<?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-7677153</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:59.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am  ME a human being ? NO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114576403776608395</id><published>2006-04-23T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:47:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tata</title><content type='html'>yesterday went out with Day ANd Zhong for Dinner at Herren Thai resturant... &lt;br /&gt;Level 5 i think....&lt;br /&gt;something funny happen yesterday after the Dinner... We went out of Herren and standing outside de enterence... and der is a 20 years old girl standing alone, right infront of me. she caught me when she looked at me, smile at me. Her smile was so pure, cute.. &lt;br /&gt;den both my friend went up to take her number for me..&lt;br /&gt;argh.. don know wad is rght to do tat.... but i know as for now she haven reply my message, haha....&lt;br /&gt;love it or hate it.....&lt;br /&gt;life have to go on.... ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone took something form me and edit my messgae.... &lt;br /&gt;this is wad she have done.. take a look...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e measure of love is when u love without measure&lt;br /&gt;in life there's a very rare chance where u wld meet some tt u love&lt;br /&gt;and love u in return&lt;br /&gt;when u chance upon it don't ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;bcoz it may not come upon it again&lt;br /&gt;we spent too much time in finding e right person to love or&lt;br /&gt;finding faults in e person tt we already love&lt;br /&gt;but when we really truly love &amp; care for a person&lt;br /&gt;never look for their faults&lt;br /&gt;never look for answers in em&lt;br /&gt;never look for mistakes e made&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;fight e mistakes&lt;br /&gt;accept e faults&lt;br /&gt;overlook e excuses&lt;br /&gt;to love someone is 2 touch e heart of e another&lt;br /&gt;to make em feel loved&lt;br /&gt;evry single moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114576403776608395?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114576403776608395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114576403776608395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114576403776608395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114576403776608395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/04/tata.html' title='tata'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114503746273558522</id><published>2006-04-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:57:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to B....</title><content type='html'>ya.. today went out with Grace and XK... to TCC.....&lt;br /&gt;nth more to report... after tat&lt;br /&gt;have our Dinner at Adman Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my Very First Athletics Coach, Mr Quek.&lt;br /&gt;is been ages since i met him.&lt;br /&gt;have a short talk with him, got whole his contact munber.&lt;br /&gt;he offer me to join his team for run every saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more month to my tracker life...&lt;br /&gt;bert have to hang on...&lt;br /&gt;say bye to army and hello to track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think don have much to say....&lt;br /&gt;just tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114503746273558522?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114503746273558522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114503746273558522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114503746273558522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114503746273558522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-b.html' title='Back to B....'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114390410012026402</id><published>2006-04-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:08:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad or happy</title><content type='html'>went to Orchard to meet up with my crazy friend, Grace...&lt;br /&gt;  ha... went to makan with her, chit chat... Ya.&lt;br /&gt; didn't spend much time with her, coz have to meet up with my gang to catch &lt;br /&gt; ICE AGE 2... haha....&lt;br /&gt;  Took a Cab to Jurong Point, $ 12.40.. give the Uncle $14 and say keep the change.&lt;br /&gt;  ( Yong Sheng ME elyse Pris Min Shan )&lt;br /&gt;   haha Elyse and ME wear the same  Colour of Shirt.. PURPLE......&lt;br /&gt; after the movie, ME YS and Shan went for Dinner at MOS.&lt;br /&gt;  talked abt 1 of our Good Friend, recently turn to another person...&lt;br /&gt;  a person who give up everything, make herself down&lt;br /&gt;  really me make heart pain... wan to help her, but she don want.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    went back home! log in to MSn.. haha watiting for her to log in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114390410012026402?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114390410012026402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114390410012026402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114390410012026402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114390410012026402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-or-happy.html' title='sad or happy'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114382022030185959</id><published>2006-03-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:50:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long lo</title><content type='html'>is a long time me nv post lo... just get back from India. last week. me really enjoy over there even thou the training is tough, handing over the stuff is even worse, but is all over le.. Tough time flew faster than slack time ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieve a letter from MR25 today. it show all the RnR inside, contract of joining back the club. guess the time is up for me to go back to track, army is ending soon.. 8 more months la... haha.. but training have to start now.. really.. Marathon this year me must really break my PB... Singapore All Comer is thowing at me... Singapore Johor KL Open.. Panang half marathon... blah blah.. this is all me will go for this year.. Next year.. HA.. me am free from Army le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to know someone last week.. she is real cute....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114382022030185959?