:04.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth setting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rzw_n_RHe0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/bhxio1Sj5a4/s1600-h/jaxa_389711a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rzw_n_RHe0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/bhxio1Sj5a4/s400/jaxa_389711a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133047631526198082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPAN'S space agency has released out of this world high-definition images of the Earth rising and setting over the moon's horizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunning pictures show the bright blue Earth floating in pitch-dark space with the grey rocky surface of the moon in the foreground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from TheSun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2484350879148749104?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2484350879148749104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2484350879148749104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2484350879148749104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2484350879148749104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/earth-setting.html' title='Earth setting'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rzw_n_RHe0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/bhxio1Sj5a4/s72-c/jaxa_389711a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-4293486836886079585</id><published>2007-11-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:51:57.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzirgFgGrqY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzirgFgGrqY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yens : Uhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Aiyah&lt;br /&gt;Yens : All just go straight in right?? &lt;br /&gt;Ashley: *murmur* mfweufhwf too shallow ashjfewjh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-4293486836886079585?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/4293486836886079585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=4293486836886079585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4293486836886079585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/4293486836886079585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/skipping-stones.html' title='Skipping Stones'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-6522970837786597475</id><published>2007-11-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:25:09.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyrrhic Victory.</title><content type='html'>What is pyrrhic? Never in my life have I had so little self confidence in myself. With people applying for internships left, right and centre I find myself being one of the ONLY people who has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to draft a CV &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a cover letter let alone even submit my application. My predicament is not helped when I have assignments to do and find myself distracted by the most trivial of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for lunch today with a good friend of mine..Sab. And I'm glad that we met up for lunch and thats not because of the hundreds of stories she churns out (though partly). Its because our conversations have led me to think more about someone which I have very much neglected all this time....myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I am such a pessimist. Always looking at the glass half empty rather than half full. Instead of looking for solutions or ways to succeed I rather look at why I cannot achieve it. Its like I look at myself in the mirror and I see some one who is devoid of confidence. Behind the loud voice lies a spirit which is always giving...probably too giving, timid. A gentle spirit which has and will be exploited. Always prefering the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today its invigorating to note that I've discovered that there is nothing to be pessimistic about. Nothing to be afraid of. If God is for us who can be against us? When I look back at my achievements, I see God's hand in all of them...and by His sufficient grace I have been blessed. If it means joining trading or investment banking where its supposedly difficult to get into, I should not fear as long as I work hard for it. I guess for so long a time I have lived under this blanket of contentment. Not wanting to get out of my comfort zone. Not trying to maximise my potential. With God's grace I will change for I know nothing good comes easy in life. A victory that comes at a great cost to the victor....thats pyrrhic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzoVTMu8raI/AAAAAAAAAaE/s39WozXympg/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132438144921939362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzoVTMu8raI/AAAAAAAAAaE/s39WozXympg/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks sab!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6522970837786597475?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6522970837786597475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6522970837786597475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6522970837786597475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6522970837786597475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/pyrrhic-victory.html' title='Pyrrhic Victory.'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzoVTMu8raI/AAAAAAAAAaE/s39WozXympg/s72-c/IMG_2968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5666474059852771486</id><published>2007-11-13T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:29:46.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember watching this at prisc's house. My favourite standard something song as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5666474059852771486?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5666474059852771486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5666474059852771486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5666474059852771486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5666474059852771486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-828490230555621299</id><published>2007-11-10T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:36:51.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life 2 weeks ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWJQ8u8rYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0YMIBHvrh4M/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131158274732502402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWJQ8u8rYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0YMIBHvrh4M/s400/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWI_su8rXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0gQSquP4aic/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131157978379758962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWI_su8rXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0gQSquP4aic/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espionage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWJisu8rZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4mJ7sYgvBUo/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131158579675180434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWJisu8rZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4mJ7sYgvBUo/s400/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and JC's visit from Sheffield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-828490230555621299?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/828490230555621299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=828490230555621299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/828490230555621299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/828490230555621299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-week-in-pictures.html' title='My life 2 weeks ago...