<?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-3059577418246772257</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:57:51.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place where you can find tall tales and interesting stories.So...move on..Make sure you enjoy every bit in this Book of Tales..Hundred percent satisfaction and original..

WARNING:Contents meant to be enjoyed, not criticized.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-2129684682072332268</id><published>2009-12-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:10:12.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadness..&lt;br /&gt;Sad. What is sad? Mankind created many words to substitute the word 'sad', such as 'solemn', 'gloomy', 'grieve', sorrow', etc. But even though there are so many words to describe it, in the end, there is only one expression, one feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around the world tried using different methods to ease themselves during this 'sadness', and many of them picked the ones they're comfortable with. Some tried taking in drugs(I know!), some smoked, some even hurt themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'll look at these people straight in the eyes if I have the chance, and I will say to them: You're lucky He still have you alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-2129684682072332268?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2129684682072332268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=2129684682072332268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2129684682072332268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2129684682072332268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-7300335404136332736</id><published>2009-06-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:42:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously think that family members should spend more time together. I'm not just saying it because others are saying it too. Those of you out there having a perfect family, be grateful. Be grateful to have a mother who nags. Be grateful to have siblings who snatch things from you. Be grateful to have a father who scolds you every time you come home with bad grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself have a perfect family. Well, not that perfect.. Few days ago we go into an argument. This wasn't just an issue between two people, it was between us all. All five of us. And it was Father's Day. My mom began to cry and started hurting my sister physically. My dad started shouting and he almost flung a 200kg antique vase at my sister. I couldn't do anything but stop them. Everything happened so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through this, I found out that there are many problems between my family. Issues and issues and issues. I found out that if we don't confront them(whoever), we will end up hurting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to disobey my mom's orders and ignore her advices. But then later I realized that I've done the wrong thing. I regret fully and I want to say sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is reading this now, please, appreciate what God has given you, and that is...a perfect family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-7300335404136332736?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7300335404136332736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=7300335404136332736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/7300335404136332736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/7300335404136332736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-seriously-think-that-family-members.html' title=''/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-3262485674171567235</id><published>2009-06-18T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:08:21.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>Tired of studying?&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course...&lt;br /&gt;Not doing a single thing?&lt;br /&gt;Unless forced...&lt;br /&gt;Squares or rings?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Studying, you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mapling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;I got everything.&lt;br /&gt;But did you get through?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haiya&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Playstations&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your studies and study with love.&lt;br /&gt;Study smart, not hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-3262485674171567235?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3262485674171567235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=3262485674171567235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3262485674171567235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3262485674171567235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-2705264437940692778</id><published>2009-06-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:21:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather!!</title><content type='html'>Can't stand the weather these days... They are killing me! 7 o'clock in the morning in school, the sun hasn't yet rise and I can already feel the heat. Can you imagine? What weather! 730 in class. My class has four fans and that is way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; few. I'm already sweating even though it's just 8 in the MORNING. 10 in the canteen. Way too hot. Everyone shouting and pushing. The intense heat forced my legs to move, to leave the fiery hell. 1030 in class. My friends all having wet backs. Everyone panting. Everyone struggling, cramping themselves under the fan. Even the teachers were all exhausted. 240 at home. I rushed into my room and switched on the air conditioner. Phew... I sat on my bed, thinking. What has happened to our world? Our living place? Is human responsible for this? Of course!! What caused this? Deforestation? Advance in industry? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air conditioners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up immediately and went for the remote control and switched the air conditioner off. I flicked the main switch off and wiped off the beads of sweat from my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least I did my part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should try too. Decrease the amount of air conditioners and aerosol spray. Together, we can save Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-2705264437940692778?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2705264437940692778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=2705264437940692778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2705264437940692778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2705264437940692778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-stand-weather-these-days.html' title='The weather!!'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-805280246787259919</id><published>2009-01-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:52:01.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Penilaian Menengah Rendah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing feared most by form 3 students. The thing that is not so important for the form 4s and 5s, but is like Armageddon for the 15 year old. The thing that is cursed by almost every students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is nothing to be feared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is just an examination organized by the government in order to calculate our standards and determine our future. There are just a few tips in order to do well in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Start early. Do not think that 1 year is enough, in fact, 2 years could be counted as insufficient. Prepare when you are in form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; The easiest basic tip is to pay full attention during class and finish your homework. Understand everything your teacher taught on that day and you're done. Even 10 minutes will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Focus on your studies. Prioritize knowledge, then entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Do revisions at least twice a week, keep your mind working and make sure the things you've learned do not go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Be physically and mentally strong. Do not get discouraged easily and make sure a healthy diet is consumed. Exercise regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Preparation for PMR could be easy, if you cooperate. As you know, knowledge don't drop from the skies. Get motivated and do what you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every pre-PMR students, I wish you good luck and do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Study Smart!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-805280246787259919?