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114382022030185959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114382022030185959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114382022030185959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114382022030185959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-lo.html' title='long lo'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-114143459436382296</id><published>2006-03-04T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:09:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at Airport</title><content type='html'>haha...!! goin to India! NOw at Airport typing...&lt;br /&gt;Diao..... ya.. take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114143459436382296?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114143459436382296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114143459436382296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114143459436382296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114143459436382296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-airport.html' title='at Airport'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-114115013397125322</id><published>2006-03-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:08:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think me crazy</title><content type='html'>yaya!! keke!! First time goin to india.. feel a bit scare, also looking forward how India look like. mind is running very fast, time seem like crawling. &lt;br /&gt;Priscilla are you sending me off..... ??? ??? ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Brother, cant get Gold for my IPPT... SBJ is my weakest. &lt;br /&gt;Will Try Harder next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyse, Julie, Min Shan, Yong Sheng, Wen Wei, Salad, Shu Hui, Yet Feng, Tzuyu, Cindy, Rachel, Lily, Jennifer, Hester, Girelle and blah blah if Bert Miss OUt.... Break a Leg In Ur A level Result....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray For ME...... &lt;br /&gt;( 4/3 - 22/3 ) Away to India..... Army Training..&lt;br /&gt; Pray Bert be safe&lt;br /&gt; Family safe&lt;br /&gt; No Injury&lt;br /&gt; Everyday Good Day.&lt;br /&gt; Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114115013397125322?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114115013397125322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114115013397125322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114115013397125322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114115013397125322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/03/think-me-crazy.html' title='think me crazy'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-114114898463568242</id><published>2006-03-01T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:49:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL oUt oF LoVe</title><content type='html'>ALL oUt oF LoVe.. NiCe sOng.. hAhaHA..&lt;br /&gt;wah this song reallie veri nice lehz.. ahah.. nice nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying alone with my head on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt too but what else can we do&lt;br /&gt;Tormented and torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could carry your smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For times when my life seems so low&lt;br /&gt;It would make me believe what tomorrow can bring&lt;br /&gt;When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;Away from these long, lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too?&lt;br /&gt;Does the feeling seem oh, so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now?&lt;br /&gt;And said that I can't hold on?&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what are you thinking of&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right, believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong, so wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114114898463568242?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114114898463568242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114114898463568242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114114898463568242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114114898463568242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-out-of-love.html' title='ALL oUt oF LoVe'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114083497877220363</id><published>2006-02-25T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:36:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The measure of love is when you love without measure. In life, there are very rare chances that you'll meet the person you love n love you in return... dont let go of these chances if u ever found it... coz it might never come ur way again...&lt;br /&gt;we spent too much time lookin' for the right person to love or finding faults with those we already love... when you truly care &amp; love someone... dont look for their faults..dont look for answer...dont look for mistakes... instead, you fight the mistakes...accepts the faults and overlook the excuses.. to love is to touch the heart of the another..to let them felt love..every moment.......... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"think of this:&lt;strong&gt; Have you really cared for someone more than you expect?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to love inspite of all the pain?&lt;br /&gt;will you keep on loving even if she or he whispers someone else's name? will you...?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114083497877220363?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114083497877220363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114083497877220363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114083497877220363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114083497877220363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/02/measure-of-love-is-when-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-114083472036729217</id><published>2006-02-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:32:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and highly motivated&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Deep feelings&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;Firm standpoint&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled&lt;br /&gt;Systematic (left brain)&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck&lt;br /&gt;Good imagination&lt;br /&gt;Good debating skills&lt;br /&gt;Good physical&lt;br /&gt;Weak breathing&lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts&lt;br /&gt;Loves travelling&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home&lt;br /&gt;Restless&lt;br /&gt;Not having many children&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;High