<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:32:27.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Searching for "Ephrem"</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanted to pen down all my trains of thoughts, searches, questions while I search longingly for the guy whom I met 22 years ago...but sadly never kept in touch. This blog captures and records my search for him, hoping that our paths will cross again (soon),my random, daydreaming thoughts of him while I get on with life.... my yearn for him.....Ephrem...hope you'll get to read this.....one day....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-5318325636051046217</id><published>2008-01-01T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:38:11.622Z</updated><title type='text'>2008....Happy New Year dear Eph</title><content type='html'>Eph.....am sure your Christmas was meaningful, special &amp;amp; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was....except that I should not have spent it in a Muslim country...where azan was booming when it should have been praises &amp;amp; joyous singing to the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it wuld be, if we were to celebrate Christmas together?&lt;br /&gt;would there be lots of cooking &amp;amp; eating?&lt;br /&gt;would there be lots of joy &amp;amp; sharing of laughter?&lt;br /&gt;would there be lots of love?&lt;br /&gt;would there be peace, harmony &amp;amp; happiness amongst family members?&lt;br /&gt;would there be a silent &amp;amp; joyous grateful thanksgiving in rememberance of our Lord Jesus' birth &amp;amp; what Christmas truly means?&lt;br /&gt;on the other side, what would our feelings of each other be?&lt;br /&gt;platonic friendship?&lt;br /&gt;close acquaintance?&lt;br /&gt;close long-lost-now-found friends?&lt;br /&gt;or more than those mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;(would there be a chance for our lips to meet &amp;amp; linger on, during the countdown?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very sure your 2007 was filled with memorable moments, sweet memories &amp;amp; happy milestones, matured perspectives, conquered challenges, fulfilled goals &amp;amp; achieved ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are now, at this moment in time, I wish you a very Happy 2008.&lt;br /&gt;May this year bring you great joy, lots of love,&amp;amp; happiness, successes in all that you undertake, victories in all your aims, goals &amp;amp; ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;May this year also bring you closer in your walk with the Lord, to know Him more personally &amp;amp; intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, dear.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord Jesus bless you richly &amp;amp; abundantly this year &amp;amp; all the years to come!AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-5318325636051046217?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/5318325636051046217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=5318325636051046217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5318325636051046217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5318325636051046217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008happy-new-year-dear-eph.html' title='2008....Happy New Year dear Eph'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-5854780638176727145</id><published>2007-12-18T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:12:29.896Z</updated><title type='text'>My temper...</title><content type='html'>Hi Eph...&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew my top today.....I was fuming... and burst out...kicked the door...threw out the luggage that was the cause of the blowup&lt;br /&gt;1 thing I hate, is being nagged at&lt;br /&gt;I truly detest that. truly hate being nagged &amp;amp; anyone who's a nag&lt;br /&gt;and worse, if that someone happens to be a male, instead of female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?!&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it that a guy can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a nag??! is really beyond me....&lt;br /&gt;funnily, the day didn't start off bad...it was only after dinner &amp;amp; when the nagging started....oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the date of my last post, I realized it's has beena logn while since I lasted posted...&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you're not in my mind though...just didn't have the time (was in the midst of preparation for a mega impt paper) and when that was over, I was busy...rejoicing! watching kdrama marathon....and plainly enjoying the Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great time of celebration...now, I'm in the midst of clearing up my room, getting ready for expansion &amp;amp; increases...I need to extend the place of my tents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always somewhat mentally overwhelming but this is the ONE very thing that I need to eliminate out of the way in order to somewhat mentally progress onward &amp;amp; keep progressing forward...so I need to grit my teeth &amp;amp; push on, no matter how mentally overwhelming it might be...this is the final time I'm going plod through the rut &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;therafter, no more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It will be victory form here onwards.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God promised that He'll never leave nor forsake me. His Grace is more than sufficient for me to meet all my needs for the day. Praise Jesus. AMEN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-5854780638176727145?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/5854780638176727145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=5854780638176727145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5854780638176727145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5854780638176727145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-temper.html' title='My temper...'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-5019959327993005376</id><published>2007-11-09T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:57:41.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Food, food, FOOD</title><content type='html'>Eph dear...&lt;br /&gt;heard that there's this great Nyonya stall at p.Tikus mkt..&lt;br /&gt;selling all great kinds of Nyonya dishes, including nasi ulam&lt;br /&gt;you bring me there can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, this again, great kerabu mee siam by an old uncle..&lt;br /&gt;we track him down &amp;amp; makan this can?&lt;br /&gt;can?!&lt;br /&gt;I really, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to go to the P.Tikus market....&lt;br /&gt;been long time...&lt;br /&gt;have heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much about it&lt;br /&gt;beh tahan oredi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-5019959327993005376?