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/805280246787259919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=805280246787259919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/805280246787259919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/805280246787259919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/01/pmr.html' title='PMR'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-9143313135410359011</id><published>2009-01-03T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:35:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV81oenqHPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QW2t_Swhji4/s1600-h/squll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV81oenqHPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QW2t_Swhji4/s320/squll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287003457086692594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far the Final Fantasy sequel had made a huge impact on the gamers' world. From FFI till FFXII, I would say that Final Fantasy VIII is the best and has the most interesting storyline. The game starts with a short video of a sparring session between the main character-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Squall Leonhart/Lionheart&lt;/span&gt; and one of the antagonist of the game-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seifer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Almasy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In this video, it states the reason why Squall ended up in the Garden Hospital at the beginning of the game and also the origin of his awesome scar between his forehead and nose. Squall wields a weapon known as a gunblade. It looks like a blade but with a handle like a gun's. There are a variety of gunblades throughout the game, each dealing reasonable damage.Below is a more detailed biography of the chracters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV85Rf_u-3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/1q99SFyvoPY/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV85Rf_u-3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/1q99SFyvoPY/s320/111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007460365630322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Squall Leonhart-Squall is the main protagonist of FF8. Starting off in Balamb Garden, he has what is called a gunblade. After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;getting injured in a sparring          session with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;his gunblade counter part, Seifer, the game begins with him          in the Garden Hospita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;l. He is very cold, silent, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;at many times unemotional. Throughout the game, his demeanor and attitude changes drastically, as he finds out his history and who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV85x2ksAlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i9pp2AqRa3c/s1600-h/rinoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV85x2ksAlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i9pp2AqRa3c/s320/rinoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287008016182018642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Rinoa Heartill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;y-Rinoa is the other main protagonist, but we meet her on the SeeD's first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;project, as she is the leader of a rebel group against the Galbadian president,          named the Forest Owls. Rinoa is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;very sensitive, and caring, and has a bit of mysterious undertow around her. Be prepared for many surprises concerning her character, and also her very interesting relationship with Squall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV86ICvhFLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BJt4BqoxVnI/s1600-h/quistis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV86ICvhFLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BJt4BqoxVnI/s320/quistis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287008397405787314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Quistis Trepe-Quistis is a SeeD instructor at Balamb Garden, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;and interesting enough, one of the youngest and quickest to obtain that position. She uses a chain whip, and can be a very powerful character if used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;correctly. Her beauty created a little following called, "The Trepies." She lacks stern demeanor and is not really the teaching type, but she's always supporting Squall, and throughout the game seems like she really likes him, and appreciates his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV86pWGnJzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qEF_XNfx1hw/s1600-h/selphie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV86pWGnJzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qEF_XNfx1hw/s320/selphie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287008969538610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Selphie Timm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;ett-Selphie is a transfer student from another garden called Trabia. She's outgoing and sincere, and very sweet. She is running the festival at Balamb Garden. She uses the nonchaku. I didn't find much use from her in battle, but she's a very interesting character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV8632ZaMbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0nNcYXN1yBc/s1600-h/zell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV8632ZaMbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0nNcYXN1yBc/s320/zell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287009218725556658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Zell Dincht-Zell is very emotional and somewhat immature. He gets jeered a lot by Seifer, and seems to be very temperamental. He uses martial arts and combos. His impulsive reactions tend to get him in trouble and undermine correct decisions, but nonetheless, he's a very important character in combat. His hometown is in the city of Balamb, and is where his mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;ther currently          lives. Try playing cards with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV87QY0xHDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cOfgi9bTFrk/s1600-h/irvine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV87QY0xHDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cOfgi9bTFrk/s320/irvine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287009640283970610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Irvine Kinneas-Irvine uses a gun, and we find him as a sharpshooter for Galbadia Garden when the gang and the forest owls go after President Deling. He is very good around the ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt; but is bad under pressure. I like Irvine quite          a bit, and he could be a great asset to your team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV87n7uMu-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/DzyzRlHth0A/s1600-h/laguna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV87n7uMu-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/DzyzRlHth0A/s320/laguna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010044788653026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;Laguna Loire-La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;guna is one of three characters present in a dreamsequence, first happening on the train ride to Timber to meet up with the Forest Owls. It seems to be a past episode. Laguna is a strong leader in these dream sequences, and uses a machine gun. He's part of the Galbadian Army. He's a little tense around the woman he likes, the piano player, Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV89RsmPM7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/x7ouOJDEeus/s1600-h/final_fantasy_viii_world.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV89RsmPM7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/x7ouOJDEeus/s320/final_fantasy_viii_world.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011861794862002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;On the right is the world ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;p of FFVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, FFV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;III is a fun game that tests your mentality and gaming skills. Go grab one if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Console:PS1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-9143313135410359011?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9143313135410359011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=9143313135410359011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9143313135410359011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9143313135410359011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-fantasy-viii.html' title='Final Fantasy VIII'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SV81oenqHPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QW2t_Swhji4/s72-c/squll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-4154877259565622906</id><published>2008-12-20T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:26:47.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;erry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;epeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecklessly by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hrist upon us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;igh in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ighteousness of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nvades the depths of our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;alvation reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ime for us to feel grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ore every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nxious and joyful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;acrifice is worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and enjoy a happy new year! Christmas is not about you or me, it's about Him! Share the joy with His people and glorify His name! Together, we bow down and celebrate this very special day, which is the birth of Jesus Christ! Christmas is not only about receiving, it's also about giving! Make this Christmas a special and memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;Once again, wish you all a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-4154877259565622906?