spirited&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn ons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability and dependability characterize Taurus. They like people who can blend and grow with them. If you have a Taurus partner you should appreciate all things bright and beautiful. They have an inherent artistic sense and are fond of color and music. Judge the life with them from purely materialistic point of view. Enjoy everything luxurious that money can provide. Enjoy good food (better if you can cook to please them) and good drinks with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn offs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus is very slow to anger (in fact you may spend the whole life with them and still no spark) but you should not push your luck too much. Being unreasonable or aggressive with them may get you into trouble. Do not press him into a corner and if you do be prepared for a violent rage. Taurus is capable of violent outbursts though this is on very rare occasions. If you have a roving eye forget it because Taurus have can take the cake when it comes to being possessive. They can be suffocating when being possessive about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your name begin with: H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek a mate who can enhance your zest for life ,fun &amp; everything You seek for. You will be very generous to your lover once you have Attained a commitment. You are very affectionate &amp; very strong. Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be very careful with your every move and equally cautious in your involvement's often as you believe that you have to look out for yourself. You are a sensual and patient lover. You will hold off till everything meets your full approval. You are a perfectionist, hard to satisfy and strong in your beliefs. Not influential, you always stand your ground. People can always count on you to stand by them in a crisis. You are a dreamer with/ a passion for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-114083472036729217?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/114083472036729217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=114083472036729217' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114083472036729217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/114083472036729217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/02/may-stubborn-and-hard-hearted-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-113672563469153990</id><published>2006-01-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:07:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are set back ?</title><content type='html'>set back ? &lt;em&gt;even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; but it it will not bring me down. in fact i 'm goin to learn from it. &lt;br /&gt; I'm not going to broad over what is lost but concentrate on the future and &lt;br /&gt; what is offers. &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes bad thing happen but no matter wad damage it inflicts, &lt;br /&gt; i will face it and move on. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Learn what you can from the experience so that you can use it to prepare &lt;br /&gt;  better for the next time and then you it behind you and carry on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an Ordinary leader only find Treasure in a Chest!&lt;br /&gt;  but a Exordinary Leader find Treasure even in a Trash!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-113672563469153990?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/113672563469153990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=113672563469153990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113672563469153990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113672563469153990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-are-set-back.html' title='what are set back ?'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-113609060491416898</id><published>2006-01-01T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:46:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting to 2006</title><content type='html'>Through my years of Running, Racing, Resting and Recovering that was a Pattern to my Running Career.If i were to summarising the phrase that would have best encapsulated my Career to that point would have been climbing the Ladder rung by rung. I was enjoying my running, fairly but still felt that there was a lot more to come.I Understood that there was no use rushing, my speed and strength were growing stronger as my body matured. I was absorbed in the day to day challenge of enjoying my running, stayinf fit and be preparing for the next race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mostly focus on each target at a time, race to race and season to season. &lt;/em&gt;Now is the end of season assessments, slight disappointment over not being able to get any medals. As long as i was improving and moving forward and mostly importantly, Happy there was no reason to Question whether the Journey was worthwhile. I knew that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Just came Back from Penang for a long Holiday. Really enjoy over &lt;br /&gt;          there, and the food(haha), the make some new friends. Looking forward to &lt;br /&gt;          go again, next year.&lt;br /&gt;          Thanks Everyone in Penang who take cares of me when i am there, i will &lt;br /&gt;          never forget you guy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;  -------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-113609060491416898?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/113609060491416898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=113609060491416898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113609060491416898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113609060491416898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2006/01/greeting-to-2006.html' title='Greeting to 2006'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-113181301990313604</id><published>2005-11-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:30:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some athletes are born&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Some are made&lt;/em&gt;. And then there are those, like me, &lt;strong&gt;who become athletes completely by accident&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As a runner, nothing has changed. Despite my best intentions, detailed training schedules and ever-increasing knowledge of the art of running, nearly every aspect of my running seems to happen by accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked of my my coach, i told him what can i do to perform to my max. He reply " &lt;em&gt;168 hours per week - train 40 hours of it&lt;/em&gt;. " which mean i left with 128 hours to sleep rest eat studies play  and so on and so for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The miracle isn't that I finished . . . The miracle is that I had the courage to start&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-113181301990313604?