<?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-4775972313176574001</id><updated>2011-08-17T05:45:23.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Nanaki</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6532526198780456539</id><published>2011-08-17T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T05:45:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget Blog" id="Blog1"&gt;&lt;div class="blog-posts hfeed"&gt;&lt;div class="date-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3723334206967555696"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syMnwQuBRSo/Tkrky8cp58I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oTtgGZ-y1so/s1600/postsecret.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syMnwQuBRSo/Tkrky8cp58I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oTtgGZ-y1so/s320/postsecret.png" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; when i talk to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;but she's still my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;even  though she's my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hate talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;she makes me feel so damn freakishly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;suckish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, like i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i  always feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;left  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; when I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;around her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but many people like her though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 180%; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If only  you were not my friend, I would be &lt;u&gt;slightly&lt;/u&gt; happier"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sorry, but it's the  truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off Anwar Yusoff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6532526198780456539?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6532526198780456539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6532526198780456539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6532526198780456539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6532526198780456539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/ish.html' title='ISH'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-syMnwQuBRSo/Tkrky8cp58I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oTtgGZ-y1so/s72-c/postsecret.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-1508381215207683661</id><published>2011-08-15T05:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:34:32.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHxhvcKh3yg/Tkg_TKKoy_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xe_HvlaE6-k/s1600/2ytsggw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHxhvcKh3yg/Tkg_TKKoy_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xe_HvlaE6-k/s320/2ytsggw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line is fine.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't need a more complicated design,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a  sign,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own line, I hear you  whine.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting your own line is fine,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't have this fine  line,&lt;br /&gt;This fine line is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off Anwar Yusoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1508381215207683661?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1508381215207683661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=1508381215207683661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1508381215207683661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1508381215207683661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/line.html' title='Line'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-CHxhvcKh3yg/Tkg_TKKoy_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/xe_HvlaE6-k/s72-c/2ytsggw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6536043801070610373</id><published>2011-08-10T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:50:09.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I admit it..!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, it's my mistake.. I admit it..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLsB10A-w3E/TkFzAP_YrxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aLA4HygxmsM/s1600/mistake-46675802d6a671eef218a519585250a1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLsB10A-w3E/TkFzAP_YrxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aLA4HygxmsM/s1600/mistake-46675802d6a671eef218a519585250a1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;huh so good if everyone in this world admit their  mistakes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;then there'll be no trials, no court, no judges, no  lawyers.. heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;but the thing is not everyone admit their  mistakes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;it  is never easy to admit you're wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people always think they're right..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;they tend to blame on others and give so many  excuses..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;admit your mistake..!! don't blame on  others..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;you gain nothing if you keep giving  excuses..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sign Off ( Anwar Yusoff )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/4775972313176574001-6536043801070610373?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6536043801070610373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6536043801070610373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6536043801070610373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6536043801070610373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-uLsB10A-w3E/TkFzAP_YrxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aLA4HygxmsM/s72-c/mistake-46675802d6a671eef218a519585250a1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-7638304825086682328</id><published>2011-08-08T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:17:03.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;attitude..!! attitude..!! attitude..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJI77xw1qQI/Tj7Hgz1SDaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gy9KU2Z64Qk/s1600/attitude-cat-and-lion.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJI77xw1qQI/Tj7Hgz1SDaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gy9KU2Z64Qk/s320/attitude-cat-and-lion.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;yes I'M NOT PERFECT..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;we're not perfect..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but can't we change to be a better  person..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;why should we keep repeating those bad  attitudes..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;which in the end give a bad impression toward  ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-4WjGl3NMQ/Tj7H0bT49uI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DTbbJ0b2bnI/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-4WjGl3NMQ/Tj7H0bT49uI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DTbbJ0b2bnI/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;do we want to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loved by just  some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hated by  many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;once a person have a bad impression toward  you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; it's hard for them to see your good job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;because the 1st impression give a great impact on  you..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you want others to respect you, you have to  respects others first..!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Is  it fair to those innocent peoples..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;well it's not the time to blame each  others..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;we're big enough and matured to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;which one is good and which one is not.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;come on..!! lets change..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;SIGN OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7638304825086682328?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7638304825086682328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7638304825086682328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7638304825086682328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7638304825086682328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-mJI77xw1qQI/Tj7Hgz1SDaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gy9KU2Z64Qk/s72-c/attitude-cat-and-lion.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-8739459856432339726</id><published>2011-08-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:40:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4b1w9il6s/Tj18VW_Yg0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WSOrsqQqnCM/s1600/insomnia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4b1w9il6s/Tj18VW_Yg0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WSOrsqQqnCM/s320/insomnia1.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been finding it hard to sleep at night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i'm super duper tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind just refuses to shut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people wonder what i run on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my remedy? headphones and good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always liked silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've liked spending time in my own head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesn't help me sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blasting music drowns out the overactive thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can finally sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny thing is that there are times where i can't fall asleep unless  there's complete silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a weird kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. did you notice how many times i used the word 'sleep' in this post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-8739459856432339726?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8739459856432339726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=8739459856432339726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8739459856432339726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8739459856432339726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/insomia.html' title='Insomia'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-1z4b1w9il6s/Tj18VW_Yg0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WSOrsqQqnCM/s72-c/insomnia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-8685654393562653735</id><published>2011-08-06T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:57:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misdiagnose nauesea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCBlXgu0tdc/TjzWAapKwPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SaZDtXKxAdo/s1600/tumblr_lmtioryoMp1qbn5gro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCBlXgu0tdc/TjzWAapKwPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SaZDtXKxAdo/s320/tumblr_lmtioryoMp1qbn5gro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Barney tired of  the world too. Sobriety was far too much to handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: x-small;"&gt;TIRED TIRED TIRED TIRED TIRED ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The world is  full of shit. No wonder even Barney's found wasted on the street.&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/4775972313176574001-8685654393562653735?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8685654393562653735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=8685654393562653735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8685654393562653735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8685654393562653735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/misdiagnose-nauesea.html' title='Misdiagnose nauesea'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/-TCBlXgu0tdc/TjzWAapKwPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SaZDtXKxAdo/s72-c/tumblr_lmtioryoMp1qbn5gro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-3625097799805735034</id><published>2010-10-27T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:02:24.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>I CANT STAND IGNORANCE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-3625097799805735034?