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4154877259565622906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=4154877259565622906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4154877259565622906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4154877259565622906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-997764437033228737</id><published>2008-12-16T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:04:25.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You, and For You Only</title><content type='html'>A wall between us.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who go first.&lt;br /&gt;You, or me?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you ever see?&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;The things we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Why I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it need a reason to be true?&lt;br /&gt;I said nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal came.&lt;br /&gt;You're no more the same.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;My brain doesn't ring.&lt;br /&gt;You were scared.&lt;br /&gt;All I did was cared.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what you need.&lt;br /&gt;The barrier...so concrete.&lt;br /&gt;So I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Is to always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Your's truly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-997764437033228737?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/997764437033228737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=997764437033228737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/997764437033228737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/997764437033228737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-you.html' title='For You, and For You Only'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-600816206505733887</id><published>2008-12-16T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:41:45.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>We humans have individual attitudes, that's what brings quarrels and fights amongst us. You open your moral textbook and I know, you'll yawn at it. But turn to the page where you can learn tolerance. Tolerance is an important virtue we must nurture in ourselves. Without tolerance, havoc. When someone in school makes fun of you, like those annoying friends who calls you things like 'noob' or '@#$%#$', what will you do? If you're smart, you will walk up to them, smile and walk away. Well,if you're not smart, you will roll your sleeves up and start exchanging punches with them. Sometimes they can be over annoying. They can cross the line. If they do that, just walk away, ignore these immature friends of yours. Physical challenges will noy help. It will not help you look stronger, it will not help you look more manly. It will only make you look more foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the pen IS mightier than the sword.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-600816206505733887?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/600816206505733887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=600816206505733887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/600816206505733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/600816206505733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-humans-have-individual-attitudes.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-2372879779911285144</id><published>2008-12-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:30:59.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>What is betraying? The simple definition of betray means not to be loyal to someone. Betrayal happens anywhere, anytime, on anyone. Betrayal is a huge problem among us, especially students. You will not know who to trust when you first go to a new school. But it's impossible to stay alone until the end of the semester. So, there's where friends step into our lives. Some of you have good friends; some of you have back-stabbing friends. The only equation to this problem is the simple 5-letter, one syllable word--TRUST. If you start to trust someone, you will not tend to betray them. You'll be surprised that betrayal starts from childhood to the time people start calling you 'old hag'. The way to face this problem is to learn how to accept it. It could be hard, real hard, but we don't achieve anything if we just stay there and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have someone who is very close and important to me. She told me that she dreamt about something scary, something that can be categorized under the title 'nightmare'. She dreamt that everyone she knew betrayed her, including me, that is. Well, I was kinda shocked when I first heard it, not because I'm included, but because these dreams rarely happen. I gave the same advice and here, I hope everyone who reads this post will start to think like a human and BE a human. Betrayal will only increase if we continue thinking selfishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, try to be loyal to whoever confronts you and try not to hurt anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-2372879779911285144?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2372879779911285144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=2372879779911285144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2372879779911285144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2372879779911285144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-9124092883555640717</id><published>2008-12-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:08:45.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blame it on the Haze</title><content type='html'>What is the Malaysians' favourite excuse for car accidents during the haze season? That's right. 'Aiyo, bang, sorry la. Itu Haze kan dah datang. Mata sakit la, tak nampak.' Alright, some will say the haze comes from the open forest burning from other countries. But think deeper, what else causes haze? Smoke! Smoke from vehicles, factories and the most famous-cigarette. While you're in your parent's car, try observing the vehicle in front of you, especially the huge ones. Every 5-10 minutes you'll find out that the vehicle will release black and thick gas. These gas will then rise to the top and destroy our ozone layer. Those which doesn't go to the top? Well, it enters your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicles are increasing by the minute and lives are gone by the minute. Try using the catalytic converter. You can also try something even better--stop smoking. You'll not only help yourselves, you can help those around you. Smoking is not fun, nor it makes you look manly. Some of you smoke just to release stress. One advice, put down that cigarette, go see a psychiatrist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you get a summon for your carelessness on the road, try not blaming it on the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on the same earth. This world is dying. Because of us. We need to repent from all mistakes and together, we can change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-9124092883555640717?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9124092883555640717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=9124092883555640717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9124092883555640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9124092883555640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-blame-it-on-haze.html' title='Don&apos;t Blame it on the Haze'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-4615491793183936842</id><published>2008-12-12T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:32:02.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJupjn4R1I/AAAAAAAAADc/w2GZpI35nUQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJupjn4R1I/AAAAAAAAADc/w2GZpI35nUQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278903373447841618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black. White. Yellowish. Brown. No, these are not the colors of your dad's ties. It's the colors of skins. Do you even know what has this world become? Everywhere, we can see 'anti-racism' signs. And everywhere, we can see racism takes place. I highly object racism. He made us the way He likes it and we're here to criticize it? Because of our skin color? Nonsense. If you are an Asian, ever heard of 'orang kulit kuning'? If you're Americ&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUMeh7nfSWI/AAAAAAAAADk/2WHAFWZRt1U/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUMeh7nfSWI/AAAAAAAAADk/2WHAFWZRt1U/s320/images+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279096756496189794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an, ever heard of 'the pale skins'? If you're African, ever heard of 'Nigger'? How do you feel when you're called like that? Awful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, start with an 'excuse me' rather than vulgar greetings. We should be treated fairly in every single way, including how we look. We should be proud of what we are and for everyone else too. We are human. We are united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unite against racism, love everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-4615491793183936842?