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/113181301990313604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=113181301990313604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113181301990313604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113181301990313604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-athletes-are-born.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-113102234476458969</id><published>2005-11-03T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:25:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of life had been consumed by running, resting,racing and recovering.&lt;br /&gt;when i first began to wirte a blog, i wondered what else could i write about?&lt;br /&gt;The detail of my life has shaped me as an athlete and a guy. &lt;br /&gt;if there is one message i want to get across, it is that i am passionate about the importance of sport in my lives and what it can bring to me. &lt;br /&gt;without sport I would not be the person I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletics has teaches me about myself, both my strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to respect and be more aware of my body, &lt;br /&gt;how it must look after and what must be done to get the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of Athletics I am more self-confident and outgoing that i would otherwise have been.           Sport have also shown me how to be more understanding and respectful of the achievements of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt how to handle cope and stress that life can throw at us.I do this sport because I love the act of Running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear is not winning or missing out on a medal, but the injury that might stop me from doing this very basic activity. It was a passion for Running that drew me into the sport and after the races are finished and Competivite challenges are over, the desire to run will still be there. i can't imagine living and not running.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is what I enjoy doing, getting out there and racing. And I will continue to do it as long as I am able. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winning isn't everything to me but Running and giving my all is&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i have come across tis engraved in the rocks, the words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Notre plus grand gloire n'est pas de ne jamais tomber mais de se relever a chaque fois que I'on timbe&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it read : " &lt;strong&gt;our greatest houner is not that we never fall down, but that we pick ourselves up again each time we fall&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so important in life. We should never be afraid to go after something that we want for fear of failure. We all need the courage to try, we may not go there straight away, sometimes we may never get there, but we must never be afraid to give all that we can go after our goals and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From  James Patterson's novel i found something uplifting because I have long felt but Never worked out into words. It is, I believe, relvant to everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;It was about five balls:life is about juggling five balls in the air. They are Health,Family,Friends, integrity and career/achievement. these ball are not the same; the important thing to remember is that the career ball is made of rubber but the others are more fragile. You can take more risk with the rubber ball. you may try to throw it higher and higher hops because if you do drop it, it will eventually bounce back. Normally, this ball wont suffer long-term damage. the other four ball need to be looked after more carefully. if you drop one of these it will be damage and it may even shatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it is a vaild analogy because it symbolises what is important in life and should be remebered. so long as we have our health, intergrity, family and friends we can overcome life's hurdles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-113102234476458969?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/113102234476458969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=113102234476458969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113102234476458969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113102234476458969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/11/most-of-life-had-been-consumed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-113072438412701726</id><published>2005-10-31T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:06:24.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday you asked me something&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt; So i told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;And you told me too&lt;br /&gt; Said you make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt; Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would answer all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-113072438412701726?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/113072438412701726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=113072438412701726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113072438412701726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/113072438412701726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-you-asked-me-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-112997806154437131</id><published>2005-10-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:00:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if 1 day i Die...&lt;br /&gt;i will die with no regret..&lt;br /&gt;Die Happy.... with A bIG sMILE ON MY fACE&lt;br /&gt;BecaUse I have Done All those Tat I Alway Wanted To...&lt;br /&gt;tell Me... How Many People Can Say That ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not Many.....&lt;br /&gt;i goin to fly like a eagle ONe day....&lt;br /&gt;like what i have alway say.. Ironman...&lt;br /&gt;thou i have not done it...&lt;br /&gt;but goin to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting at home after my operation...