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3625097799805735034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=3625097799805735034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3625097799805735034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3625097799805735034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/10/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-6280851118314191349</id><published>2010-09-09T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:16:51.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Hari Raya Wishes 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is coming to an end now&amp;nbsp;. And&amp;nbsp;tomorrow will be one of the biggest annual celebrations for all Muslims worldwide. It will be a celebration of victory for all who succeeded in completing their duties during Ramadhan as well as to welcome the month of Syawal. How fast the days have moved, it seemed only yesterday I’ve just started fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to take this opportunity to wish all my family, friends, colleagues and business associates Happy Holidays! and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, maaf zahir dan batin. I would like to also apologize for any wrong doings or harsh comments I might have made to everyone. We are only human so are prone to making mistakes. Do take care of yourself and your loved ones during this festive period, especially if you’re planning to travel long distances. Check your transportation and make sure you allocate enough time for delays and congestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off&lt;br /&gt;Nanaki Uzumaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6280851118314191349?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6280851118314191349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6280851118314191349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6280851118314191349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6280851118314191349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-september-2010.html' title='9 September 2010'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-3895027201395091066</id><published>2010-03-07T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:13:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I can't give up! If I keep walking without ever stopping, I'll make it to you!" -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is what he said when he's training on a new technique for the purpose of pursuing Sasuke. I really like the words used for subbing the said episode. It contains simple sets of phrases that can be used to motivate one self to continue pursuing and doing anything it can to succeed or to reach what someone wants. It's a gold mine quote for me. I really love anime it shows an unreal world but speaks of reality of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/S5MLgGgrzKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z9MvffOXtHY/s1600-h/10427_1100107877059_1657554467_246461_8090186_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/S5MLgGgrzKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z9MvffOXtHY/s320/10427_1100107877059_1657554467_246461_8090186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-3895027201395091066?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3895027201395091066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=3895027201395091066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3895027201395091066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3895027201395091066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/naruto.html' title='Naruto'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/S5MLgGgrzKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/z9MvffOXtHY/s72-c/10427_1100107877059_1657554467_246461_8090186_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-4530811394661914782</id><published>2010-02-24T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:57:39.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>240210</title><content type='html'>Me, I’m dishonest. And a dishonest&amp;nbsp;people you can always trust to be dishonest—honestly! It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly… stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-4530811394661914782?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4530811394661914782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=4530811394661914782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/4530811394661914782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/4530811394661914782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/02/240210.html' title='240210'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-2204202362049077548</id><published>2010-02-23T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:22:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>230210</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FLUTTERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote one whole blog post on this and it is extremely weird behaviour, even for me. And this is to account for the abnormal Anwar Nanaki whom you have been interacting with for the past few months ( gosh, it has been more den 1 years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, i am going to let everything status quo and not try to be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This too shall pass. I hope. I mean , the whole fluttering thing. I am not sure this is the right thing to be now. Or any time in future for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL, who am i kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIGN OFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-2204202362049077548?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2204202362049077548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=2204202362049077548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2204202362049077548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2204202362049077548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/02/230210.html' title='230210'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-1450985706444738415</id><published>2010-02-22T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:27:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>220210</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AS IF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realised, that i'm done with drama. Not forgetting faking myself infront of those who i want tho appear with. I believe the time s up. No more faking and pretending to be ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It takes so much effort to fake around those you happenened to dislike , dont you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wondered how these FAKE people do it all the time?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've met so many fake people, with their plastic faces and smiles, and i wondered. It must have take plenty of work and effort to go arou nd, "pretending" to like everybody, and assuming that eveyone likes you in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usually you would want to question their motives, why appear fake infront of you, when they dislike you in the very first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Next resolution, Avoiding the fake people all together, not forgetting&amp;nbsp; to simplu cut of the drama, Who needs it!!!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for your query, no... we dont have any drama, everyone is moving on rather fine, we are just simple and happy, thanks for your concerned though and i appreciate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIGN OFF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1450985706444738415?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1450985706444738415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=1450985706444738415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1450985706444738415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1450985706444738415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/02/220210.html' title='220210'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-3357517757453945553</id><published>2010-02-21T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:28:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday  211010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being popular can be a bitch , yes, its true you know. The more popular you get, there are people who tend to dislike or hate you. but then again, you cant stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write something that probably sounded&amp;nbsp; bitte and rather bitchy, but i find it utterly useless. because i feel that there is no way to please human beings that you came in contact with. Those who like you, good larh. Those who hated your guts or probably your lifestyle, you cant&amp;nbsp;do anything much about it, now can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change because "some" people dislike you. I think the need to change is vital, when things get too negative. let say, people mentioned that you are rude, so u can change and be less rude. People mentioned that you are always late, and never come on time, and it drives them nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to realise that they are right, and make the effort to come early , for me , i know that i am not the perfect human being. I do have flaws and i admit it, but i can never stopped people from judging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that at times when i'm work , i have this sudden mood swings that its inevitable.sometime, i can be so quiet, then i can rather be loud, the next minute, i will be having my dark clouds on top of my head. and i hated it when people ask me why i was moody or quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i can change something about myself, while i'm at work its draining to have all these moods in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-3357517757453945553?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3357517757453945553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=3357517757453945553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3357517757453945553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/3357517757453945553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-211010.html' title='Sunday  211010'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-6920262538385389561</id><published>2009-09-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:16:46.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 September 09</title><content type='html'>I set out today to do some 1200 m intervals. After last week’s extreme FAIL where I didn’t even manage to get through the first interval, I was determined to get something positive out of this week’s session. Technically, the plan called for 6×1200, but I was being more realistic by shooting for 4×1200. Here’s how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;nbsp;km warmup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 m in 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 m in 4:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 m in 3:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 m in 1:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 m in 3:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 m in 1:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished at Easy pace to total 8 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wussed out a little but instead of quitting I just broke the final 2 1200’s into more manageable 800’s and 400’s. I even ran them slightly faster for good measure! So, I spent a total of 3&amp;nbsp;km at roughly 6:00 min/mile pace. I’m going to be happy with that. I need something to hang my hat on and from which I can gradually improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6920262538385389561?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6920262538385389561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6920262538385389561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6920262538385389561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6920262538385389561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-september-09.html' title='12 September 09'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-2139470178555031929</id><published>2009-09-11T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:14:02.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110909</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week, this week started out well, but soon turned sour. It was another stressful week at work and there were physical manifestations: tightness in my chest, light heartedness during runs, lack of sleep, etc. I ended up taking Friday off out of pure lack of enthusiasm. I tried to come back with a ten km Friday morning, but the shortness of breath held me to 6 km. I did have a pretty solid four km that afternoon so I still got 10 for the day. Not knowing how I was going to deal with the long run, I reluctantly opted for the treadmill Saturday morning. Aaron was nice enough to join me, despite having run on the treadmill all week (he did 20 on the mill Monday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That run went pretty well. I varied my pace between 10 min/km and 8:30 min/km. Around 8km, I started to smell myself. I was wearing shoes I had worn during a rainy run on Tuesday and they smelled really, really bad. I pointed this out to Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, that’s you?” he said, “I thought it was that guy over there.” A few seconds later, he was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man, that’s pretty putrid, I might have to call this one at 12 km.