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4615491793183936842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=4615491793183936842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4615491793183936842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4615491793183936842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/black.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJupjn4R1I/AAAAAAAAADc/w2GZpI35nUQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-2526650613446337716</id><published>2008-12-12T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:04:57.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJgjaufD2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ah12c_IJlrY/s1600-h/poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJgjaufD2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ah12c_IJlrY/s320/poverty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887874817625954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time if your mum tells you the classic"Boy, finish your meal. Do you know how poor and hungry the children in Africa are?"phrase, rather than rolling your eyes and throw words at her, why not think properly? Think that if you were someone who is born in a poor country, what problems will you confront? What will you do to continue living? What will you do to keep your family alive? Many countries are suffering from poverty now. Not just Africa, but countries like Cambodia, Malawi, Somalia, Afghanistan, Burundi and many, many more. The families in these countries can only earn up to a maximum of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;600$&lt;/span&gt; a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture. When you need water, you'll have to to pump it out. If you need food, beggin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJgxRI6MuI/AAAAAAAAADM/lB-tnu2xUXY/s1600-h/oootyuioo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJgxRI6MuI/AAAAAAAAADM/lB-tnu2xUXY/s320/oootyuioo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888112762270434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g or hunting will be your only choices. If you need clothing, either stealing or finding your own materials can help. What are these people most prone to? That's right, diseases. The HIV adult prevalence rate in Malawi is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.20%&lt;/span&gt; and the highest in the world is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 38.80%&lt;/span&gt; which is in Swaziland. The country with the highest death threat is Botswana, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28.92%&lt;/span&gt; of death rate in every 1000 populations. Getting worried? Well, the country with the highest infant mortality rates is Angola, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;192.50&lt;/span&gt; in every 1000 live births.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time if you can't finish your meal, try saving it for another time. And if you happen to come across some donation campaign for the poor, go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we help those who are in need.&lt;br /&gt;Together, we decrease poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Together, we change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-anonymous-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="theTable" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="cell-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="cell-2"&gt;&lt;div class="box-contents-table"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-2526650613446337716?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2526650613446337716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=2526650613446337716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2526650613446337716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2526650613446337716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-time-if-your-mum-tells-you.html' title='Poverty'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUJgjaufD2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ah12c_IJlrY/s72-c/poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-4690668226092285612</id><published>2008-12-11T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:12:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUHs2G4BEzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mZAUjOgxDPc/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUHs2G4BEzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mZAUjOgxDPc/s320/ooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278760652557587250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and days past and we still are struggling for survive.&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting hard as we try to abide.&lt;br /&gt;Shouts, screams, Moans and cries.&lt;br /&gt;From where the adults and children lie.&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers and troops. Enemies and allies.&lt;br /&gt;They fight and fight. And the end is nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombs, guns, cannons and tanks.&lt;br /&gt;Refugees and civilians drove to the banks.&lt;br /&gt;The more lives gone, the higher their ranks.&lt;br /&gt;Their pays grew. Our hearts sank.&lt;br /&gt;The roamed the earth. Sea and land.&lt;br /&gt;From rocks and stones, to dirt and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People suffered from diseases and poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Their pockets, wallet are always empty.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong, no matter how manly.&lt;br /&gt;They fled and fled. Hurriedly and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know. Wars can be avoided. Wars should be avoided. Wars must be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;Shake hands, unite, and stand strong.&lt;br /&gt;Unite against wars, unite for a better life, unite for a better world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-4690668226092285612?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4690668226092285612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=4690668226092285612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4690668226092285612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4690668226092285612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/unite.html' title='Unite'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/SUHs2G4BEzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mZAUjOgxDPc/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-4245726016754231300</id><published>2008-12-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:26:19.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Luck Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STlHAt8RS4I/AAAAAAAAACg/6graSnt3z0c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STlHAt8RS4I/AAAAAAAAACg/6graSnt3z0c/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276326516099206018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to praise Amy Tan for her marvelous book that dazzled me quite a long time. The stories in the book are meaningful, educational and interesting. You don't often find these books anymore. The way Amy described the families and lives of the daughters are very detailed. Every line, every page satisfied me. She is a diligent and amazing writer. She converts feelings into words, and words into memories. Till now, the mandarin arguments are still stuck in my head. Those who seek for a memorable 288 pages and touching yet powerful book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Joy Luck Club&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Amy Tan&lt;/span&gt; is always highly recommended. There is also a major film based on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reader's comment-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-4245726016754231300?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4245726016754231300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=4245726016754231300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4245726016754231300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4245726016754231300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-would-like-to-praise-amy-tan-for-her.html' title='The Joy Luck Club'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STlHAt8RS4I/AAAAAAAAACg/6graSnt3z0c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-6049210440083058486</id><published>2008-12-05T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:46:33.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Marvelous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;herever we go, he watches us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ver and ever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et us worship Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ntage personalities is what He wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verywhere, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;o, my children, He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt; Lord, we bow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o pick us up, and be our guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-6049210440083058486?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6049210440083058486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=6049210440083058486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6049210440083058486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6049210440083058486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/w-herever-we-go-he-watches-us.html' title='He is Marvelous'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-3088957571447934124</id><published>2008-12-05T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:14:09.