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep whole day and really cant do anything...&lt;br /&gt;eat got problem.. Bath.. sit.. even walk...&lt;br /&gt;don know how am i goi to spend the next few week&lt;br /&gt;until it recover....&lt;br /&gt;saving Money now....&lt;br /&gt;i can see my New Racer bike is coming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my friend who is taking their A and O level....&lt;br /&gt;Jia You ar&lt;br /&gt;... ! breAk a Leg ! ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-112997806154437131?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/112997806154437131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=112997806154437131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112997806154437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112997806154437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-1-day-i-die.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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-7677153.post-112973758178522339</id><published>2005-10-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:59:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ops !!!!</title><content type='html'>goin on a Surgery tml morning ...&lt;br /&gt;feeling a bit scare... my PC was great by giving me a wonderful one day off&lt;br /&gt;letting me to rest at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. the sun was burning at my butt until de late morning...&lt;br /&gt;went to Chinatown to eat with my dad for lunch.. den he went back to work again...&lt;br /&gt;ha... posting at 2355.. dad and mum still working...&lt;br /&gt;think i should be in de bed to.. not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few of my Good Friend is goin with me tml..&lt;br /&gt;Min Shan and Priscilla.... think Elyse and Juile coming a bit later&lt;br /&gt;actually Jennifer asked to come, but i turn down the offer..&lt;br /&gt;huh...  sad **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-112973758178522339?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/112973758178522339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=112973758178522339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112973758178522339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112973758178522339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/10/ops.html' title='ops !!!!'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-112938823340663623</id><published>2005-10-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:57:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happening to Me ?</title><content type='html'>goin on a small operation this coming thursday 2o oct....&lt;br /&gt;to cut away my lump from my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;feelin scare now.. cant really speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to celebrate Mok birthday today...&lt;br /&gt;xiao Zhu, Lan, Eric,YY, James&lt;br /&gt;when to lucky plaza Pizza hut...&lt;br /&gt;it look haunted there...&lt;br /&gt;de whole pizza hut only us.. haha very qiuet....&lt;br /&gt;so we sing a very loud Birthday song to MOK...&lt;br /&gt;After makan we all go our own way...&lt;br /&gt;lan and me when to suntec .. on my way there..&lt;br /&gt;i saw two of my friend "Jennifer, Hester "&lt;br /&gt;haha.... at suntec saw my CSM....&lt;br /&gt;... ( vert tired )&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;ya... just pray for me.. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-112938823340663623?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/112938823340663623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=112938823340663623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112938823340663623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112938823340663623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-happening-to-me.html' title='what happening to Me ?'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-112757722107800739</id><published>2005-09-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:53:41.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>getting into the next phase of my Army life, next week is my first CBT out field follong week got live firing. getting off on oct 3-5 &amp; 7.. . right after tat CBT again.. goin to my 4mtm and 2mtm phase on oct to dec.. siong.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 month to ORD... long way.. long way ... LONG WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of a world cross-country event is like riding a horse in the middle of a buffalo stampede. It's a thrill if you keep up, but one slip and you're nothing but hoof prints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-112757722107800739?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/112757722107800739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=112757722107800739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112757722107800739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112757722107800739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-into-next-phase-of-my-army.html' title=''/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677153.post-112651777665948712</id><published>2005-09-12T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:42:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak desires bring weak results</title><content type='html'>The starting point of all achievement is desire. Keep this constantly in mind. Weak desires bring weak results. Alway talking about others, Encourage them always but it don seem i encouraging Myself. a Bad Race for me during de AHM 21km Run on Spet 11, which is yesterday. Satrted off pretty fast at a pace of 4minutes per km, knowing tat my injury just recover. Cant really take the pain, stopped running at 13k mark. my keen is crying again. walked for about 500m den start my run again. Knowing tat my AiM Of hitting a sub 90min is gone, but not the race.&lt;br /&gt;( Feeling Fire right now.. Angry, Hot burning Fire ...... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677153-112651777665948712?l=tracker-niao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/feeds/112651777665948712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677153&amp;postID=112651777665948712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112651777665948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677153/posts/default/112651777665948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracker-niao.blogspot.com/2005/09/weak-desires-bring-weak-results.html' title='Weak desires bring weak results'/><author><name>cupid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17481653836091830808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