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did indeed call it at 12 km. Once he had ceased running, he was able to use all his energy to rip on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what you’ve got?” he asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. “You’ve got the stanky leg. You ever heard that song?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to confess that I hadn’t. Meanwhile, Aaron tried to recall the beat while stretching. Sadly, he was unable to pull it up on his handphone so he just had to work out the music and lyrics himself. He turned his back to me to stretch his quads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you got the stanky leg!” he exclaimed, laughing just as a woman walked in front of him with her head phones on. She paused and removed her headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me?” She asked. Niiice. I couldn’t wait to see how this would play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I was talking to him,” Aaron said pointing to me. Somehow, she was satisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what do you think they’re doing down there?” she asked, pointing to a group of people downstairs doing jumping jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like some kind of exercise class, ” replied Aaron. I’m flabbergasted at this point. He tells her she’s got the “stanky leg” and now she’s trying to flirt with him? That’s bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I polished my run off at 12.5 km (a new personal treadmill distance record) and stretched. For those who are curious, this is the stanky leg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (after work): Threshold intervals totalling 7 km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday PM(10PM): 3 km at 8:06 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday PM(10PM): 6km at 8:49 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday PM: 4km&amp;nbsp; in the pouring rain at 7:53 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday AM/PM: 1200 and 800 m intervals at 9:20 pace ( Got chance for HLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday PM: 3 km at 8:31 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday AM: 6 km at 9:59 pace ( Got chance for HLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday PM: 4 km at 8:13 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 13km at 9:36 pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 53km (somewhere there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, another 2 days off and I still got 53 km!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-2139470178555031929?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2139470178555031929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=2139470178555031929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2139470178555031929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2139470178555031929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/09/110909.html' title='110909'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-5878726448735455857</id><published>2009-08-25T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:44:49.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SpP-j4hhX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KfqL1XfiNPU/s1600-h/path_business2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SpP-j4hhX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KfqL1XfiNPU/s400/path_business2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am wondering what you people have planned for the life ahead of you. Also, do  you have set goals that you're planning on achieving? If so, what are they? I  know, we all plan on doing something or being someone when we are really young..  some of us actually become that person. but as my mom told me, 'you don't always  get what you want.' Anyway, post up what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me myself, I'm 21 going on 22.. and when i was four, i wanted to be a ninja. so i was enrolled in school track and field during my ITE. &lt;img alt="ph34r.gif" border="0" src="http://www.trap17.com/forums//style_emoticons/default/ph34r.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;  Since then, i have 5  golds/1st places and three bronze medal. i also though i was going to be a police  because i have 5/6 Uncle who are all policemen(and one is a CID), and so  is my bestfriend MJ. but my one uncle told me i didn't have to be what they are. (he does  finance or whatever) Now, I just have athletic and Naruto fan as my  hobbie. I currently share an Entrpreneur bussiness with my best friend/cousin and KAI HOE. so i'm  insterested in the bussiness field now. I was thinking about becoming a pro bio Medical study (because i prollie could be [Medical Ninja!]) but i know that  my family wants me to go to college. &lt;img alt="biggrin.gif" border="0" src="http://www.trap17.com/forums//style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;  So now i dedicate an hour of my time everyday to studying for the DIPLOMA (even  though i juz touch on business module) I've realized now that the key to succeeding is  to have your priorities straight. There's time for studying, school, girlfriend,  games, going out, working out, sleeping, eating, and whatever. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SIGN OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ANWAR YUSOFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5878726448735455857?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5878726448735455857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5878726448735455857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5878726448735455857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5878726448735455857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/08/25-august-2009.html' title='25 August 2009'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/SpP-j4hhX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KfqL1XfiNPU/s72-c/path_business2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6679025243777363539</id><published>2009-05-24T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:41:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;When the Wind blow.... all i can hear is the trees sway and leaves rustle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 21. All 21. All alone.but of course i not mention to my close one. Now is the time. But it doesn't seem like it. What is wrong? I don't know. Well i really do not wanna waste time. So i stick to my decisions. I stick to my choices. I just stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will need a future. A bright future. I will need income. Good income. I will need education. What's education for? For work, of course. And behind all these complex worldly issues, it's faith. Because you need to have good answers for such questions: What am i on Earth for? Where will i go after i die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will think of more important questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now as the wind blows and the leaves rustle, and 1 door closes and another opens. . . i shall end with and excerpt from Tom Hanks in Cast Away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I gotta keep living. Keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise again. Who knows what the tide brings. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6679025243777363539?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6679025243777363539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6679025243777363539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6679025243777363539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6679025243777363539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-8296928285305592501</id><published>2009-05-20T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:50:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track N Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/ShP8f0ui_UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0NSf4WXS6ec/s1600-h/20022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887607024188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/ShP8f0ui_UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0NSf4WXS6ec/s400/20022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"TRACK N FIELD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track and field is a sport that tests a wide range of physical abilities. From the 100m dash to the 3000m steeplechase and up to the gruelling marathon, different physical attributes such as speed, agility and endurance are tested. However, every event will test a particular or a few main physical abilities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 100m dash is purely a speed event. Reaction time is no more greater in importance than in any other events. It is also the most psychologically pressurizing event over a short period of time. Any mistake can cost greatly. There is no time to rectify any mistake during the dash. It measures explosive speed and power.As the events progress in distance, for example, the 200m and 400m runs, speed is no more the prime physical prerequisite. Another major component is introduced. It's endurance.200m and 400m runners will also show distinct different body structures from the 100m sprinters. They are leaner and less stocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is to accomodate the need to go fast over a greater distance.And near the end of the distance spectrum lies the 1500m, 5000m and 10000m events. The 5000m and 10000m are distance events. The 5000m event tests more of speed than the 10000m. The 1500m will naturally require greater speed ability than the 5000m and 10000m.Finally the most unique of the running events is the 3000m steeplechase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runners need not only have good endurance but also the agility and strength to hurdle 28 9.14cm barriers. In addition, one of the four barriers placed on the track is put behind a pit of water for the runners to land on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Sign Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-8296928285305592501?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8296928285305592501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=8296928285305592501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8296928285305592501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/8296928285305592501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/05/track-n-field.html' title='Track N Field'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/ShP8f0ui_UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0NSf4WXS6ec/s72-c/20022008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-1366397070087801203</id><published>2009-05-06T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:18:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons to why people blog. Some feel better after blogging. Some blog to air their views. Others may want to hone their writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think writing reflects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things talked about and the opinions expressed tells what kind of a personality one has.&lt;br /&gt;But all these are guesswork. Because what's discovered or observed is still subject to certain possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can he or she write differently from how he or she thinks? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1366397070087801203?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1366397070087801203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=1366397070087801203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1366397070087801203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1366397070087801203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-many-reasons-to-why-people.html' title=''/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7451232399900856655</id><published>2009-04-21T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:18:52.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/Se3jyZWgdTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WIEcWsESQoU/s1600-h/IMG_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164389187417394" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/Se3i3EnUboI/AAAAAAAAAII/UGrch-NGCtc/s400/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7451232399900856655?