<?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-16584266</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:00:47.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility</title><subtitle type='html'>When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113389420735463013</id><published>2005-12-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:36:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things that count</title><content type='html'>i read this on STAR paper, just want to share with u.......... meaningful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The teenager who is not doing dishes but watching TV,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because that means he is at home, not on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The taxes that i pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means that i am employed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The mess to clean after a party,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means that i have been surrounded by friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The clothes that i fit a little too snugly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i have enough to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;My shadow that watches me work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i am out i the sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;and gutters that need fixing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i have a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The parking spot i find at the far end of the parking lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i am capable of walking and that i have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;blessed with transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;My huge air-conditioning bill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i am cool even on the hottest day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The lady behind me singing F key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means that i can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The pile of laundry and ironing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i have clothes to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Weariness and aching muscle at the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i have been capable working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means that i am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;and finally... for too much e-mail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;because it means i have friends who are thinking of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113389420735463013?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113389420735463013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113389420735463013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-things-that-count.html' title='Little things that count'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113144019542973831</id><published>2005-11-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:57:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's HOTLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(1) Two collecting parking fees illegally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOPAL wants to know who is operating the parking lot at the back lane behind his office at 36, Jalan Ampang in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121408/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121408/Article/index_html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) Work on walkway holds up traffic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a class="abs" href="mailto:hotline@mmail.com.my"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever road works take place, it is natural for motorists and pedestrians to complain about the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121058/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121058/Article/index_html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3) Brake pads worn out after 10,000km&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOO of Cheras, Kuala Lumpur, wonders why the brake pads on his year-old Perodua Kenari wear out after only 10,000 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121230/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121230/Article/index_html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4) Wrong info made him miss talk on scholarship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WRONG date in an article in a local daily on a talk on Australia’s Le Cordon Bleu scholarship programme is making ALVIN of Cheras see red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121320/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Tuesday/Hotline/20051108121320/Article/index_html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113144019542973831?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113144019542973831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113144019542973831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/11/todays-hotline.html' title='Today&apos;s HOTLINE'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113143796577510128</id><published>2005-11-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:19:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無賴</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This is one of the HIT song in karaoke nowadays, for those who knows how to read in chinese. pls read it, meaningful!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hehe!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;歌手：鄭中基 作曲：李峻一 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;填詞：李峻一 編曲：Ted Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;我間中飲醉酒　很喜歡自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;常犯錯愛說謊　但總會內疚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;遇過很多的損友　學到貪新厭舊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;亦欠過很多女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;怕結婚只會守　三分鐘諾言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;曾話過要戒煙　但講了就算&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;夢與想丟低很遠　但對返工厭倦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;自小不會打算&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;＊但是仍　(在地球)　唯獨妳愛我這廢人　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;出錯妳都肯去忍　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;然而誰亦早知不會合襯　偏偏妳願意等　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;為何還喜歡我　我這種無賴　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;是話妳蠢還是很偉大　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;在座每位都將我踩　口碑有多壞　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;但妳亦永遠不見怪　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;何必跟我　我這種無賴　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;活大半生還是很失敗　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;但是妳死都不變心　跟我笑著捱　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;就算壞　我也不忍心　(偷偷作怪)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;＊沒有根的野草　飄忽的命途&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;誰像妳當我寶　什麼也做到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;舊愛數足一匹布　在這刻寫句號&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;只想跟妳終老&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;REPEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;＊還喜歡我　我這種無賴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;是話妳蠢還是很偉大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;在座每位都將我踩　口碑有多壞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;但妳亦永遠不見怪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;何必跟我　我這種無賴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;活大半生還是很失敗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;但是妳死都不變心　跟我拼命捱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;換轉別個　也不忍心　偷偷作怪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113143796577510128?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113143796577510128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113143796577510128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_08.html' title='無賴'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113086702945388771</id><published>2005-11-02T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:48:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Quo -Chartless ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5016/1557/1600/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5016/1557/200/heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I never saw a moor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I never saw the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yet I know how the heather looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And what a wave must be&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nor visited in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yet certain am I of the spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As if the chart were given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Emily Dickinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113086702945388771?