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src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34853044?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f36c21" width="500" height="281" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34853044"&gt;The Future Belongs to the Curious&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/skillshare"&gt;Skillshare&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have phenomenal videos like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2837137197699219304?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2837137197699219304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8Xx0lQBmk/TwVvSoPZGPI/AAAAAAAABf4/LruTTZD2rgE/s72-c/IMG227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-1845037051079723535</id><published>2011-12-24T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:10:23.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so because i am so lazy and constipated in my thoughts that i'll just let the photos do the talking.</title><content type='html'>This is how my December 2011 went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559664319/" title="IMAG0439 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6559664319_288780af8b_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0439"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559665277/" title="IMAG0440 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6559665277_95cf647390_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0440"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559665845/" title="IMAG0441 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6559665845_88d5770f15_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559666415/" title="IMAG0442 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6559666415_d0b4baab28_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559666889/" title="IMAG0443 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6559666889_faf5b28b6f_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0443"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559667461/" title="IMAG0444 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6559667461_db08d8caf5_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0444"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559667995/" title="IMAG0445 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6559667995_621588e771_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0445"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559668579/" title="IMAG0446 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6559668579_7287153ff6_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0446"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559669121/" title="IMAG0447 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6559669121_08cbca291a_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0447"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559669615/" title="IMAG0448 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6559669615_44dee1ed1f_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0448"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559670581/" title="IMAG0450 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6559670581_dc75995cf2_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0450"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559671139/" title="IMAG0451 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6559671139_288222720d_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0451"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559671625/" title="IMAG0452 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6559671625_82b95cb465_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0452"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559672603/" title="IMAG0453 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6559672603_271b3e2f8c_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0453"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559673177/" title="IMAG0454 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6559673177_7e048a4ebb_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0454"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559673693/" title="IMAG0455 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6559673693_f4d7473d93_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0455"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559674971/" title="IMAG0456 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6559674971_3b5588cb4b_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0456"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559675479/" title="IMAG0457 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6559675479_fb6da4813f_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0457"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559675957/" title="IMAG0458 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6559675957_72b0a37a10_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" alt="IMAG0458"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559679143/" title="IMAG0460 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68220402@N03/6559719457/" title="IMAG0477 by philopris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6559719457_ebd51fd199_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="IMAG0477"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6559721995_9ba49d622e_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6559721995_9ba49d622e_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1845037051079723535?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1845037051079723535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1845037051079723535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1845037051079723535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1845037051079723535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-because-i-am-so-lazy-and-constipated.html' title='so because i am so lazy and constipated in my thoughts that i&apos;ll just let the photos do the talking.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6827141707145437107</id><published>2011-11-25T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:58:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-NXWE6AC8ao" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has always and forever will have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love it, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;And I, 100% agree with what John (the writer/singer of the song) said about Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts. Yet Love heals. And unfortunately, we need to hurt before we can heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should go listen to this from the album, super powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6827141707145437107?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6827141707145437107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6827141707145437107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6827141707145437107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6827141707145437107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-he-loves.html' title='How He Loves'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-NXWE6AC8ao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-5737318685787811220</id><published>2011-11-24T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:42:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equating $ to time.</title><content type='html'>is one of the many tell-tale signs society is in the process of degradation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of the countless things you can achieve with the luxury of time (hearing the last few words of a beloved before he/she passes on, having an epiphany on a 17 year old problem, reconciling with people who mean something to you, sharing a laugh with your best friend, feeling the freedom of forgiveness from a life-long grudge you had against someone...and the list goes on..)  simply equating the value of it all to a single and utterly inadequate form of power, money, is just.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for one, you cheapen the value of time and all that it can be achieved in it... no actually you are saying all those moments in life can be bought, which is not even logical because it is not even possible.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you cheapen the equals sign (=) because it is NOT equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live with the mentality, (get caught up with the motions of the day... of work... of productivity... of capitalist mindsets) that time is money period, you are really reducing yourself to a mere factor of production to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;You are, by choice, reducing yourself to a system that is inherently flawed, a system you most likely would not agree with (unless you are not poor).