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7451232399900856655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7451232399900856655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7451232399900856655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7451232399900856655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-april-2009.html' title='21 April 2009'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/Se3jyZWgdTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WIEcWsESQoU/s72-c/IMG_3394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-5614407847993105314</id><published>2009-03-29T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:42:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/3/09</title><content type='html'>Morning i went out for jog from my place to Ten mile junction. and went back it again abt 3.5km. After dat went out wif my  mum , my sister and my brother in law to geylang serai for some fresh air. and den i went for foot reflexology whoa... been 3 month since i went there. i feel much energize after e foot massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much ard home... same old shit again.. Den 7.45pm right after mahgrib, i went out for nite jog, instead going to ten mile junction , i ran six round ard Limbang Park. Well coz there lot of other ppl jogging too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well dat all for e day. Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5614407847993105314?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5614407847993105314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5614407847993105314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5614407847993105314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5614407847993105314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/03/29309.html' title='29/3/09'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-2130579822152446158</id><published>2009-03-28T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:38:19.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28/03/09</title><content type='html'>Today, there nothing much, slacking around ard home. Suppose today we plan to go East Coast Park for Jogging but den i had a bad feeling dat going to rain and long distance from here to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i explore new road Park connector, All along from CCK park to Villa Verde den to Zhenghua Park is quite tiring but i'll get used to it. All i juz need to maintain my stamina and speed so dat i mentally prepare for watever race day comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dat all for e day. Looking forward to try new thing Good nite !! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-2130579822152446158?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2130579822152446158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=2130579822152446158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2130579822152446158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2130579822152446158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/03/280309.html' title='28/03/09'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-1851871494972434797</id><published>2009-03-27T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:06:05.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/3/</title><content type='html'>I always been told to take care of myself for many times.., recently i been sick for past few weeks and now i'm fully recover. YEah i miss my Jurong mates and i miss my MSCC member ard e same time.. Well i dunno maybe i too bonded wif them especially to my very close friend Qamarul, Arsyad, Syaiful, Hang SOng ( know as Band of Brothers) Sam and Gabriel.. and Also instructor Tiru, they all alknowledge me, inside in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my 4 SIR comrade,&lt;br /&gt;i juz got to noe dat my Twin brother David got his position well guess i cant write much abt camp becoz restrict to all NSF personnel. All i know... they all changed and getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My reflection&lt;/strong&gt;.. The only i can do are small insignificant , all i noe juz to run. I dont haf so much knowledge wat other ppl do, i cant save my best friend... i cant save my Family, my parents . I let my dad work so hard instead of myself.. Wat kind of son am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone do haf problem, and me... i carrying all by myself by not sharing wif others... somehow i wish to release my emotional here, well is not wrong to be emo rite? well ..yap... I dun haf strength for all this. All wouldnt listen to me because i was too weak. They wouldnt acknowledge me because i was weaker than them, That why i haf to get stronger, no matter wat e cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now all can do to gamble my Life, and i will put my life on e line. Well dat all for e day ... Good nite dude..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1851871494972434797?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1851871494972434797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=1851871494972434797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1851871494972434797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1851871494972434797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/03/273_5755.html' title='27/3/'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7703589694994147765</id><published>2009-03-27T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:37:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/3/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7703589694994147765?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7703589694994147765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>27/3/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5725966637248542185?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5725966637248542185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5725966637248542185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5725966637248542185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5725966637248542185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/03/273.html' title='27/3/'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-1778110160809217817</id><published>2009-02-23T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:54:58.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring some light into these dark times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1778110160809217817?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-7707672562960759072</id><published>2009-02-08T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:47:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/2/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came from a graveyard shift. Thank God I survived my 24-hour duty despite feeling ill. So, so tired that when I got home I almost forgot to change to my house clothes, lol! After a few minutes, I was off to dreamland and I was able so soundly slept for more than three (3) hours. Now am just taking time watching Youtube videos and blogging!:) Thanks guys for still taking time to visit my blog site!:) Be visiting you back all when I can. Have a blessed Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JErry Nanaki AKA Anwar Yusoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7707672562960759072?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7707672562960759072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7707672562960759072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7707672562960759072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7707672562960759072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/02/822008.html' title='8/2/2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-210203366738047607</id><published>2009-01-27T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:29:13.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Jan 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"On that day, you taught me that solitude is painful! I understand that so well right now. I have family, and I have friends but if you're gone... To me... It will be the same as being alone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and  To become Runner is my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-210203366738047607?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/210203366738047607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=210203366738047607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/210203366738047607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/210203366738047607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/01/27-jan-2009.html' title='27 Jan 2009'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7548688827687118604</id><published>2009-01-26T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:04:20.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/01/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The next Generation will always surpass the previous one and take their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7548688827687118604?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7548688827687118604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7548688827687118604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7548688827687118604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7548688827687118604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2009/01/26012008.html' title='26/01/2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-4087194649274398135</id><published>2008-12-25T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:45:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/12/2008</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I will wwork very hard, because i want to be aknowledge by others. That is what i thought when  i looked at Him. Bonds with others. Untill now, i had only knows them as hate and own selfishness, but i wonder , what is that bond that he longed for? Now i think i understand, even if only a little. Pain, Sadness  and joy. These feelings allow you to understand others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Nanaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-4087194649274398135?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4087194649274398135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=4087194649274398135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/4087194649274398135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/4087194649274398135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/12/25122008.html' title='25/12/2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-6658970988460999965</id><published>2008-12-08T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:14:19.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Teamwork are very important. I know i'm standing at a dangerous bridge, but i want to cross over that bridge by myself. If i cant make it to the other side, i NeVEr GrOW Up!!! So please dont take that Bridge away from me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6658970988460999965?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6658970988460999965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6658970988460999965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6658970988460999965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6658970988460999965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-december-2008.html' title='8 December 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-1437572245169112121</id><published>2008-11-25T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:48:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you had someone in your life who did more than that...who acknowledged your existence - even cared for you - wouldn't that person become the most important...treasured...person in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Nanaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-1437572245169112121?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1437572245169112121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=1437572245169112121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1437572245169112121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/1437572245169112121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-november-2008.html' title='25 November 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-9182542092822099530</id><published>2008-11-15T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:08:33.