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals and their importance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk9Y7LHRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/cn2_SYdJtrA/s1600-h/animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk9Y7LHRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/cn2_SYdJtrA/s320/animals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276315936851707522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals, small or big.&lt;br /&gt;An ant or even a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Should be taught many tricks.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be hurt by stones or bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them as they are God's made.&lt;br /&gt;Respect them as they first laid.&lt;br /&gt;Observe them, and you will find them great.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate them, for they are at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs, cats, mice, geese.&lt;br /&gt;They shouldn't die, nor turn to feast.&lt;br /&gt;Natures the lock, and they are the keys.&lt;br /&gt;Be sane, make the killing cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abusing, not encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Not in open fields, nor in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;When a paper tears, save the whole page.&lt;br /&gt;Before they extinct or get damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine us eating them daily.&lt;br /&gt;Biting and chewing happily.&lt;br /&gt;Our plate, their obituary.&lt;br /&gt;Till the animal kingdom turns empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-animal lover-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-3088957571447934124?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3088957571447934124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=3088957571447934124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3088957571447934124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3088957571447934124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/animals-small-or-big.html' title='Animals and their importance'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk9Y7LHRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/cn2_SYdJtrA/s72-c/animals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-9037893236244792849</id><published>2008-12-04T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:04:10.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>SMS. Short Message Service. Or I would like to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sending Message Syndrome.&lt;/span&gt; Many of you are obsessed with this service. And most of you has this sickness. OK, if not texting, what are phones for? Well, I didn't say that texting is not allowed, just that it's best to reduce the period and amount of texting. Texting can create many problems. Most of my friends suffer from short-cut disease, including me. Let me elucidate. Many words are cut to short, examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;already&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;see&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thought&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, get me? Sometimes I write these even in my exams(terrible). I'm encouraging you to use proper words in order to improve your vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nowadays, wherever I go, all I see is girls and guys texting. Who knows what will happen if this continues? Technology has a bright and DARKER side. Now, everyone can get news online and even in their phones! What happened to those days where newspaper is still an objective? Come on! Read! Now all you do is just scroll down the page. Where are the page flippings? Appreciate life's original state and please, retain it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-9037893236244792849?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9037893236244792849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=9037893236244792849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9037893236244792849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/9037893236244792849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-6718379691367607562</id><published>2008-12-03T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:13:29.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names, names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeRItrdJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UqGQ-vfNTKI/s1600-h/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeRItrdJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UqGQ-vfNTKI/s320/name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275845067374667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names. The only thing that sticks to you till the end. No matter you want it or not. It is fixed. It is meant to be respected. It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOURS. &lt;/span&gt;Those of you who have nice names out there, well, congratulations. Those of you who have hideous names, I would like to say something: I respect you. Names are meant to be called, remembered and most importantly, respected. This 'gift' is given by your beloved parents. You may be mocking classmates or friends who have funny names, but think twice before doing that. Think that you are insulting angels' gift. Think that you are criticizing mankind's nature. People who have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; names are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special.&lt;/span&gt; Try being nice to them and you'll certainly feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, your first day to school and you;re already everyone's classic joke book. How would you feel? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pleasant?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Comfortable?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy?&lt;/span&gt; Of course not! Respect is what we all need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-6718379691367607562?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6718379691367607562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=6718379691367607562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6718379691367607562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6718379691367607562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/names.html' title='Names, names'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeRItrdJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UqGQ-vfNTKI/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-2773658612885003296</id><published>2008-12-03T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:05:03.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hunter's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdYaIZ0w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7bHN_d5-fQo/s1600-h/moon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdYaIZ0w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7bHN_d5-fQo/s320/moon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275782694443467634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hunter,&lt;br /&gt;feared by most.&lt;br /&gt;Quick as the thunder,&lt;br /&gt;far and close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed daily,&lt;br /&gt;with guns and knives.&lt;br /&gt;Killed many,&lt;br /&gt;and took their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares,&lt;br /&gt;for they get their pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter,&lt;br /&gt;we were hated.&lt;br /&gt;Forever,&lt;br /&gt;until our existence faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood,&lt;br /&gt;every moment.&lt;br /&gt;On our shirts,&lt;br /&gt;we smell rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to quit,&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter overtakes sweet,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues,&lt;br /&gt;till the day it ended.&lt;br /&gt;For who knew?&lt;br /&gt;The hunter got hunted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-2773658612885003296?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2773658612885003296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=2773658612885003296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2773658612885003296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/2773658612885003296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/hunters-story.html' title='A Hunter&apos;s Story'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdYaIZ0w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7bHN_d5-fQo/s72-c/moon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-6790165147188589901</id><published>2008-12-03T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:59:51.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Brief's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQZPv6_XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nXwndKO3h6I/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQZPv6_XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nXwndKO3h6I/s320/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275773883142307186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, life, life.&lt;br /&gt;Like an endless journey, meaningless,&lt;br /&gt;stoppable anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;What we do, doesn't matter no more.&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Deeds lost, sins stay.&lt;br /&gt;Forever till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Shall we blame thee?