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/RzWJQ8u8rYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0YMIBHvrh4M/s72-c/IMG_3000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-5438591986760909563</id><published>2007-10-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:43:17.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm,Wenger knows best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5vaVJz8gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dT1NRRj455o/s1600-h/TH_Emirates_Canvas_High.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124655924139782658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5vaVJz8gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dT1NRRj455o/s400/TH_Emirates_Canvas_High.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5vIFJz8fI/AAAAAAAAAZA/e0Nbb3HXYPg/s1600-h/1ljungbergL_250x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewind back to just over 2 months ago, and its easy why every Arsenal fan were beginning to question Mr. Wenger's sanity. Selling the record goal scoring talismanic striker who embodies Arsenal was certainly mind numbing. Its seriously a wtf moment. Yes, what the fish,fork,fake,fold,fond,face...ok you get my point? Regardless whether it was char kuay teow, nasi lemak, Jacob's biscuits or plain oats that I was eating that day, I sure felt like puking it out&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....(although I didnt because it went through the other way. Yah that way. OK THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the joke which was soon unravelling into a nightmare all I could do was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds like a break up ey? I mean what could I do? Cry? No, Arsenal fans are like Spartans with brains. Brave, courageous, thoughtful. (unlike *cough*cough) In fulfillment of the last criteria of being erm...thoughtful, I thought "Hmmm, Wenger knows best.." I was merely half consoling myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your finger still on the imaginary rewind button, I'd like you to fast forward just a bit. Now is the turn of the iconic man-who-was-selling-more-CK-underwears-than-the-millions-of-Facebook-applications-which-is-turning-it-into-lala-Frienster-which-is-not-related-to-this-post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5viVJz8hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BUkTGG-H-wY/s1600-h/1ljungbergL_250x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124656061578736146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5viVJz8hI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BUkTGG-H-wY/s400/1ljungbergL_250x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie "I'm too sexy for my shirt" Ljunberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick show of hands please, how many of you girls think he's hot? I'm stressing girls here. Ok it doesn't matter cause I can't see them anyways. But before you girls get all dribbly and start short circuiting your computers, let me ask all of you a question. How is it possible that Arsenal could even &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; of selling him? Give him anything from toilet bowls to ball point pens, his pure merchandising ability could help pay for another new 17 year old wonderkid from Kharhakova.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hmmm, Wenger knows best"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to a little over 4 weeks. Season is about to start. It's all doom and gloom at Arsenal. Every signing that Arsene Wenger was making was getting ridiculously younger. 17 year olds Havard Nordveit and Giles Sunu as examples. Well he did sign Eduardo and a hairistically challenged player aka Bacary Sagna but that's just two. I'll post a picture of him for posterity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5zJ1Jz8iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nE-dw_goaBY/s1600-h/_43995286_arsenal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124660038718452258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5zJ1Jz8iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nE-dw_goaBY/s400/_43995286_arsenal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gunakan shampu saya setiap hari untuk mendapat rambut berupa "mop"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbelievable! How to play like that? MU sign like 50 million pounds worth of potential in Anderson, Nani and Hargreaves. Liverpool in Torres, Babel, Voronin. Chelsea were doing some bargain hunting with Ben Haim,Sidwell and Malouda for 14. While Arsenal were just being kam siap and selling their best players for never hear before players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE LIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok thats two but liao isn't exactly a word. haha, dont try to catch me there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now 3 hours before I typed this I read this off Skysports ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If the beautiful game is best defined by Brazil's luminaries of 1970 the current Arsenal crop are arguably the closest to a modern equivalent; and Slavia Prague will testify to such a theory after being on the end of a 7-0 thumping at the Emirates Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;From the first to the last Arsene Wenger's side were imperious. At the hub, as ever, was the general Cesc Fabregas and aided by his chief lieutenants Theo Walcott and Alexander Hleb, Arsenal conjured a brand of football that was as atheistically appealing as any being played in European football. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arsenal are quite simply playing their best football in a while. With 12 consecutive victories in all competitions, Arsenal are on their best run of form since their `Invincible' season of 2003/2004 - and fast closing on an overall club record of 14 in a row set some 20 seasons ago. Another "season in transition" ? I doubt so. I know now that I can kick back, relax and think to myself that at the end of the day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Hmmmm, Wenger knows best"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx53gFJz8jI/AAAAAAAAAZg/erEztle1hLc/s1600-h/wenger_1_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124664819017052722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx53gFJz8jI/AAAAAAAAAZg/erEztle1hLc/s400/wenger_1_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading and goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-5438591986760909563?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/5438591986760909563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=5438591986760909563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5438591986760909563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/5438591986760909563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmmwenger-knows-best.html' title='Hmmm,Wenger knows best'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rx5vaVJz8gI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dT1NRRj455o/s72-c/TH_Emirates_Canvas_High.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-8165116738534857686</id><published>2007-10-20T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:18:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm5RLGkzVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/T48v2ou0BGE/s1600-h/pjun283t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm5DLGkzUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hA4AQqZBrz4/s1600-h/pjun283t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm4-bGkzTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4fYpXP9s9uo/s1600-h/bbon90l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123329433677385010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm4-bGkzTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4fYpXP9s9uo/s320/bbon90l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm46rGkzSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aGiVl146Im4/s1600-h/amc0791l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123329369252875554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/Rxm46rGkzSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/aGiVl146Im4/s320/amc0791l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a feeling this blog is turning into a comic strip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8165116738534857686?