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Signs of someone falling in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is in the air, as we always say when someone is falling in love. People may differ in age, race, and religion and even on physique but you can easily distinguish signs of someone falling in love. These signs can be both physical and emotional signs. And when someone is obviously finding love in his heart, signs are becoming obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Physically, most people blooms when they are falling in love particularly women. You can see their eyes twinkling with so much happiness. It is a kind of happiness that displays lots of emotions. They are also very conscious of their appearance like being very choosy as to the type of clothes to wear, perfume to use, make-up style to wear as well as hair style to have. Others particularly guys, are obvious to have great appetite for food but find it hard to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People who are falling in love also display jolly actions. They are very active and cooperative. But there are also some who are dreamy or most of the time is caught into day dreaming. They also loved to do conversations and tell stories repeatedly about the person they are in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emotionally, people who are falling in love are inspired all the time. They are always in romantic mood to appreciate music particularly love songs, to write or read poetry about love, and to sketch or draw images about the people they adore. They are also very sensitive and touchy of every message given to them. Even small messages can meant a lot for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People who are falling in love seem to be sentimental too. They value everything that is associated with the person they are in love with such as gifts, letters, tokens and even candy wrappers. They also become thoughtful because they seem to remember all special events like birthdays, anniversary, first date, first kiss, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If even in a thousand crowd, someone can still recognize and determine the person special to his heart, then that is a sign of someone falling in love. If someone can freely accept the whole being of that special person, if someone can appreciates all he/she is doing and saying, if someone is after his/her safety and happiness and if someone wants to be always besides him/her, then that someone is absolutely falling in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jerry Nanaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: I CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE WIF YOU _ _ _ _ _!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-9182542092822099530?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/9182542092822099530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=9182542092822099530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/9182542092822099530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/9182542092822099530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/11/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling In Love'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-5973639418057110273</id><published>2008-11-05T22:57:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:22:03.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Without You, it Equivalent to Lonely that is all FRIENDSHIP about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there was a team,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Team Tampines. Platoon 4, Platoon 2 and my family with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally found friends with big smiles and be aknowledge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could carry within miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG3ehY8RXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fAdnP2U_8f4/s1600-h/1_899033970l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265191174359762290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG3ehY8RXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fAdnP2U_8f4/s400/1_899033970l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG3NRYmfQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ar_nx1ueyqw/s1600-h/1_658912063l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265190878005591298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG1xGpV2rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ur7chw_7afA/s400/1_398769626l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG1aWjDqdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lRBXDxc3g_I/s1600-h/1_226108047l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188903706667474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG1aWjDqdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lRBXDxc3g_I/s400/1_226108047l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG1FI2kOrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tfpFjmBuYOE/s1600-h/1_371655210l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188539253144242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG1FI2kOrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tfpFjmBuYOE/s400/1_371655210l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0473YxfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2KGl13wMvx0/s1600-h/1_589813929l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188329608496626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0473YxfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2KGl13wMvx0/s400/1_589813929l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG00WvNYuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1EooHTwUtp4/s1600-h/1_689940742l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188250922607330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG00WvNYuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1EooHTwUtp4/s400/1_689940742l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0viC8RNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JaC4Lecs0Vo/s1600-h/1_772522696l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188168058815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0viC8RNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JaC4Lecs0Vo/s400/1_772522696l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0pGux5YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/STOD9F9U_io/s1600-h/1_498494497l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188057647277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0pGux5YI/AAAAAAAAAFM/STOD9F9U_io/s400/1_498494497l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0hBVv5PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LbENXD23S4k/s1600-h/1_588356576l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265187918761157874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0hBVv5PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LbENXD23S4k/s400/1_588356576l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0bfj2X9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tQj02-R2vd0/s1600-h/1_468826732l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265187823794151378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG0bfj2X9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tQj02-R2vd0/s400/1_468826732l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5973639418057110273?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5973639418057110273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5973639418057110273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5973639418057110273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5973639418057110273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-november-2008.html' title='5 November 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/SRG3ehY8RXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fAdnP2U_8f4/s72-c/1_899033970l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-2570118831795024258</id><published>2008-09-13T01:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:33:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP BMT DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP GRADUATION DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245187439765450946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqmL6-PcMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-ydUE3R1RcU/s320/SAF+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql-twZnTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vJduoZXr4as/s1600-h/SAF+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245187212879437106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql-twZnTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vJduoZXr4as/s320/SAF+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql5UUnCrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/An60pg_u_2A/s1600-h/SAF+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245187120152644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql5UUnCrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/An60pg_u_2A/s320/SAF+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql0CZYX_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/S9ArC2FISDE/s1600-h/SAF5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245187029441470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMql0CZYX_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/S9ArC2FISDE/s320/SAF5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqlsaHpYjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2V53lrgCdoM/s1600-h/SAF+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqlmhmSgjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I6-VTGn7dcY/s1600-h/SAF+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186797298942514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqlmhmSgjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I6-VTGn7dcY/s320/SAF+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqljdQBJmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3--i7a7hN3Y/s1600-h/SAF+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186744592180834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqljdQBJmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3--i7a7hN3Y/s320/SAF+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186655353514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqleQz3KhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FH_-vxExpEc/s320/SAF+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186491215445810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqlUtWS_zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rHFHgARd87w/s320/SAF+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186400612774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqlPb078VI/AAAAAAAAADs/-tQB7y-PNZg/s320/SAF+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THe 9 weeks of BMT have changed me and allowed me to appreciate things more than before. When i first stepped into 4 SIR. I thought that i was going to waste 2 years of my life. However, when i look back at the 3 months BMT, i feel that this time has helped me understand myself better . I am more motivated and have more self-confidence. Having friends who have been through the tough times and commanders who have guided me, motivates me and i am more willing to give my best . Through these tough times. I have to come to appriciate my my family more. This journey will always stay with me and i will overcome the future challenges with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PTE Jerry Nanaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-2570118831795024258?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2570118831795024258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=2570118831795024258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2570118831795024258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2570118831795024258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/09/pop-bmt-day.html' title='POP BMT DAY'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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/__pZcb7XTXK8/SMqmL6-PcMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-ydUE3R1RcU/s72-c/SAF+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-2290345961828111617</id><published>2008-07-11T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:52:10.