&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way.&lt;br /&gt;Blame yourselves for choosing this choice.&lt;br /&gt;There was a choice,&lt;br /&gt;you asked me?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourselves,&lt;br /&gt;for you chose it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shakesword&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-6790165147188589901?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6790165147188589901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=6790165147188589901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6790165147188589901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6790165147188589901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-briefs-end.html' title='Life Brief&apos;s End'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQZPv6_XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nXwndKO3h6I/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-3849416861019568771</id><published>2008-12-03T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:08:18.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Parents..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk1prlrY4I/AAAAAAAAACA/FCfpFqWUo0M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk1prlrY4I/AAAAAAAAACA/FCfpFqWUo0M/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276307428632912770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is specially made for all parents. 1 question: Do you think you're a good and responsible parent? Keep your answers to yourselves, please. Here are a few tips to becoming an acceptable parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Smart guide to effective parenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you need to understand your children. There is only one way for you to do that, which is talking with your children.(Well, unless you have mind reading powers) Have small talks and chatters with your kids. You won't be able to accomplish this if you are those people who tries their best to avoid awkward talks. At the start, you will certainly feel shy of sharing thoughts, as well as your children. So try your best to make things more open, more relaxed. Understanding your child is most vital in avoiding misunderstandings. Take time at this step as it requires lots of effort and time. Just find some time, sit down with your children and start talking. Start understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, DO NOT make simple accusations. If you're not sure who did it, find out yourselves before throwing your children with harsh words. You do notice that pampering your child doesn't benefit anyone. Your attention should be equal among your children. One more thing, when your children runs to you complaining about something, do not shut him/her up. Listen to their problems and try to solve them. During exams, try not to force them hard to study or attend many tuition classes. This will not only stress them out, it will also reduce their studying desire.(mood) If your children come home with poor marks, try not to scold or punish them. Find out what's gone wrong in their studying habit or method and try to correct it. Encouragement will certainly bolster their spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, DO NOT ever compare your children among others but themselves. Your children will hate this and may fail on purpose. So just guide them through their challenging lives and try to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-14 year old's opinion-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-3849416861019568771?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3849416861019568771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=3849416861019568771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3849416861019568771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3849416861019568771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-parents.html' title='Dear Parents..'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STk1prlrY4I/AAAAAAAAACA/FCfpFqWUo0M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-6813129954221255056</id><published>2008-11-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:32:14.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdonalds and It's Beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQAXtQSxI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ABVQaQUzzcA/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQAXtQSxI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ABVQaQUzzcA/s320/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275773455781874450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity. The crisis that is affecting almost the whole world. One of the major reasons why this is happening is because of the fast food intake by most residents. There are many kinds of fast food restaurants around the globe, examples are Wendy's, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Carl's Junior, Popeye's, Mary Brown and A&amp;amp;W. What did I left out? Oh yeah, the famous Mcdonalds! Mcdonalds is currently the most successful and popular fast food restaurant internationally. Mcdonalds dominated most of our countries, our minds, and most importantly, our diet. For any of you out there who doesn't know what Mcdonalds is, it's the famous restaurant with a freaky red haired clown standing outside and inside. Mcdonalds serve approximately 47 million hungry customers daily. Mcdonalds, found in 1940 has been satisfying their customers for decades. This famous fast food restaurant has now become a major factor of obesity. What does obesity cause? It causes heart diseases and other dangerous diseases. Let me bring you to a trip to Mcdonalds. Through the golden arches we go... Be prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the cold door handle open which has the sign 'pull' on it. The friendly waiter greets me with a sinister grin. He curses me with his normal 'welcome' and looks away. I know I'm hallucinating. I walk slowly down to the counter and stand behind a large body, waiting for my turn. I noticed the person standing in front of me has a abnormally large hip and a terrible body odor. Not to be judgmental or anything, he is killing me. After three long, suffering minutes, finally, my turn. I looked at the cashier straight in the eye, glancing at his name tag. 'Darvin' says the tag. 'Having here or take away, sir?' he asked. '...Having here, please.' I replied with hesitation. 'Ok, may I take your order?' he banged his fingers onto the keyboard. ' Yes please, I would like to have...' I paused and looked at the menu. Each item was attracting my attention like some hungry prisoners ready to be released. Then 1 item caught me. ' 1 large set of Double Cheese Burger, please.' He looked at me then back to his computer. 'Alright sir, ten ringgit and ten cents.' I reached into my pocket and took out an orange note and a small coin. I handed the money to the mischievous looking man. I stood next to the counter awaiting my order. After two meaningless minutes, my tray finally arrived. I carried the loaded brown tray and walked to a nearby table, hands trembling along the way. I slide my food across the yellow oily surface and placed my bottoms comfortably against the yellow seat. I glanced around before opening &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeVZ_jkvdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9TwoGLYo02g/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeVZ_jkvdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9TwoGLYo02g/s320/t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275849762277735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my burger. I saw Ronald Mcdonald staring at me with his big scary eyes down the corner. I gulped and began to unwrap my burger. It didn't look as satisfying as the picture but it still made me hungry. I closed my eyes and took a bite. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crunch. &lt;/span&gt;It tasted sooo good. It made me take another, another and another, until it was all in my stomach. I took a sip at my Coke and moved on to the fries. Ok, according to my experience so far, there are two types of fries: the hard one and the soft one. In the past few years of having Mcd, I notice most people prefer the soft one. This is normal, as me myself too have this preference. Next time when you get a soft one, try squeezing it from top to bottom. You'll witness the flow of enjoyment(Seriously, oil were squirting out like mad). I finished my fries quickly. I noticed the more fries you take in, the thirstier you get. and that's the magic that will force the remaining Coke down your throat. After this satisfying meal, I stood up and walked out the restaurant. Know what? I got hungry again not till an hour later! Amazing, yet scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on the calorific value which the food in Mcdonalds contain, twice a week is considered quite severe to your health. So from now on, live a healthy life and start Mcdieting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-6813129954221255056?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6813129954221255056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=6813129954221255056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6813129954221255056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6813129954221255056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/11/obesity.html' title='Mcdonalds and It&apos;s Beauties'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STdQAXtQSxI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ABVQaQUzzcA/s72-c/mcdonalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-4140483057863715155</id><published>2008-11-25T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:49:06.