&lt;br /&gt;You are, in short, closing up the number of ways in which you can live life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there are so many ways you can live life, but sometimes we get caught up with the generic flow of things.&lt;br /&gt;we let the majority, establishment and major events dictate the way in which we live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are not all man created equal and free? (sounds so declaration of indep of U.S)&lt;br /&gt;why are we surrendering our freedom up to a cause we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not even like&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;it is like purposely enslaving yourself to serve a person whom you absolutely hate, and yes we are doing this willfully just because, we look around and that is what everyone seems to be doing, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if not, you would not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; right? that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; normal right??&lt;br /&gt;working hard, getting rich, having a stable family, living 'the life' and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;doing otherwise would be.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy, no&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the real crazy?&lt;br /&gt;the one who lives out of honesty and is perceived to be crazy or the one who lives out of fear and pretense just so he/she can be perceived as normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5737318685787811220?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5737318685787811220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5737318685787811220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5737318685787811220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5737318685787811220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/equating-to-time.html' title='equating $ to time.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3372317421764565063</id><published>2011-11-24T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:17:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i like to make life difficult for myself.</title><content type='html'>in the Singaporean context, if you do something in which the outcome has no tangible benefits or pragmatic use in relation to daily life but only difficulty in the process, it is called 'making life difficult' for one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many phrases thrown at me throughout this year in particular is, 'why do you like to make life difficult for yourself?' or in otherwords, if a cause has no tangible benefits or pragmatic use in daily life, why bother doing it? OR  why are you troubling yourself with something in which you will not be graded on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. just imagine, a world in which no one pursued anything which had no tangible benefit to themselves or serve any function in getting on with their daily life.&lt;br /&gt;we would not have discovered the theory of relativity. (or any scientific theory for that matter and all their implications)&lt;br /&gt;we would not the internet.i.e you would not be reading this now.&lt;br /&gt;we would not have lightning conductors. (houses will all be burnt down to the ground especially in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;we would not know what cancer is.&lt;br /&gt;in short, we would not have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;progressed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we would still be in the dark ages, writing on the insides of cave walls, grunting at one another.&lt;br /&gt;it is precisely the spirit of questioning that has got us this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is the way it is because someone, somewhere, along the lines of history, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'made life difficult' for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... why do i make life 'difficult' for myself...?&lt;br /&gt;as cliche and as high a probability that this might not happen, changing the world in a substantial and positive way is on my life's agenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3372317421764565063?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3372317421764565063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3372317421764565063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3372317421764565063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3372317421764565063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-like-to-make-life-difficult-for.html' title='why i like to make life difficult for myself.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2586448007326901984</id><published>2011-11-22T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:51:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes i really wonder....</title><content type='html'>what. on. earth. am. i. doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there is a time to be lost, a place for confusion.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, isn't this just.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too. much&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2586448007326901984?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2586448007326901984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2586448007326901984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2586448007326901984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2586448007326901984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-really-wonder.html' title='Sometimes i really wonder....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3886884135130044234</id><published>2011-11-21T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:39:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were born into the fight</title><content type='html'>I want to say that life is worth living.&lt;br /&gt;WORTH living.&lt;br /&gt;despite it all.&lt;br /&gt;despite how transient it all is.&lt;br /&gt;here today and gone the next day.&lt;br /&gt;despite how fragile and temporal everything is.&lt;br /&gt;including the things we place value on.&lt;br /&gt;it is really as the philosopher says in Ecclesiastes, meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, what would make life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; living.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;the enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;fleeting pleasures?&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the point.&lt;br /&gt;what really is the point of life if it is all going to just fade into nothingness as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;and for the those with noble ambitions, what is the point of going down in history and being remembered if the impact you are going to make is only going to last as long as the lifespan of an average person? yes that person will fade away someday too.&lt;br /&gt;and although there might be repercussions on future generations, if future generations are just going to die off (yes its one whole self-repeating cycle), what then is the inherent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value &lt;/span&gt;of that?&lt;br /&gt;what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;eventually everything dies off.... no?&lt;br /&gt;what is the point of enriching the whole human race if they are going to die out individually, and eventually?&lt;br /&gt;there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; value in that if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order for life to be worth living, there has to be some true value in it.&lt;br /&gt;And as we have already agreed, true value cannot have an expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;If not it cannot be considered true value.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this means we acknowledge that in order for something to be of true value, it has to be timeless. not restricted by time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the only way in which this life would ever make sense and thereafter be worth living is when we have an eternal cause that we are living for. something that will defy the barriers of time. something that will last. and i mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Yes i know forever is hard to comprehend, sorry i mean it is impossible to comprehend because as we are now in the human state, we are limited, finite beings so obviously there is no way we are going to comprehend forever.&lt;br /&gt;But how about imagining. i think we'll probably have better 'luck' with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reason begets Being.