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A boy who live in the Men Heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the story of a boy who lived inside of a man, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy and man were the same person, with one heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but two minds between them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the boy wanted to run, the man would walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the boy wanted to cry, the man would shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the boy wanted to play, the man would work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy and the man did not see eye to eye on much of anything, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;except when it came to matters of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both the man and the boy loved and shared alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day the man decide to change himself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the boy was scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He feared he would be forgotten or left behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with all the other passing memories in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the man reassured the boy that he could not be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because who he had been, and he would become, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;were one and the same, and they would always remain alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This helped soothe the frightened boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and on that fateful day, both the boy and the man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;learned what strength was made of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At first, many people did not respect the man's wish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be humilated and looking down on his personality in the beginning the man was defiant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the boy inside reminded him of tolerance, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and this is how they both learned what patience could accomplish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After some time had passed the man grew wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the boy remembered all the sad stories- stories of other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little boys who had faded into memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, he made it a point to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He focused on remaining strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, one day, the man was called for National Service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy might have gone, but the man knew better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He knew that if he went, the innocent boy inside---- his better self--- would be lost forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So both the boy and the man learned courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the man took a stand, holding onto his religious beliefs, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he was stripped of all that the world thought made him special, and the boy became a survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On that day the boy and the man embraced forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the man knew that if he did not let go of his pain, their heart would harden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After much time had passed, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after struggling to carry on , the man was vindicated and his career returned to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although for man forgave, the boy remembered the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet, through this ordeal the man learned ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what faith insured, and the boy learned to endure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although the future proved promising and the life of the man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was rewarding, he would face many obstacles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and would continue to be tested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And though all of the joy, laughter, tears, and pain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the boy inside the man lived to tell the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He survived to share the glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JErry Anwar Nanaki :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-2290345961828111617?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2290345961828111617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=2290345961828111617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2290345961828111617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/2290345961828111617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/07/11-july-2008.html' title='11 July 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-3633409927746030243</id><published>2008-07-09T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:22:54.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SHTXUtNIcdI/AAAAAAAAADk/gn1WNioRhNk/s1600-h/Obito+Nanaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034618761277906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SHTXUtNIcdI/AAAAAAAAADk/gn1WNioRhNk/s320/Obito+Nanaki.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SHTXNO5D4vI/AAAAAAAAADc/szuUWdzzKaQ/s1600-h/Advance+Level.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034490364945138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SHTXNO5D4vI/AAAAAAAAADc/szuUWdzzKaQ/s400/Advance+Level.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Purpose of LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything that God created has a purpose. The sun has a purpose. The clouds have a purpose. Rain has a purpose. Trees have a purpose. Animals have a purpose; even the smallest insects, and fish in the sea have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how large or small, we were all born to accomplish a certain task. It is the knowledge of that purpose that enables every soul to fulfill itself. One person with knowledge of his life's purpose is more powerful than ten thousand working without that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is important for each of us to figure out why we were put here on earth by God. The importance of life is to accomplish the task we were given. Without working on this task, life is meaningless.Human beings have a basic need and desire to accomplish something before they die- to make a difference. When working toward this goal, man has hope and Energy. Therefore, it is essential that each of us learn what we were meant to do as early as possible in order to have a satisfying and productive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( Just like Uzumaki Naruto , " I WILL NEVER DIE , UNTILL I BECOME HOKAGE, THAT MY WAY OF MY NINJA ") His task to be Hokage, To protect his love one, dat will make hims stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your purpose may be bigger than mine or another person's, but that doesnt make mine any less important. God would not place a burden on a man's shoulders knowing he could not carry it, nor would he give a person without significance.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his or her own lessons to learn and obstacles to overcome. The expriences should not be weighed against each other because they are all equally important in the end. Each time i thought i had achieved my life's purpose, i discovered it was onky another step in my journey. I thought boxing and marathon would help me be that public "Typical Malay role Model" who was missing while i was growing up. I thought my purpose was to be that hero who showed children dat Typical Malay is beautiful. I thought my purpose was to be that champion who showed all different kind of races people they couldnt treat Malay or Indian like second class citizens. I learned that all of these accomplishments were important, but even more important. I gained a platform that allowed me to carry out my real mission, which has been to encourage all people to respect each other and to live in peace. I AM STILL DISCOVERING GOD'S PURPOSE FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sign off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerry Nanaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Service Countdown : 24 Hour left from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-3633409927746030243?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3633409927746030243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6216015222572346501</id><published>2008-07-06T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:16:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cant be bother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Said Also Don't Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen Also don't Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not Understand Also Don't Ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ask Also Don't Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do Also do Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrong Also Don't Admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Admit Also Don't Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Correct Also Not Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not Happy Also Don't Say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6216015222572346501?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6216015222572346501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6216015222572346501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6216015222572346501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6216015222572346501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/07/6th-july-2008.html' title='6th July 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7838271982586046782</id><published>2008-07-03T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:00:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SGxO232wVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TLMFgldMtJw/s1600-h/19062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218632772829074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SGxO232wVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TLMFgldMtJw/s400/19062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some days seem like a struggle to get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some are breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I question my purpose and reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But no answer has yet come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know there;s a purpose for me bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Than life itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But where do i begin to get these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Questions answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was put here to do great things and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make a difference in other's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some days i feel helpless and lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unimportant and useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other days i feel like i make all the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needed and wantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's never a balance, just a high and a low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when i hear about others who are helpless and lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who haven't even made it to smell a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel selfish for even having such thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i realize that my purpose is just that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To live, love, and enjoy life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sign off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7838271982586046782?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7838271982586046782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7838271982586046782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7838271982586046782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7838271982586046782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-july-2008.html' title='3 July 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SGxO232wVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TLMFgldMtJw/s72-c/19062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-7080437903436402308</id><published>2008-07-02T07:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:03:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ignorance of Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I look at you with so much disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For everything you stand for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For your Honor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For your Loyalty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think of you and the bile rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can you stand for so much good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can you expect so much good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When there is so much death in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People follow you with blind trust and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They look at you as if you stand for everything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their blind devotion makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I look at you I see what you truly are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are every dying creature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are every broken promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are every broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are everything that has gone wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are all things evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People give thanks to you when things go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They never see past the good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I see what you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would be angry too, if someone killed my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But haven't you deemed enough revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haven't you killed enough things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haven't you hurt enough people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are NO saint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are NO god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet we paint you as the ultimate creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's true, you are a creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A creator of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So why people stand in blind ignorance of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thinking you are the blooming flower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will stand apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alone in a world of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Knowing that that flower is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SIGN OFF&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/4775972313176574001-7080437903436402308?