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems, Problems</title><content type='html'>People around us motivates us. Don't you agree? Well, those of you who are hard working may disagree, but those of you who are lazy bums (like me) have to admit, people around you nags about you not studying, not focusing on yours studies or not having a well-organized time table sticking at your bedroom door. Most parents, like mine, will not tolerate our lazy and inactive attitude unless we are doing what they want--holding a book. Not just any books, but those dull text book which we normally yawn at more than we look at. I am a fourteen year old student and still in the middle of the process of learning. I notice that most parents have the same disease, which is one I like to name as HSCS, also known as Highly Sensitive Comparison Syndrome. Don't understand? Maybe I could just shorten this popular disease to only 3 simple syllables--comparing. During my primary studying process, my mum likes to compare me and my friends as if were fresh fishes in the morning market ready to be compared by hungry buyers. I used to scold my mum for doing this but all she does back is just stare at me and orders me to finish my half-way finished dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point asking yourselves to gain knowledge(known as studying) but not doing it. That is just like telling your friend you'll be at his house but didn't. Motivation camps and lecture seminars will not help you unless you help yourself first. Students are facing problems lately. Many, many problems in fact. Disciplinary problems, friendship problems, financial problems, love problems, problems coping with studies(especially those who were from chinese primary schools facing difficulties understanding the new format, which is mostly english and bahasa melayu-based) and many, many more. The problem is not how to avoid these problems, but how to solve it. These problems will occur. It is up to you to solve them, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Disciplinary Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with students, shall we? I know I'm still a student but I can tell you, I don't seek for troubles. Students. Mentioned by most people. What are students? What are they suppose to be like? Simple, students should be well disciplined people who seeks knowledge, not for exams, but for their own future. I see students in the school compound running here and there, chasing each other. Ok, you may ask, whats the wrong to that? It's just running. What if I tell you that they continued to run and chase even after the discipline teacher warned them. You may think that those cane-wielding, sour-faced 'guardians' are just there to create trouble. But think, why are they creating these 'troubles'? What if one of the student stumble across a rock a knock his eyes against the pots in the hall? It can cause total, permanent blindness! What if one of the student accidentally smack another students teeth? It can cause serious injuries! So next time, think before you decide to throw cruel words at your teacher.Learn how to respect others and eventually, others will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friendship Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What ship can never sink? Friendship of course!! Friends are those who supports you, gives you useful advices and even face your problems with you! I encountered a case of serious friend betrayal this year in my class, well, it didn't happen on me of course. It happened on someone very important to me. I'll just make it simple. Her best friend betrayed her with mere lies just to protect herself from being hated. I knew how serious it was because I saw tears from her. Now, a simple lie can cost us many things, yet many people are still committing them(despite the phrase 'liars go to hell')What happened to that girl? Well, she is now back to normal and smiling everyday. Friends are His gifts to us. We should never ever categorize them into friends or best friends. Each of them should be equally treated, equally special. So from now on, treat every single friend of yours fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Financial Problems&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money. Something that we use to survive every single day. We use it everyday while the bank prints it daily too. In the school compound, money will be the least concern among students as things in school will not be too expensive. Despite parents telling us not to borrow money from others, we do not take the advice seriously. Money can save your lives and can destroy yours at the same time. Many minor and major problems can occur because of money. Students are starting to purchase unnecessary items. Maybe money will not be your cause of headache now, but take one advice, avoid money borrowing and lending. One more thing you can do is start saving and plan for the future. Avoid unnecessary spending too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Love Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's where things get serious, too serious. All of you will encounter this problem, trust me. Love, what comes first? Feelings? You may be facing this problems yourself, now. Tell you what,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeSJ8t24NI/AAAAAAAAABY/N79bftTr_rw/s1600-h/book+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeSJ8t24NI/AAAAAAAAABY/N79bftTr_rw/s320/book+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275846188102770898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some of you met love, some of you are pursuing it and some of you already have the ones you adore but do not have the guts to confess. Everyone have rights to taste love, everyone. What I'm telling you is not to fall too deep into it. Those of you who are quite vulnerable to love but you don't want to accept it, let me recommend a book which is quite useful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Kissed Dating Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joshua Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This book can be a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;huge help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-4140483057863715155?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4140483057863715155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=4140483057863715155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4140483057863715155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/4140483057863715155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/11/problems-problems.html' title='Problems, Problems'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeSJ8t24NI/AAAAAAAAABY/N79bftTr_rw/s72-c/book+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-6429560226227834878</id><published>2008-11-24T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:48:58.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About nothing but life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeS_bO6wPI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccpfYRJ7T4M/s1600-h/galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeS_bO6wPI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccpfYRJ7T4M/s320/galaxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275847106827567346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, bitter, sour and salty.&lt;br /&gt;Things you mostly encounter in life.&lt;br /&gt;Problems not only little but many.&lt;br /&gt;Problems that represents cleavers and knives.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they make us feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;Makes our hearts throb and dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, said with ease.&lt;br /&gt;What matters most we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Wars and fights, they must cease.&lt;br /&gt;A better man, we must be.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment we deal with these.&lt;br /&gt;Create a world suitable for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly in flocks.&lt;br /&gt;Climbed my thoughts, far and high.&lt;br /&gt;Hands of time, twisting in clocks,&lt;br /&gt;The start is nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Creation of Lord, twigs and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring, summer, autumn and winter,&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are meant to be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Things that are meant to be forever,&lt;br /&gt;Be amazed, rather than annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Think and think, what are we after?&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, don't be foiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds, sun and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Beauties of the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Turning into ashes soon,&lt;br /&gt;We are making them DIE.&lt;br /&gt;What are we? Nothing but goons,&lt;br /&gt;Till the day the earth turn abandoned and dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-6429560226227834878?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6429560226227834878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=6429560226227834878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6429560226227834878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/6429560226227834878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-bitter-sour-and-salty.html' title='About nothing but life'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeS_bO6wPI/AAAAAAAAABg/ccpfYRJ7T4M/s72-c/galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-3187696718640589522</id><published>2008-11-21T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:24:50.