&lt;/span&gt; (what i took away from school of thought's lecture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes really amazes me how logical people think they are, what with their lives and everything but yet make zero sense when it comes to the purpose of their existence.&lt;br /&gt;And by this i mean...they have to make sense of everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; their lives but they do not make sense &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; their life in totality. which is really kinda ironic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because that is like saying there must be a reason why there are road signs on the road but no reason why there are roads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i say.... reason begets being.&lt;br /&gt;it is a simple logic really.&lt;br /&gt;just look around you.&lt;br /&gt;for everything that you see, there is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; why it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a pen, to write.&lt;br /&gt;an eraser, to erase.&lt;br /&gt;a rubik's cube (being), to exercise one's brain (reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing exists for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise, we came into being, (were born into this world, survived pregnancy and possibly a 1001 disasters that could have happened to us) because of a reason.&lt;br /&gt;we were born out of a purpose and a reason.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously this suggests a higher power, a supreme being who had a reason for us to come into being just like the way a pen came into being because we wanted (reason) to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately unlike a belt or a guitar, the reason in which we exist is not quite as clear.&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; humans exist?&lt;br /&gt;well... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i would say that there is a generic reason in which we exist, and there is a specific reason in which we exist.&lt;br /&gt;just like the way words exist to carry a message, and how each word adds a different flavour to the message/story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are words in a story.&lt;br /&gt;the true meaning of our existence is dependent on an external reason by something greater than ourselves and this is the only way that such a short life could ever possibly make sense, and therefore this makes life worth living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3886884135130044234?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3886884135130044234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3886884135130044234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3886884135130044234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3886884135130044234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-were-born-into-fight.html' title='we were born into the fight'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6451824620234096502</id><published>2011-11-15T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:22:23.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will there ever come a time/place where questioning is wrong?</title><content type='html'>I am sure you must have heard that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what about the neutral things? like questioning?&lt;br /&gt;Will there ever come a time when questioning becomes.... wrong? or invalid or out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Heh. 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wrong?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-919254103569748867</id><published>2011-11-11T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:39:20.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eQOFRZ1wNLw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to be a beliber (however you spell it) but... i really can't get enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;His rendition of this song is just so good.&lt;br /&gt;Plus he's really cute here.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont mean this like.... in the whole 'OMG HE'S SO CUTE.' gush gush gush kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;I mean cute as in... child-like kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;And i think that's what sets him apart from many other teens who can also sing.&lt;br /&gt;He is just being him and doing what he loves best.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh it must be quite the experience being this famous at 17.&lt;br /&gt;Golly i would just go with it if i were him too. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-919254103569748867?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/919254103569748867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=919254103569748867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-1556818541952230550</id><published>2011-11-10T01:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:38:49.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am thinking....</title><content type='html'>you know how when people are in the same or similar situations you would say that they are 'in the same boat'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've realised recently that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are many people on my boat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and you would think that since that there are so many people on my boat, i/we wouldnt feel so bad, except that the boat i am on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is completely silent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even if you are in a similar situation as someone, or maybe because you are in a similar situation as that someone or someones, you realise you have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;no advice to offer.&lt;br /&gt;no direction to give.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the most you can do is offer a sense of silent comfort.&lt;br /&gt;the kind of comfort that says 'i know what you are going through, i am right here with you' without really saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on the same boat as so many others, but it's a really silent boat.&lt;br /&gt;we are on the same quiet boat in a raging storm.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, it isnt sinking.&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand if it does sink, at least it will force us to learn how to swim. (i can't swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://transsexualtransylvania.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/El-mayor-enigma-del-titanic.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 774px; height: 632px;" src="http://transsexualtransylvania.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/El-mayor-enigma-del-titanic.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RMS Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i just watched the movie Titanic. Loved/love it.&lt;br /&gt;And i think to myself, maybe being on a sinking ship isnt so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;Jack encountered true (well) love. Never before experienced in his vagabond existence. even right through the end, he stayed through to his convictions of life being one grand adventure. he was consistent from his beginning till his end.&lt;br /&gt;And rose, well rose found life in her near death experience. freedom from expectations. from societal norms. from marrying a guy and into a life that wasn't her.&lt;br /&gt;Titanic, a disaster to most, was the best thing that could have ever happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all disasters are catastrophic after all eh?&lt;br /&gt;what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; titanic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1556818541952230550?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1556818541952230550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1556818541952230550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1556818541952230550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1556818541952230550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thinking.html' title='i am thinking....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-769500294995863799</id><published>2011-11-05T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:39:05.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some covoluted thoughts on money and the meaning of value.