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7080437903436402308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7080437903436402308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7080437903436402308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7080437903436402308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/07/2nd-july-2008.html' title='2nd July 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-5429242264777655093</id><published>2008-07-01T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:03:32.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 July  2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I am from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a town that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the weeds that grow deep in the ground where they grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the gushing winds and the brownest dirt.I am from the Native Singaporean that are always on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the tumbleweeds that move in the wind as it blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a town that has everything as well as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the clearest water to the greenest grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the sun that brightens our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a place where kids go out to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a family with love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a family with a dad so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a world with troops into war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a family with a deed and legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a family with happiness and fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from the hardships and struggles that one might face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a world that will soon be yours to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a world with peace and destructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a place with many interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a place so little into called singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a place that I can call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am from a place for now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, have you ever wonder why are you here on earth?? Well.. Serious.. Why?? I mean, think about it for a second. Why was there an earth out here, why was there even human being like us in the first place? What is our purpose on this earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why? You mean, we are here just to live a meaningless life, trying to filll the void in our life by smoking, fornicating, going into relationship to relationship, abusing drugs.. Or to live a "NORMAL" life, study and study, go in poly, go into uni. After that find a "good" job, earn "big" bucks, drive "fast" cars. Then get a girlfriend/boyfriend and get married, have children, work harder somemore to provide for family. See the child grow up. Work even harder to support child to poly and uni. Grow older and subsequently just DIE peacefully' like that and the cycle repeat itself. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even if you think that you are living a very fruitful life now, but seriously, are you? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this post is not meant to provide you with solution, you have to find it from the Creator Himself. But one thing i know for sure is that we are not meant to live and die like this. There is more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sign off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5429242264777655093?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5429242264777655093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5429242264777655093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5429242264777655093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5429242264777655093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-july-2008.html' title='1 July  2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-6389317092718356734</id><published>2008-06-24T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:01:15.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A story of Real Friendship in my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, when I was a Teenage in Zhenghua Secondary  school, I saw a guy from my class was walking home from school.  His name was Terry.  It looked like he was carrying all of his books.  I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?  He must really be a nerd.'  I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of boys running towards him.  They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.  He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.  My heart went out to him.  So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.  As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'  He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'  There was a big smile on his face.  It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.  I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.  As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.  He said he had gone to private tuition before now.  I would have never hung out with a private tuition guy before.  We talked all the way home, and I carried his books.  He turned out to be a pretty cool guy.  I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends.  He said yes.  We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Terry, the more I can click with him.  And my friends thought the same of him.  Monday morning came, and there was Terry with the huge stack of books again.  I stopped him and said,  'Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!'  He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the next four years, Terry and I became best friends.  When we were seniors, we began to think about college.  Terry decided on Polytechnic, and I was going to College East ITE.  I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.  He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for Project Engineer on a Building Drafting scholarship.  Terry was valedictorian of our class . I teased him all the time about being a nerd.  He had to prepare a speech for graduation.  I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.  Graduation day, I saw Terry.  He looked great.  He was one of those guys that really found himself during in school.  He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.  He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!  Boy, sometimes I was jealous.  Today was one of those days.  I could see that he was nervous about his speech.  So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'  He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.  'Thanks,' he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.  'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.  Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach… but mostly your friends.  I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.  I am going to tell you a story.'  I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.  He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.  He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.  He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.  'Thankfully, I was saved.  My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'  I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.  I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realise it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.  With one small gesture you can change a person's life.  For better or for worse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dat e reason why i name myself "Jerry" to remember,  Honor of my Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anwar Nanaki&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/4775972313176574001-6389317092718356734?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6389317092718356734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6389317092718356734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6389317092718356734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6389317092718356734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-june-2008.html' title='24 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7123285645532536358</id><published>2008-06-20T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:03:51.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFucldKHftI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UKbmJVI1ncg/s1600-h/Updated+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933160907636434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFucldKHftI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UKbmJVI1ncg/s200/Updated+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is this phenomena called emotion? We do not know why it exists and we cannot evade from it. Can you stop being angry when someone hits you? Okay if you don't feel angry, you will feel somewhat shocked, right? That is what i'm talking about. Shock is an emotion. when you are taken aback by something not expected of. This thing called emotion that exists in all human beings makes us humbled by our limitations. I am trying to say how vulnerable we humans are. We are vulnerable. Say you get a piece of sad news. Really very sad news. For example, someone very close passed away. How does that feel? Yes, that is what I'm talking about. It's not so much of a physical pain. It could be mental pain slightly. But it's emotional pain. And it just proves how weak and vulnerable we humans are. Can you avoid emotion? It's in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sign Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7123285645532536358?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7123285645532536358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7123285645532536358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7123285645532536358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7123285645532536358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-june-2008.html' title='20 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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://bp1.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFucldKHftI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UKbmJVI1ncg/s72-c/Updated+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6891130860621284134</id><published>2008-06-18T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:23:09.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFhxhl1XHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2IIzlfm-pD8/s1600-h/20022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213041390586896178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFhxhl1XHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2IIzlfm-pD8/s400/20022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Track N Field"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track and field is a sport that tests a wide range of physical abilities. From the 100m dash to the 3000m steeplechase and up to the gruelling marathon, different physical attributes such as speed, agility and endurance are tested. However, every event will test a particular or a few main physical abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 100m dash is purely a speed event. Reaction time is no more greater in importance than in any other events. It is also the most psychologically pressurizing event over a short period of time. Any mistake can cost greatly. There is no time to rectify any mistake during the dash. It measures explosive speed and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the events progress in distance, for example, the 200m and 400m runs, speed is no more the prime physical prerequisite. Another major component is introduced. It's endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;200m and 400m runners will also show distinct different body structures from the 100m sprinters. They are leaner and less stocky. This is to accomodate the need to go fast over a greater distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And near the end of the distance spectrum lies the 1500m, 5000m and 10000m events. The 5000m and 10000m are distance events. The 5000m event tests more of speed than the 10000m. The 1500m will naturally require greater speed ability than the 5000m and 10000m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the most unique of the running events is the 3000m steeplechase. Runners need not only have good endurance but also the agility and strength to hurdle 28 9.14cm barriers. In addition, one of the four barriers placed on the track is put behind a pit of water for the runners to land on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6891130860621284134?