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/5019959327993005376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=5019959327993005376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5019959327993005376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5019959327993005376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/11/food-food-food.html' title='Food, food, FOOD'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-5240960176851547710</id><published>2007-11-04T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:12:08.467Z</updated><title type='text'>Where are you, Ephrem?</title><content type='html'>Where &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;I needed you so much, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a hug&lt;br /&gt;all I had was tears&lt;br /&gt;non stop flowing down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, today (&amp;amp; abit of yest) my eyes seemed like resevoir of tears...&lt;br /&gt;the tears just flowed&lt;br /&gt;I wept alot&lt;br /&gt;where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you?!&lt;br /&gt;I need you &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-5240960176851547710?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/5240960176851547710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=5240960176851547710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5240960176851547710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/5240960176851547710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-are-you-ephrem.html' title='Where are you, Ephrem?'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-4893806687120730516</id><published>2007-10-21T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:13:22.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, I thought of you lots...</title><content type='html'>If you noticed I haven't been posting...Not that I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;just that am in the midst of a very mega impt exams preparation&lt;br /&gt;and I just, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAN'T AFFORD TO SCREW &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;up this time&lt;br /&gt;just bear with me till post exams, ok?&lt;br /&gt;No posts doesnt mean you haven't been in my thots :-)&lt;br /&gt;just not extendedly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-4893806687120730516?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/4893806687120730516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=4893806687120730516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/4893806687120730516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/4893806687120730516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-i-thought-of-you-lots.html' title='Yesterday, I thought of you lots...'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-9015914053028436940</id><published>2007-09-26T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:24:11.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought alot today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;about things, about how I've lived, all these yrs in UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;things that I've done and not done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;things should have done but didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought about Life; in general, in specifics esp to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;my thoughts were alot calmer today than yesterday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;and came to some conclusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because today, God made His revelations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-9015914053028436940?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/9015914053028436940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=9015914053028436940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/9015914053028436940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/9015914053028436940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-7213191335341057545</id><published>2007-09-26T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:58:17.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;B...discouraged..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Discouraged. Have you ever felt discouraged? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;So disheartened,  downcasted and somewhat dejected so much so that everything seems gloomy, dull and grey? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I reckon with your level of intelligence, your positivism, your cheerfulness, that even if you ever felt down, you'll never be out; whenever you were downcasted, you'd easily lift yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'd go kick some balls, play some games, rock your head to some banging of drums and all would be fine and fine to face life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, at least you seem the sort to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* wish I'm like &lt;em&gt;that - positive, able to lift myself up easily and face life head on again after a fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the problem is, it's not 'a' fall...there were so many.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how, like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;B&amp;amp;B. hmmm.....God alone knows how badly b&amp;amp;b I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;how badly I need His healing Hands to touch &amp;amp; heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;to lift me up from all the bruises, struggles &amp;amp; battles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;did I tell you I'm crushed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, I teared so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so bad towards my dad, felt I've let him down so much and so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;no, not &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt;; I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;a billion apologies to him ain't enough to relate how badly I felt, for letting him down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;for failing him, time &amp;amp; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;for failing myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;for failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do I make amends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;and like I said in my previous post, everything is so overwhelming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;so overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know where to look even, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;where to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;don't know where &amp;amp; how to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;am I making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2693473447092911397-7213191335341057545?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/7213191335341057545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=7213191335341057545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/7213191335341057545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/7213191335341057545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/b.html' title='B&amp;B...discouraged..'