<?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-4243177539569530841</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:33:36.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SOME SMALL WAY</title><subtitle type='html'>NEW DAY * NEW LIFE * NEW HOPE * NEW BEGINING</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eRnest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624884358545239038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sa_qN8ZCpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tEAZ4R4KQhs/S220/201443.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243177539569530841.post-3421328590378379540</id><published>2010-03-21T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:17:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/S6ZqU-itZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntoDdYeX18c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/S6ZqU-itZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntoDdYeX18c/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451161307597072290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ernest/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;what can i do for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;how my future is looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to be freedom..&lt;br /&gt;i like to be a person who can follow his dreams..&lt;br /&gt;can do what he wants to do..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be myself.. can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4243177539569530841-3421328590378379540?l=ernestang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/feeds/3421328590378379540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/3421328590378379540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/3421328590378379540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>eRnest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624884358545239038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sa_qN8ZCpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tEAZ4R4KQhs/S220/201443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/S6ZqU-itZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntoDdYeX18c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243177539569530841.post-2708974826070942078</id><published>2009-04-09T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:04:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd47BgF-HCI/AAAAAAAAADw/dVMKIOfS1Ks/s1600-h/Dark%2520Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322756706579389474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd47BgF-HCI/AAAAAAAAADw/dVMKIOfS1Ks/s320/Dark%2520Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unbelievable night for me&lt;br /&gt;Such a horrible... horrible night ever&lt;br /&gt;I hope I was not there on that night...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I was still in my sweet dream...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am not the one who seen it...&lt;br /&gt;But... Unfortunately... something’s really happened out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Two days ago, I heard the sounds that I’ve never heard before&lt;br /&gt;I seen something that I’ve never seen before&lt;br /&gt;And I never have this kind of feeling before&lt;br /&gt;It’s really my very 1st time&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it would be the last time in my life&lt;br /&gt;It was a scary night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322755111846898994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd45krQHbTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ax7KNBfq-Lg/s200/upset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was sleeping at that time&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard someone screaming and crying outside my window&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t bother about it actually&lt;br /&gt;But that guy kept shouting and shouting&lt;br /&gt;He began to make weird sound&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be weirder&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard he said ‘Are You OK?’ &lt;he&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, I knew something's going to be happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was going nearer my window and looking up the building without spectacles&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing but I still hearing that guy shouting&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to take my specs&lt;br /&gt;‘OH MY GOD’ I was so shocked&lt;br /&gt;I saw a dead body on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at his/her (the dead person) friend was trying to pull his leg and move his/her body&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck at that time without saying any words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After I seen it, I don’t know why I can’t breathe suddenly&lt;br /&gt;It’s very difficult for me to inhale and exhale&lt;br /&gt;I think is because something happened unexpectedly to me&lt;br /&gt;That guy going to be mad and he seems like losing control&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried about him actually&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly he ran into the car park and I heard a very loud ‘BOM’ sound&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people and the security guard was running forward to see what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long time he didn’t come out&lt;br /&gt;And I thought... he was going to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322756910197658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd47NWoWVFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uTNJIpJMqqc/s200/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time’s getting longer; the police and the ambulance still haven’t reached yet&lt;br /&gt;After they reached, I saw them take out a black cloth/plastic something like that&lt;br /&gt;And they just put it on the top of the dead body&lt;br /&gt;And I knew what happened to that person&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad on that time&lt;br /&gt;It’s very difficult for me to describe the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I’m still remember every single thing very clearly included the movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When the sky turning into dark&lt;br /&gt;Automatically I became very nervy&lt;br /&gt;And is my 1st time sleep without switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me go and sees my school counsellor and tells her about it&lt;br /&gt;But... I don’t know what can I talk to her&lt;br /&gt;Just let the time passing&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s gonna be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758033603723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd48OvpOgUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Hj3BhbT_EIM/s320/3346736965_5987722131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wish everyone that I know and don’t know could treasure the people who are still with you&lt;br /&gt;And stay in the pink of health&lt;br /&gt;If not you’ll regret for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Because that is extremely valuable to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always remember what happened on that day- 8 April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4243177539569530841-2708974826070942078?l=ernestang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/feeds/2708974826070942078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare_09.