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8165116738534857686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8165116738534857686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8165116738534857686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8165116738534857686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/10/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RxM1bbGkzQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PG31E31XVi0/s1600-h/sesamesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121495946498460930" style="WIDTH: 633px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" height="235" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RxM1bbGkzQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PG31E31XVi0/s320/sesamesmall.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.stevetastic.com/POST/sesamesmall.jpg"&gt;http://www.stevetastic.com/POST/sesamesmall.jpg&lt;/a&gt; for the clearer pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8211742499934763470?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8211742499934763470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-3137633014280265291</id><published>2007-10-15T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:39:05.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How you live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You *testify* by the friends you seek,&lt;br /&gt;By the very manner in which you speak,&lt;br /&gt;By the way you employ your leisure time,&lt;br /&gt;By the way you make use of dollar and dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You *testify* by the things you wear,&lt;br /&gt;By the spirit in which you burdens bear,&lt;br /&gt;By the kind of things at which you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;By the music you play on your phonograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You *testify* by the way you walk,&lt;br /&gt;By the things of which you delight to talk,&lt;br /&gt;By the manner in which you speak to a foe,&lt;br /&gt;By the books you read, and the places you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For none will take heed of the Gospel you give,&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't reflected in how you LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Anonymous-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3137633014280265291?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3137633014280265291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3137633014280265291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3137633014280265291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3137633014280265291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-you-live.html' title='How you live...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-6255276616805278801</id><published>2007-08-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:04:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBS1ZZ4NXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/P6uKuHseqkk/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102669455116744050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBS1ZZ4NXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/P6uKuHseqkk/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBQtpZ4NWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NEQPy6Moi4g/s1600-h/IMG_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102667122949502306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBQtpZ4NWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NEQPy6Moi4g/s320/IMG_2745.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBQAZZ4NVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XiMUpDlsxjc/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102666345560421714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBQAZZ4NVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XiMUpDlsxjc/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like i said.....was.    :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-6255276616805278801?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/6255276616805278801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=6255276616805278801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6255276616805278801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/6255276616805278801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-here.html' title='I was here'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/RtBS1ZZ4NXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/P6uKuHseqkk/s72-c/IMG_2775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-2262202645997916077</id><published>2007-06-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:53:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kleenex moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/647208/amazing_six_year_old_singer.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/647208/amazing_six_year_old_singer/"&gt;Amazing SIX-Year-Old Singer&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;More amazing video clips are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauntingly beautiful, absolutely cute. ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2262202645997916077?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2262202645997916077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2262202645997916077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2262202645997916077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2262202645997916077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/06/kleenex-moment.html' title='Kleenex moment'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3167717061347302355</id><published>2007-06-10T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:54:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Have done some serious packing today. Now my room is finally as empty as my Econs Section B. Lol. It's like I dont even have slippers, bed sheets and computer as I have packed all of them away. After packing we went to deliver the stuff to Terence's place. While packing couldn't help thinking of all the memories I had in first year. Right now, cant stop thinking of home. 2 days...just 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3167717061347302355?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3167717061347302355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3167717061347302355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3167717061347302355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3167717061347302355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-3908824295189389971</id><published>2007-06-07T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:22:30.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking news!</title><content type='html'>I saw a mosquito for the first time in London!!! either its sesated or my eyes spoil already. Ok damn random but I lazy to blog long long :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-3908824295189389971?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/3908824295189389971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=3908824295189389971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3908824295189389971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/3908824295189389971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/06/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking news!'