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113086702945388771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113086702945388771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/11/quo-chartless.html' title='~~~ Quo -Chartless ~~~'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113086545828118078</id><published>2005-11-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:27:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Quo - part of my life ~~~</title><content type='html'>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You ask me to choose between you and my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I chose my life and walked away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;without knowing you're part of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113086545828118078?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113086545828118078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113086545828118078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/11/quo-part-of-my-life.html' title='~~~ Quo - part of my life ~~~'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-113083361091186304</id><published>2005-11-01T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:25:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Quo - define yourself ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5016/1557/1600/ATT150761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5016/1557/320/ATT150761.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never be bullied into silence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Never allow yourself to be made a victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Accept no one's definition of your life; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DEFINE YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-113083361091186304?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113083361091186304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/113083361091186304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/11/quo-define-yourself.html' title='~~~ Quo - define yourself ~~~'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-112921965307369025</id><published>2005-10-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:16:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Hire A Man To Do A Womans Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came for the final test to see which person would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man got a shocked look on his face and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my own wife!" Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they bring the second man to the same door and hand him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about five minutes, then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her. I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the CIA man replied. "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go the hell home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're down to the woman left to test. Again they lead her to the same door and hand her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances. This is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA heard the gun start firing, one shot after another, for 13 shots. Then they heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes, then all went quiet. The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the S.O.B. to death with the chair!"&lt;/span&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/16584266-112921965307369025?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112921965307369025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112921965307369025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-hire-man-to-do-womans-job.html' title='Never Hire A Man To Do A Womans Job'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-112921886514306353</id><published>2005-10-13T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:19:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God created the mule, and told him, " You will be a mule, working constantly from dusk to dawn, carrying heavy loads on your back. You will eat grass and lack intelligence. You will live for 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" The mule answered, " To live like this for 50 years is too much. Please, give me no more than 20." And it was so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then God created the dog, and told him, " You will hold vigilance over the dwellings of Man, to whom you will be his greatest companion. You will eat his table scraps and live for 25 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" And the dog responded, " Lord, to live 25 years as a dog like that is too much. Please, no more than 10 years." And it was so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God then created the monkey, and told him, " You are monkey. You shall swing from tree to tree, acting like an idiot. You will be funny, and you shall live for 20 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" And the monkey responded, " Lord, to live 20 years as the clown of the world is too much. Please, Lord, give me no than 10 years." And it was so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, God created Man and told him, " You are Man, the only rational being that walks the earth. You will use your intelligence to have mastery over the creatures of the world. You will dominate the earth and live for 20 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" And the man responded, "Lord, to be Man for only 20 years is too little. Please, Lord, give me the 20 years the mule refused, the the 15 years the dog refused, and the 10 years the monkey rejected." And it was so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so God made Man to live 20 years as a man, then marry and live 20 years like a mule working and carrying heavy loads on his back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, he is to have children and live 15 years as a dog, guarding his house and eating the leftovers after they empty the pantry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, in his old age, to live10 years as a monkey, acting like an idiot to amuse his grandchildren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it is so.&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/16584266-112921886514306353?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112921886514306353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112921886514306353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/10/creation-of-man.html' title='Creation of Man'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16584266.post-112663609497959342</id><published>2005-09-14T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:54:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend</title><content type='html'>i knew u since 18th June 2005 (almost 3 months already, so fast huh!!...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met u after i quick from my first job, the only job after i graduated and the company i ve stayed for 4years +.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust u and i told u anything including my feelings, secrets &amp;amp; problems. although u can't help me but u listen carefully and remember every single word that i ve told u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to tell u that.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for always by my side whenever i am alone, thank you for always be there whenever i need some one to accompany, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are the only one who not trying to ignore me, u are the one willing to listen to me anytime, no matter day time or night time, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u never disappointed me whenever i need u....... u always dont mind to became a "spare tyre" whenever i kena ffk..... and u always lend me your shoulder whenever i was crying...... u are so kind to me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, i am really appreciate what u ve done for me, u are always my best friend, k! my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAPTOP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16584266-112663609497959342?l=chevynsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112663609497959342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16584266/posts/default/112663609497959342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevynsc.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-friend.html' title='best friend'/><author><name>chevy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345813010787926126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/04/16274057/1973411397963s.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