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-8501900308998101209</id><published>2007-09-23T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:38:33.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....is Today, Your day?</title><content type='html'>Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;em&gt;today,&lt;/em&gt; your special day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B'day Ephrem..........&lt;br /&gt;Have a grand celebration..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-8501900308998101209?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/8501900308998101209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=8501900308998101209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/8501900308998101209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/8501900308998101209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/todayis-today-your-day.html' title='Today....is Today, Your day?'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-2625261766482864899</id><published>2007-09-05T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:01:27.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>彭羚 Cass Phang - Still Love You Most 仍然是最愛你</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXfHucDh6L4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=%E8%91%89%E8%92%A8%E6%96%87%20sally%20yeh"&gt;YouTube - 彭羚 Cass Phang - Still Love You Most 仍然是最愛你&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I've loved you when I first met you&lt;br /&gt;no matter whom you love in your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;I still only love you...and you alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-2625261766482864899?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/2625261766482864899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=2625261766482864899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/2625261766482864899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/2625261766482864899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/cass-phang-still-love-you-most.html' title='彭羚 Cass Phang - Still Love You Most 仍然是最愛你'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-6669246066741262282</id><published>2007-09-04T04:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:45:19.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exasperated, frustrated, anxious...disappointed...exasperated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know how sometimes you wish you'd could pick up the phone and call the person that you want to speak to so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;but am not sure if you'd know or could relate to the exasperation and gradual frustration, when there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; number to call?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;fastest&lt;/strong&gt; search engine couldn't find me your details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Google couldn't bring up the right 'Ephrem'...and I thought Google's the most reliable and accurate search engine available in the WWW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;what on earth?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;They should have their share price thoroughly revalued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;the amount of time spent googling you, your details (not that I have many to begin with), the place where we met...*sigh*,  could have me covered several chapters of Financial Analysis; the desperate attempts all met with miserable disappointments, the searches all returned the most remotest link to you...*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;in desperate moments like this, I simply wished it's easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I deeply wished you'd leave more cyber footprints, so that Google could sniff you out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the multiple times that I thought about how we would to meet, when our paths were to intertwine again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I racked my mind scouring the ways, methods, strategies or even meticulously planned 'coincidences' just so I could "bump" into you again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;should I get my aunt to ask my Nan in BM to ask of Lawrence's mum's whereabout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;then get Lawrence's whereabouts...(somewhere in HK, last I heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;then after a looooonnnnnngggg chat, side-tracking everything else, and then,ease into the 'just happen' to ask about you? your whereabouts....what you've doing all these years? ask about how you've doing?...*argh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so mega exasperating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ARGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I logged in to pen this post, there was a whole lot of points which I had wanted to expand into proses, but the proses just can't seem to form &amp;amp; flow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, in short, I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wanted to call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;to send you texts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;....or just pick the phone, dial your number ....to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;your deeply comforting voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;to ask you how was your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(did you miss me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;to let you know what I'm feeling right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(a bit lost?...in a daze over...?.....not really sure of the direction I shld take....my next steps...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;there are so, so many Qs I wanted to ask..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, actually....more than anything I just &lt;u&gt;needed&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;hear your voice&lt;/strong&gt; tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;your soothing voice.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;just so I could ......oh well...I don't know...my mind's in a mini whirlpool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;good night dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: I'll try to be more composed in my trains of thought and put in more effort in trying to articulate the thoughts into comprehensible proses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-6669246066741262282?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/6669246066741262282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=6669246066741262282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/6669246066741262282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/6669246066741262282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/exasperated-frustrated.html' title='Exasperated, frustrated, anxious...disappointed...exasperated!!!'