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeTyEfFQ3I/AAAAAAAAABo/Q7QXOx1K91g/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeTyEfFQ3I/AAAAAAAAABo/Q7QXOx1K91g/s320/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275847976894677874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, what is time?&lt;br /&gt;Is it what you call 'gold'?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the noise you hear every time you sleep next to a clock?&lt;br /&gt;What the adults say? Time is money?&lt;br /&gt;Is time something you sometimes hate? Sometimes adore?&lt;br /&gt;Questions and questions and questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Time is not to be wasted, to be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;A simple 'wait' can cost you a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;and a few seconds can cost you your life.&lt;br /&gt;Recall,&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you said 'wait' in your entire life?&lt;br /&gt;One? Two? Three maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Three BILLION i guess.&lt;br /&gt;The only currency to buy time is not RM, not U$D,&lt;br /&gt;But Appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;So next time,&lt;br /&gt;don't think twice,&lt;br /&gt;act immediately.&lt;br /&gt;And act rationally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-3187696718640589522?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3187696718640589522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=3187696718640589522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3187696718640589522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/3187696718640589522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-is-precious.html' title='Time is Precious'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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/_EMAzZKPOtGk/STeTyEfFQ3I/AAAAAAAAABo/Q7QXOx1K91g/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059577418246772257.post-1329799152017682734</id><published>2008-11-21T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:47:02.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mom's Love II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here we are again. So you must be wondering what actually happened to that woman I mentioned in 'A mom's Love'. Well, here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It was a heavy downpour that day. Pedestrians could be seen running here and there, avoiding the gigantic droplets. Noisy footsteps could be heard everywhere.This happened in a minor village near the south China border. The name of the village was special, especially to all the mothers. It was named by the founder of this village,Tak Soon, who is now still surviving as the chief of this particular village. It was a special day--Mother's day. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hu Yong! Hu yong!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, someone called out.The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;simply means tiger, while the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;represents braveness. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mei na yu san ma?(Didn't you bring your bring your umbrella?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Of course, Hu Yong was the woman. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mei you a! ni you ma?(No I didn't! Did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hu Yong replied loudly, hoping her weak voice could overpower the noise of rain banging against objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A tall man, about two inches taller than Hu Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; ran towards her awkwardly, two umbrellas he was carrying, one on each hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hu Yong was a beautiful lady with big blue eyes and velvet skin. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aiya. Ni zhen wu tu a! Zhi dao yao xia yu le hai bu dai yu san! Haha..(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh dear, so forgetful of you! You know it's gonna rain but you still didn't bring any umbrellas! Haha..)" the man said out loud, patting Hu Yong on her damp hair. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Xie Xi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; ni o, Wei Bai!(Thank you so much, Wei Bai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Hu Yong replied with a broad smile, taking the umbrella from Wei Bai's left hand. The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;means haven't while the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;means fail. This was two years ago...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;       Soon, they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay, so far so good, huh? Let's skip to the night where things ended. Er, I meant started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Zhe shi sui de kou hong ying!? Wei Bai!(Who's lipstick stain is this!? Wei Bai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;)" Hu Yong shouted furiously as she pulls the sleeve of her drunken husband's shirt. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cao shen me chao? you de zui ni ma xian zai? Shi nu ren!(What are you making noise for? Have I offended you or something? Idiot women!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" shouted Wei Bai. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hao ba! Gen ni zai yi qi zhen xin ku! Li huen ba!(Alright then! I suffered enough staying with you! Let's divorce!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Hu Yong screamed furiously, marching out of the door and picked up her twins who were fast asleep and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So it ended with a furious women's request and a drunken man's approval. Classic. So Hu Yong and her twins roamed the streets of the village ever since. Sweet ending? A heart breaking one if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;By the way, the village is known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mu Ai Chun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Which means Mother's Love Village.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3059577418246772257-1329799152017682734?l=vhtwriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1329799152017682734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3059577418246772257&amp;postID=1329799152017682734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/1329799152017682734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3059577418246772257/posts/default/1329799152017682734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vhtwriter.blogspot.com/2008/11/moms-love-ii.html' title='A Mom&apos;s Love II'/><author><name>vhTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01703103503147337675</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-3059577418246772257.post-6104046631581941973</id><published>2008-11-20T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:31:31.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mom's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Aiya!!"this particular familiar two-syllable 'word' came from my 51 years old mum. She is considered a very outstanding mum if you ask me, although she nags alot. You most probably have one just like mine and you'll be sighing about this unfortunate gift. Let me ask you something, do you prefer a mum who encourages you to repent from mistakes, or one who bolsters your desire to committing more? Your answers could be different, some will say the first one while some willl say the other. Well, before you decide any answers, I would like to share something with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wind was blowing mildly under a midnight sky where the branches of trees dance and hoots of big-eyed owls could be heard."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sui la, wo de haizhi&lt;/span&gt;..(sleep, my little ones)"a women at the age of thirty five whispered to her twins, aged two. Then she started to hum lullabies to their soft, tendor ears. This women had been taking care of two babies, carrying two ponderous burdens for two years, alone, as a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;Her ex-spouse, who is now a wealthy businessman working for a grand shipping company, left her and her infants two years ago. The reason? Not because she cheated on him, but the other way round. You will be thinking this as a weird joke, but I'll come back to this later. Back to her. Her eyes flashed open as one of her babies sneezed softly. She took off the torn jacket she was wearing-the only fabric keeping her warm-and wrapped it around them. Despite the chilling weather, she struggled not to sneeze, as the sudden act will wake her babies up. She held her breath until the desire to sneeze was gone. She bit her cold, dry lips and began to make a prayer."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lao tien ye..qiu qiu ni ba zhe tian qi tiao wen ba..(Oh Lord, i beg you to improve this weather, make it warmer)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of story. So what do you think? There's a famous saying"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tien xia de ma ma dou shi yi yang de..&lt;/span&gt;"which means"every mother on earth are the same", equally stubborn, equally frustrating, equally loving. So from know on, love your mum more than you do now. 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