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/2708974826070942078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/2708974826070942078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare_09.html' title='NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>eRnest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624884358545239038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sa_qN8ZCpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tEAZ4R4KQhs/S220/201443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sd47BgF-HCI/AAAAAAAAADw/dVMKIOfS1Ks/s72-c/Dark%2520Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243177539569530841.post-2915328197165358583</id><published>2009-03-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:38:29.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥LOVE♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317439249326782450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SctW0wLXt_I/AAAAAAAAABY/cyWxI2ILn5c/s400/fading-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things change everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As a human being, we changed&lt;br /&gt;Times getting more rapidly&lt;br /&gt;People who are surrounding us and close to us are actually changed&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why we can’t be the same person as last time?&lt;br /&gt;Is this call humanizer?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not dare to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because people who are surrounding me... they changed&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are became mature&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’m happy to those guy because they’re updated themselves into a fresh man&lt;br /&gt;But, still got few of them are really make me disappointed a lot&lt;br /&gt;Sad of course&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes, when I was free&lt;br /&gt;I just close myself into my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and switch off the light to make it dark, and...&lt;br /&gt;Try to make the whole environment as quiet as I can&lt;br /&gt;and turn on the music or love songs with low volume, and&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and started to reflect back the time when I was in kinder garden until primary to high school&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy that I could have you guys to accompany me until today&lt;br /&gt;If not, my childhood won’t be as colourful as right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For me it’s quite important for everyone to have this kind of childhood- colourful&lt;br /&gt;I’m so depressed actually&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t remember my kinder garden’s friends&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I still remember one of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;He’s call Soo You Tong (sounds same but the spelling different-sorry)&lt;br /&gt;More than 13 years we didn’t meet each other&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know he still remember me or not&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not daring to think about it also&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one day we can meet up each other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’ve to tell you guys that when I was in primary school I was a big liar&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha... such a long story (just skip it)&lt;br /&gt;High school change me a lot&lt;br /&gt;And I got lots of peers&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in these 6 years&lt;br /&gt;Our life is actually just like a string&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just the started point for us to learn how to be a right man and honest person&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, cry, happy, sad, argue, share, worries...&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me to describe the feeling&lt;br /&gt;It will always in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love my peers very much&lt;br /&gt;But now... most of them changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to use another way to think of them&lt;br /&gt;But, still can’t&lt;br /&gt;Some of them became so rude and... hot tempered&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know is it this is a right way to change till like this or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I went to KL study&lt;br /&gt;I started to think a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know is it a good thing for me to do so or not&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve to think of it (no choice)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are getting older and older&lt;br /&gt;Many things came to meet our mind suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just a simple question that made me feels so shy to do it&lt;br /&gt;That is kiss our both parents and grandparents&lt;br /&gt;For me it is quite hard to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve to try it out&lt;br /&gt;If not, I’ll regret one day, maybe the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Because currently time is not enough for me actually&lt;br /&gt;Cause life is just like a candle&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know when they (the person who we loved) left us&lt;br /&gt;And what can I do now...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and wish I could do it well&lt;br /&gt;And work hard for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SctcMzk4vXI/AAAAAAAAABw/JZvYGBNgDR4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317445160114109810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SctcMzk4vXI/AAAAAAAAABw/JZvYGBNgDR4/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="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="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="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;♥ For my family – I’ll always love you wherever you go. As your son, grandson, brother... no matter where you/I go, my heart, my soul are belong to you, love you, forever love ♥&lt;br /&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;♥ For the people who I loved – thanks for giving me the happiness, sadness, thought, worries... through out these years, if not, my life won’t be as colourful as rainbow. If I hurt you before, now it’s time for to apologize from the bottom of my heart- sorry . Love ya ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just keep sending lots of love especially, light and blessings to the people who you loved&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time with them&lt;br /&gt;Stay protected,&lt;br /&gt;One Year, One Heart, One Blood, One Love&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4243177539569530841-2915328197165358583?l=ernestang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/feeds/2915328197165358583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/2915328197165358583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/2915328197165358583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='♥♥♥LOVE♥♥♥'/><author><name>eRnest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624884358545239038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sa_qN8ZCpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tEAZ4R4KQhs/S220/201443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SctW0wLXt_I/AAAAAAAAABY/cyWxI2ILn5c/s72-c/fading-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4243177539569530841.post-626488461733534892</id><published>2009-03-05T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:44:09.