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2202539261271759468</id><published>2007-05-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:29:55.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>I tampered with my template and now from an Ah Pek skin , I now have what I call a motivational-I-will-survive-banner-and-emo-until-its-just-weird blog header.lol.Aiyah dont care la. Not like anyone reads my blog anyway.Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm not "drank in sorrows" and do not have the mental capabilities to come out with these philosophical and thought provoking statements.Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2202539261271759468?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2202539261271759468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2202539261271759468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2202539261271759468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2202539261271759468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-8322264967638315300</id><published>2007-05-24T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:01:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick A$$ song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skz4TptWBRQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shalll weeeeee liquiiiiifyyyy. Super nice right this song. Never mind the video is a bit paedo-ish and makes no sense. This song is the perfect song to wake up to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-8322264967638315300?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/8322264967638315300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=8322264967638315300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8322264967638315300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/8322264967638315300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/05/kick-song.html' title='Kick A$$ song'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-1375723337849842821</id><published>2007-05-23T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:29:27.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molten Lava Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RlSyLdEzBGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ODBUY7cI_g8/s1600-h/Lava+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067871390551704674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-ingZk97Ak/RlSyLdEzBGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ODBUY7cI_g8/s320/Lava%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 (1-ounce) squares bittersweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 (1-ounce) squares semisweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;10 tablespoons (1 1/4 stick) butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease 6 (6-ounce) Ramekins or custard cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the chocolates and butter in the microwave, or in a double boiler. Add the flour and sugar to chocolate mixture. Stir in the eggs and yolks until smooth. Stir in the vanilla. Divide the batter evenly among the custard cups. Place in the oven and bake for 14 minutes. The edges should be firm but the center will be runny. Run a knife around the edges to loosen and invert onto dessert plates. Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Add a mint leaf for garnish if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, allow Paul to tax some of the end product :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-1375723337849842821?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/1375723337849842821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=1375723337849842821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1375723337849842821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/1375723337849842821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/05/molten-lava-cakes.html' title='Molten Lava Cakes'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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/_5-ingZk97Ak/RlSyLdEzBGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ODBUY7cI_g8/s72-c/Lava%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34435946.post-9102318201448453227</id><published>2007-04-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:25:11.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid's arrow</title><content type='html'>People say that if you are struck by Cupid's Arrow you will fall in love with the first thing that you see.  See what these second graders( 7-9 years old) thought would happen if they were hit with an arrow from Cupid's Bow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in early spring I got shot by a Cupid arrow. A  very beautiful young girl named Catlin got shot too. We were the first people we saw. We both fell in love. We had private dates. Then we got married. We had the best life together.  &lt;br /&gt;by Michael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day cupid shot me with an arrow. I immediately fell in love with a pencil! Everyday I brought the pencil to school. I slept with it, I ate dinner with it, and I wrote with it. Every time it got smaller and smaller. It went down one centimeter each day until it was gone. I cried and cried until cupid shot me with another arrow. I fell in love with another pencil! &lt;br /&gt;by Thad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poor guy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night when I was sleeping, cupid shot me with an arrow. The next mornining when I woke up I fell in love with my favorite doll Kirsten! I acted very very nice to her for a very long time. I did everything with Kirsten. When Cupid shot me with another arrow I was back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;by Madeline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poor girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow.  I fell in love with my Teddy Bear. I acted a little funny at first. But then after a while I got back to being my normal self. Then I took my Teddy Bear to the park. We sat and hugged on a bench together.  It was funny. After that we went home and danced to music. Then me and my Teddy Bear went to sleep. We lived happily ever after together. &lt;br /&gt;by Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wah cute until can die)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I instantly fell in love with my fish.  The fish was in my room.  Every day I tried to put my head in the fish tank. Every day that I did that, I was late for school. &lt;br /&gt;by Nick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a fish??? man .... i wonder what this guy has been up to )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I instantly fell in love with my dog. I acted like I could not eat or go to bed.  I slept with my dog. The next day I got shot by another Cupid and I immediately fell in love with my blanket. I had to sleep with it. I got all wrapped up in it and slept in it a lot! &lt;br /&gt;by Blake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I immediately fell in love with a girl in my class. I kissed her. I adored her. I felt serious, very serious! &lt;br /&gt;by Jordan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7 years old and he's getting serious???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I immediately fell in love with my light collection. I just stared at them. My mom came up, but I just stared. I missed school.What happened?  I was cured! &lt;br /&gt;by Nick F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ond day Cupid shot me with an arrow. I fell in love with my dad because he lives with me and he takes good care of me. I felt silly, but I followed him everywhere. Dad said what is wrong with you and I said nothing.  