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-4075651576697145261</id><published>2007-09-03T22:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:02:23.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you......will we meet again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/yS0l8Pxl7S/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/yS0l8Pxl7S/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ephrem dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song sings exactly what my heart has been silently asking all this while...'will we meet again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do I exist in your eyes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do you still remember me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all these years...I can't let go...I have no logical reasons why I miss you so very much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does love need a logical reason to justify its existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.....Ephrem dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarang hae yo Ephrem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-4075651576697145261?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-3182021330086569463</id><published>2007-09-02T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:38:07.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we talk a walk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;31st Aug 2007...our nation's 50th Merdeka; what were you doing? and the usual Q, where were you? Were you....alone? Was someone else with you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you have your fave Nasi Kandar? and your kopi kao?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask how I know your fave's=N.Kandar...I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Sept&lt;br /&gt;I received 2 sets of news - 50:50, was relieved and in some tiny ways, abit happy in the first 1/2 of the day; but came evening, my mood gradually swung towards the low end of the pendulum...I've been trying for a long time to adopt and apply the 'half-full' mentality instead of the chronic 'half-empty' view of things but I reckon the positive reads helped but a tiny fraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went groceries shopping,on the way home decided to take the bus instead of the usual DLR as wanted to stop for curry (UK Indian style) not your usual Penang mamak's style. The meal was most disappointing.Period. You'd have shown your expression of dissatisfaction but not utter any words of it. No, you wouldn't express your dissatisfaction verbally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to cross the road to head home, I deeply wished it was you who was carrying my groceries...you would have said "hold my hand" before we cross....I'd say "don't ever let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd lead me safely to your car, deposit the groceries in the boot, I'd say "shall we talk a walk?"&lt;br /&gt;(for I wanted to hold your hand..again....for a slightly longer time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure" you'd smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my heart was crushed today, when I received the news in the post?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the numbness only settled in later and I numbly realized it only in the evening...tears flowed as I told the Lord that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; I would be immuned to pain of such news, after all the years of 'similar torture' but the pain the news brought, still somehow managed to sharply pierce through my tender heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swamped by thousands of emotions at the same time&lt;br /&gt;My mind was exhausted since my last slumber 48hours ago&lt;br /&gt;A gazillion trails of thoughts zoomed through my mind at the same time, although some at varying speeds; some sped thru at the speed of light that I tried to grasp hold but managed only a fleeting glimpse, while some trivial others,at a lingering glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no focused direction of the thoughts; I allowed them to wander through and took delight at things going off tangent...I had some silent questins for the Lord, I still do.....&lt;br /&gt;but I guess it's His perogative to answer or remain silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I kept wondering...&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to think about, to think of.....to wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this journal, I had &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; hopes of us meeting again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ephrem....&lt;br /&gt;...somehow,today....as things happened, as some things dawned to me, the chances seemed slim and slimmer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, should I say, the hopes somehow, grew dimmer?&lt;br /&gt;the chances, as I calculated again, in a more feasible frame of mind, seemed smaller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more 'negative' frame of mind, do things truly look bleaker? I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;wanna get rid of this gloomy goggles thatI've been wearing for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do numbers lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a list....actually, a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; list, of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;miracles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;desperately need&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, are You reading? are You listening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are You, Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is so crushed, do You know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts, Lord..it really does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; immuned to pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2693473447092911397-3182021330086569463?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/3182021330086569463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=3182021330086569463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/3182021330086569463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/3182021330086569463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/shall-we-talk-walk.html' title='Shall we talk a walk?'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-1405817843777306843</id><published>2007-09-01T01:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:32:40.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Min Roo Na Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/lwUxcUBWAo/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/lwUxcUBWAo/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's the song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-1405817843777306843?