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRUE FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SbCf8gmoHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ddFOEVAy-GI/s1600-h/TF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309919822562729394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SbCf8gmoHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ddFOEVAy-GI/s320/TF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you guys know what does ‘&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A True Friendship&lt;/span&gt;’ means?&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know what should a true friend do to his/her friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a true friendship essential in our life?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a true friend similar to best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody say that a true friendship is just helping each other when they are needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people might think a true friend should not hurt each other while having a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Some might think that is weird to tell someone about the truth&lt;br /&gt;Some might think that we should always lend our hands to them...&lt;br /&gt;Or compromise them all the time no matter the person is willing or not&lt;br /&gt;And some might think we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t tell them our secrets at all&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys be of the same mind with those people?&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, this is my first blog&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; really no idea of what to write and how to begin it in the right way&lt;br /&gt;About ‘A True Friendship’, I experienced before&lt;br /&gt;This is why I started my first blog&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share with you guys and hear from you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A true friend is always hard to find- that’s true&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a kind of ‘‘Miracle’’&lt;br /&gt;We need them sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Less fight, less anger are quite essential&lt;br /&gt;The most essential things were telling them the truth&lt;br /&gt;Have your true friend done it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my opinion, the ‘truth’ is just like an improvement&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad it is, it helps&lt;br /&gt;Some people might angry their friends is because they thought that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t happened among friends&lt;br /&gt;Because it may hurt&lt;br /&gt;Let’s try to think in another way&lt;br /&gt;If they tell you as the crow flies, is it a better way before others knew it?&lt;br /&gt;If they do so, is it better than they’re &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Double Faces)&lt;/span&gt; saying you back things?&lt;br /&gt;If they done it to you, are they a super duper wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For me, is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;We should thank those guys who are giving us the bad comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; trying to correct us and to let us know more about us&lt;br /&gt;Because we can’t see the real image of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Even I, myself, also can’t see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we really need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have your friend correct you on every occasion you are in the wrong position?&lt;br /&gt;Have your friend pull you up when you are in the wrong situation?&lt;br /&gt;Just continuing asking yourself questions as much as you can&lt;br /&gt;‘Double Faces’ is one of the points that I mentioned just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; friend and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; friend are actually just a name to describe a friend&lt;br /&gt;But for me it is not important at all to name it as ‘Best’ and ‘Good’&lt;br /&gt;For me, ‘&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt;’ is always important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not too long ago, I read an article called ‘How Many True Friend You Have?’&lt;br /&gt;I agreed with one sentence ‘In this world, none of us can find more than six true friends’&lt;br /&gt;It’s true&lt;br /&gt;Can you count on it now?&lt;br /&gt;How many friends that really telling you the truths from the bottom of their heart?&lt;br /&gt;And how many people that you are telling them the truths?&lt;br /&gt;For me, I just got only two friends that always point me and correct me&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; to thank them with not treated me as ‘FAKE’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A true friend is not necessary to have a lot&lt;br /&gt;If you guys got a lot of peers, but they’re invented to you, is it fine?&lt;br /&gt;So can you tell me how many peers of you are true (to you)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course what I've been written here could be right and could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can judge me anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;No one can say that is right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;It just depends on the situations&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309923649543709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SbCjbRN_ocI/AAAAAAAAABI/X0bPjGUiGh4/s400/DSC01672%2520PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t how you forget, but how you forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Not how you listen, but how you understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not how you see, but how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Not how you let go, but how you hold on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4243177539569530841-626488461733534892?l=ernestang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/feeds/626488461733534892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-friendship.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/626488461733534892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4243177539569530841/posts/default/626488461733534892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestang.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-friendship.html' title='A TRUE FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>eRnest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624884358545239038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/Sa_qN8ZCpQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tEAZ4R4KQhs/S220/201443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5BrwaN9M80/SbCf8gmoHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ddFOEVAy-GI/s72-c/TF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