We hugged all day. &lt;br /&gt;by Victoria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awwwwwwww)&lt;br /&gt;One day I got shot by Cupid's arrow. I immediately fell in love with a girl in my class! I acted really funny. I kissed her a lot. I adored her. I was 18 years old when this happened. &lt;br /&gt;by Ryan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 18 and still believing in Cupid ey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with his arrow. I immediately fell in love with a dog and the dog loved me back. The dog was very nice to me, but nothing happened.  I told the dog that I will take you home. I took the dog home and he became my friend. I played with her a lot. &lt;br /&gt;by Christine &lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow and I immediately fell in love with Cupid because he was the first thing I saw. But when he shot me with another arrow I immediately fell in love with an elephant because it was the first thing I saw.  Then the elephant saw a Cupid flying above and the elephant quickly grabbed the arrow and shot me with it.  &lt;br /&gt;by Parker &lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me with an arrow and I immediately fell in love with my boyfriend. I saw him look at me and then the Cupid shot my boyfriend with an arrow and he immediately fell in love with me. We were happy together. We fell in love with our kids and they fell in love with us. Our whole family fell in love together and we all kissed and hugged together. &lt;br /&gt;by Rosie &lt;br /&gt;One day a cupid shot me with an arrow.  I immediately fell in love with a dog and a cat and my brother and my daddy. I acted real good. I followed them everywhere. We all sat down and had tea. &lt;br /&gt;by September &lt;br /&gt;One day Cupid shot me in Lake Michigan.  I immediately fell in love with tons of fish. I acted like the tons of fish. Everyone stared at me like I was an idiot. I finally jumped and the Cupid shot a divorce arrow and I never fell in love ever again! &lt;br /&gt;by Rolands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(divorce arrow???? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-9102318201448453227?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/9102318201448453227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=9102318201448453227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/9102318201448453227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/9102318201448453227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/04/cupids-arrow.html' title='Cupid&apos;s arrow'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-9220418590219397160</id><published>2007-04-18T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:50:05.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So SIEN</title><content type='html'>Was looking at random people's myspaces...when i found the popular-like-crazy-until US-also-got-kawan ashley chan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an excerpt from the page....&lt;br /&gt;( you can skip the 1st and the last one...not impt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heather MacGregs&lt;br /&gt;Heather is quite possibly the most encouraging person I have ever met. She is so good at making people feel comfortable and gives the best hugs! Heather also has a killer voice. The thing I love the most about Heather I think is how she just is who she is. I can't really explain it. But there is something really refreshing about someone just being who they are and feeling how they feel and being totally ok with that!&lt;br /&gt;Heather is dating an awesome God fearing guy and I've seen through her examples what it means to be real with a guy you like and to not try to impress or hide from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ashley Chan&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is a very wise lady. She is very observant and never stops asking people questions to help them help themselves in recognizing things about themselves and their relationship with the Lord. What I love most about Ashley is her heart to just be a vessel for God.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is engaged to an awesome God fearing guy and she has shown me what it means to have your hands open with God's blessings and to trust God in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is hilarious. She is fun and has the exact same humour as me. I really appreciate Vanessa's style, honesty and sponglike heart towards being a leader and growing closer to God. What I love most about Vanessa is her willingness to just go wherever God calls her. I'm so glad she's here in Guelph and will be next year!!&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is married to an awesome God fearing guy, she has given me hope that you can be a Godly woman who is silly and still be attractive to a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to you to decide whether its the same Ashley Chan, but sounds quite like her&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;.(HAHAHAHAHAA..L.O.L, LMAO)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;only thing is someone's engaged and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shared with a soul ey....no wonder reading the HTB book all. Someone's "preparing"...so to ashley chan...here's to lots of little ashley's and little awesome God fearing guys?? And make sure when your kids grow up you dont send them to LSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are just around the corner and I need prayers, divine intervention, blessings &lt;em&gt;)(and hmm while you're at it.. you can give me money alsola heh :) no?? but dont want all the bomoh bomoh all) &lt;/em&gt;for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam timetable :&lt;br /&gt;14th May 2007-Accounts&lt;br /&gt;16th- Maths&lt;br /&gt;18th- Econs&lt;br /&gt;21- Stats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while you're praying for me (if you do) please pray for my friends also....Hahahaa (not stretching it too far i hope :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted to say toodles but it just sounds so gay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I googled "yen li" on blogs and this is what it came out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/blogsearch?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=%22yen+li%22&amp;btnG=Search+Blogs"&gt;http://www.google.co.uk/blogsearch?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%22yen+li%22&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dont need to go far just read the top title) :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think i overdid the brackets :S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-9220418590219397160?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/9220418590219397160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=9220418590219397160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/9220418590219397160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/9220418590219397160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-sien.html' title='So SIEN'/><author><name>paulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12900496979019914725</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-34435946.post-2601704449104439750</id><published>2007-04-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:09:35.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was taking a break from my revision and stumbled upon this interesting site.....found it to be quite true! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovecalculator.be/quiz/en/1686900/free"&gt;http://www.lovecalculator.be/quiz/en/1686900/free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;paul g&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34435946-2601704449104439750?l=gaulp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaulp.blogspot.com/feeds/2601704449104439750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34435946&amp;postID=2601704449104439750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34435946/posts/default/2601704449104439750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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