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6891130860621284134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6891130860621284134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6891130860621284134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6891130860621284134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-june-2008.html' title='18 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFhxhl1XHzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2IIzlfm-pD8/s72-c/20022008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-6323118816838096725</id><published>2008-06-16T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:40:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFZDAcey4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVMPNf9azIk/s1600-h/10012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212427293652345394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFZDAcey4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVMPNf9azIk/s400/10012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We use energy everyday. Electricity, petroleum and lunch. Life will be a standstill without any of these. This web of energy transfer and transmission is very very complex and systematic. Am I contradicting myself? Well complex because there are an infinite number of interconnections of the energy transfers. Systematic because the interconnections enable each need to meet it's fulfillment. Food is obtained from plants. Food is for lunch. Lunch gives energy for you to survive another day's work. And plants rely on water, air and sunlight to grow. That's the interconnection of energy transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me realize how important the Sun is. It's amazing what the rays of the Sun can do. It caused the weather. It caused rain. Water rushes through the dam gates. And so we have hydroelectric power to keep the lights on in homes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty scary to imagine life without the Sun. The visual imagination is quite scary. Then Earth will be illuminated by lights. We'll need many many lights. Across the streets and anywhere possible. Then we'll realise the lighting power of the Sun. When the Sun lights up the Earth, it is almost everywhere. Across and throughout the sky. Lighting the Earth on our own will be nothing compared to what the Sun can do. So we'll need the power stations to give energy to light up. We need to burn fuel to generate the energy. And fuel can deplete, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leaves us to plunge into total darkness, sooner or later, without the Sun. At first when there is no Sun, we could still light up from our power stations. But not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sun is an enormous ball of fire great enough to lead some people to worshipping it. But a god in that property seems furious all the time, engulfing whatever existent. Is that God? Or is God the One who created the Sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-6323118816838096725?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6323118816838096725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=6323118816838096725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6323118816838096725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/6323118816838096725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/16-june-2008.html' title='16 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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://bp3.blogger.com/__pZcb7XTXK8/SFZDAcey4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVMPNf9azIk/s72-c/10012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775972313176574001.post-5072405192452998575</id><published>2008-06-15T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:46:43.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When the Wind blows, and all i can hear is the tree sway and leaves rustle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm 21. All 21. All alone. Now is the time. But it doesn't seem like it. What is wrong? I don't know. Well i really do not wanna waste time. So i stick to my decisions. I stick to my choices. I just stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need a future. A bright future. I will need income. Good income. I will need education. What's education for? For work, of course. And behind all these complex worldly issues, it's faith. Because you need to have good answers for such questions: What am i on Earth for? Where will i go after i die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think of more important questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now as the wind blows and the leaves rustle, and 1 door closes and another opens. . . i shall end with and excerpt from Tom Hanks in Cast Away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta keep living. Keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise again. Who knows what the tide brings. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off  ( Re-Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5072405192452998575?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5072405192452998575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5072405192452998575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5072405192452998575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5072405192452998575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/15-june-2008.html' title='15 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-5195979187914305531</id><published>2008-06-14T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:40:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you seen other blogs? They talk about personal lives. One will tell what the writer did from the moment he woke up to the time he turns in. Is that great? Another will be about the all- too- common relationship problems, some crushes here and there and the insidious gossiping. Gossiping is clearly bad. We have seen what is common. And what stands out. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the point of blogging? To pass time? As a pastime? We have heard that writing can be a therapeutic process. That explains how writing a personal diary helps for many people. I believe that blogging is a good way to express your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to make (&lt;strong&gt;JERRY NANAKI MEDICAL NINJA&lt;/strong&gt; ) different. I try to make it simple yet wide. I try to generate wide ideas. New ideas. New insights. I am not trying to break free from the norm for no particular reason. You have to know something about pop culture. It is not always right. Jerry Nanaki captures that. In new ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a beauty in putting complex ideas into simple words. There is a beauty in understanding between various cultures. Expressing in a concise and accurate way is a skill. How are you supposed to reach a global audience without adhering to the rules of a unified language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerry Nanaki wears a new attitude. It's objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sign Off Anwar Yusoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5195979187914305531?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5195979187914305531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5195979187914305531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5195979187914305531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5195979187914305531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-june-2008.html' title='14 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-7888274583538121617</id><published>2008-06-13T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:29:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that true, why do you still treasure that picture book so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Two children on the cover are you and your brother, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that book so precious to you? Because it's the only thing that proves that you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost your emotions as much as you like to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Human Being can fully throw away their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fact that you accepted the book back and say "thank you" proves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt relieve when i handed it to you. The reason why you don't want to let go of that picture book.. .. is because you can't give your image you have of yourself as a little brother.. Do you know why??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your ties with your brother were important to you!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to destroy the bond you share with your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just being concern about you... don't be so ego ..Just take your time to think about it la... Time for me to sleep now.. take good care and good nite.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-7888274583538121617?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7888274583538121617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=7888274583538121617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7888274583538121617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/7888274583538121617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-june-2008.html' title='13 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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-4775972313176574001.post-5405208722328296662</id><published>2008-06-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:24:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was boxing and Marathon runner, i would set a goal for myself to demonstrate to other people what could be done, and to prove to myself that anything was possible when i set a goal then worked to achieve it. We create our own realitities according to our thoughts and beliefs. The critic who told me what i couldnt do didnt know as well as i what i was capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Everyone wins and everyone loses every now and again. If we didnt exprience a loss we would never know what we are capable of. The important thing to remember is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You dont really lose when you fight or race for what you believe in. You lose when you fail to fight for what you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm going to share a little secret with you. Running has always been a source of my stamina. Early in my Career i learned to run untill i was tired, then run even more after that. But all the Running i did before the fatique and pain was just the introduction to my workout. The real conditioning began when the pain set in. That was when it was time to start pushing. That was when i would count every mile as extra strength and stamina.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What counts in the Rings or in the race is what you can do after you exhausted. The same is true of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Outrun the people who quit when they feel discomfort, outrun the people who stop because of despair, outrun the people who are delayed because of prejudice, outrun the people who surrender to failure, and outrun the opponent who loses sight of the goal. Because if you want to win, the WILL can never retire, the race can never stop, and faith can never weaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT THE WILL MUST BE STRONGER THAN THE SKILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something deep inside- a desire, a dream , and a vision. They have to have te skill and the will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sign off Jerry Nanaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775972313176574001-5405208722328296662?l=jerrynanaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5405208722328296662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775972313176574001&amp;postID=5405208722328296662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5405208722328296662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775972313176574001/posts/default/5405208722328296662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerrynanaki.blogspot.com/2008/06/11-june-2008.html' title='11 June 2008'/><author><name>JerryNanaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152270255586804187</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></feed>