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/1405817843777306843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=1405817843777306843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/1405817843777306843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/1405817843777306843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/min-roo-na-moo.html' title='Min Roo Na Moo'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-4166627572681762007</id><published>2007-09-01T01:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:30:46.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This song makes me think of you...alot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://media.imeem.com/m/lwUxcUBWAo/aus=" width="'300'" height="'80'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" wmode="'transparent'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm...the 'floating beat' transports me to a world where only thoughts of you fill the entire space...Is it too early to say this?..sarangae Ephrem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the lyrics but it's the drama of which this is it's OST, is a very sad if not depressing one. Listen for the melancholic rhythm, not for any sad meaning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-4166627572681762007?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/4166627572681762007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=4166627572681762007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/4166627572681762007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/4166627572681762007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-song-makes-me-of-youalot.html' title='This song makes me think of you...alot'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693473447092911397.post-6437240536552345609</id><published>2007-08-29T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:38:38.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>After 22 years..........why did your name pop up again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought: If not now, then &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't start punching the keyboard now, it'll just get deferred and the procrastination will keep getting the better of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there'll be a start...and I can keep a journal that chronicles all that happened, and happening, a secret corner where I can 'think of you aloud' and pour out my all my thoughts, random raves, rants and ruminations - which, you certainly will be a big part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to that, in an impromtu click of the mouse, I find myself here..punching the keys away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date : 25 July2007....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wondered why, of all days, your name popped up in my brain, &lt;em&gt;today...&lt;/em&gt;why today?&lt;br /&gt;God must have His reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you long...and hard......real hard, for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact you would to fill my entire mind, entire days for the next 10days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing at all....except sitting here at my study desk, just allowing the train of thoughts of you to flow freely...&lt;br /&gt;....filling in the gaps...asking the 'whys'...'hows'.....but most of all, 'where are you now?'.....&lt;br /&gt;....and how have life treated you all these years? these long 22 years...since the day we met in B.Mertajam......and if you are happy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 years ago....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so brief. It was so short and quick. You appeared, with that rugged chiselled chin and cleanly shaven face of yours, grinning widely as we were introduced by Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(also wondering, whatever happened to him and where exactly is he now...? Last I heard from my aunt, he married a HK gal ...residing in plush penthouse in Victoria Harbour now, probably..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remembered uttering to myself, "how unique this name, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is" as you introduced yourself, adding the explanation to the meaning of your special name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I remembered much, but in actuality I can't recall all that I wanted to, but I do remember the kiss you planted on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'll see me again, before I left for Johore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why you didn't turn up "that afternoon" when we were supposed to meet before I leave the next day. Why? Tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed you had a football game? Or your gf (?) held on tightly to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never knew the reason/s...I didn't ask then as I thought i didn't mean much if not anything, to you...but kept wondering I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I have after 22years, is the special, unique ringing of your name in my mind and your hometown.&lt;br /&gt;I truly have not the foggiest idea how am I going to hunt you down....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I pray..our paths will cross again, some day...&lt;strong&gt;one day&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 25 July to pretty much the entire month of August, you invaded and occupied most of my mind, my thoughts, my every breathing moments - so much so, I had to tear myself away from sitting idly down &amp;amp; allowing those thoughts to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up and start living again. I just had to. It was as if the past 10 or odd days were like....vegetating in a zombie world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, I literally spent the 10days or more, allowing my entire thoughts to be fully occupied by you - just you. Period. How scary is that? Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could allow myself to literally idle and "rot" like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to get up and start living again. I need to let the micronism breathe and do something useful and live life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693473447092911397-6437240536552345609?l=whrruephrem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/feeds/6437240536552345609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693473447092911397&amp;postID=6437240536552345609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/6437240536552345609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693473447092911397/posts/default/6437240536552345609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whrruephrem.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-22-yearswhy-did-your-name-pop-up.html' title='After 22 years..........why did your name pop up again?'/><author><name>Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16727936214014836181'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>