</title><content type='html'>I think one of the main flaws that came with the great invention of the modern monetary system is the misplacement and misunderstanding of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; by society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what constitutes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, because value in itself is a highly subjective and ambiguous thing/concept to begin with, (something that the human mind has constantly struggled with), the modern monetary system  unofficially and highly inadequately filled in this gap by arbitrary defining value for purely pragmatic reasons when it was created and hence, has from then on become (more or less) the standard for value. Or in the other words, we took price=value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow i am so...un...understandable.... pls pardon the convoluted and incoherent writing and i hope you get my drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it (ha i am told i use this phrase a lot), how accurate is this? and how logical is this really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics 101, tells us that a price arises from the interaction between forces of demand and supply. This means that we if were to take the value of something to be as the price states it to be, the average consumer or person in society defines value as according to how much a supplier is willing to sell it at and how much a buyer is willing to purchase it at. (of course this sch of thought already assumes price=value)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this really means is that i am taking a strangers' perception of value of an object and adopting it as my own. (this could be liken to adopting a stranger's favourite colour to be your favourite colour, which one would normally consider.... rather absurd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then if you deconstruct the money=value thing, you'd realise how inequitable/absurd the monetary system can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg, who decided that food=a price, if food is the thing that sustains human life?&lt;br /&gt;Or in another sense,&lt;br /&gt;With S$3.90, i can either buy a plate of chicken rice (if you are an international reader, this is basically a Singaporean local favourite dish... you should try it sometime) or a pilot pen.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how is that equitable?&lt;br /&gt;On one hand you have an object that satisfies (as according to maslow's hierarchy of needs) your most basic needs, yet on the other you have an object that is a tool that you use to express the highest form of need you have. (creativity...etc... self-actualisation essentially)&lt;br /&gt;But then you would probably say, to each his/her own. Or rather ... to each his/her own need.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i guess, but.... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It just.... doesnt feel right/equitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos... I just feel that with society placing so much emphasis on the tangible and the economy, we have abandoned the meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; to the monetary system. I suspect it is partly because we did not have a good and solid idea of what value meant in the beginning and secondly because we're just lazy, superficial crowd-followers. Hence, we abandoned it to the monetary system. Hmmm and maybe because we are devotees of the monetary system as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, true value is intangible.&lt;br /&gt;True value is priceless. And this should not even be ironic as it so often comes across as nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why this is so is because we have so closely yet erroneously associated value=price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value is subjective.&lt;br /&gt;Value doesn't/shouldn't come with a standardised number.&lt;br /&gt;Value is personal.&lt;br /&gt;Value is what the entity means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think the greatest disproof of value=price or price=value is what we consider most valuable in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Security.&lt;br /&gt;And the people who embody these attributes.&lt;br /&gt;People like our friends. siblings. Parents.&lt;br /&gt;Human relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is value?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think value is an infinite concept.&lt;br /&gt;Something immeasurable if you really want to stay true to what value really means.&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, it cannot be contained to an arbitrary number, just like the way you can never ever name a price for a human relationship (friendship, parent-child). &amp;lt;-- (assuming you are not into human-trafficking)&lt;br /&gt;Value should therefore also be timeless.&lt;br /&gt;If the value of something can depreciate over time, then..... that would make the nature of that object's value rather low or superficial in the first place. (since it is liable to change over time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't true value be a constant?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it should be an ever-increasing thing, kinda like the universe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The regard that something is held to deserve; the importance or preciousness of something' - google's def of value. Hmmm.... have to agree with this one. (for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-769500294995863799?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/769500294995863799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=769500294995863799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/769500294995863799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/769500294995863799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-covoluted-thoughts-on-money-and.html' title='some covoluted thoughts on money and the meaning of value.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5947933406961283322</id><published>2011-11-05T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:35:35.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the reasons why my father (parents) do what they do.</title><content type='html'>"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." - Jim Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;Missionary to Ecuador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5947933406961283322?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5947933406961283322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5947933406961283322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5947933406961283322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5947933406961283322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-reasons-why-my-father-parents-do.html' title='One of the reasons why my father (parents) do what they do.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1340413179171437321</id><published>2011-10-29T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:01:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's this for tape sculpturing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/41IMG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 844px; height: 563px;" src="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/41IMG2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/_resampled/SetWidth420-4915092011TAPE142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/_resampled/SetWidth420-4915092011TAPE142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/_resampled/SetWidth420-40IMG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 630px;" src="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/_resampled/SetWidth420-40IMG2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/5015092011TAPE216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 844px; height: 562px;" src="http://www.numen.eu/assets/Uploads/5015092011TAPE216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES THIS IS A SLIDE YOU CAN ACTUALLY RIDE ON.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT MANXZXZXZXZNSFKBSDJBDDBDSJHBDJSBFJHB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i took an amateur class in school (part of some post-promos prog) on tape sculpturing.&lt;br /&gt;I sculpt my nalgene bottle. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/293630_10150327358547441_580242440_8296487_564703889_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 658px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/293630_10150327358547441_580242440_8296487_564703889_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you havent.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;in comparison to the above pics, this is just.........................zzzz.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, HOW. COOL. IS. THAT. RIGHT. (not talking about my bottle sculpture of course and i know i said this already)&lt;br /&gt;it was done by an european group of designers called, 'numen'.&lt;br /&gt;omg. someone ship me to europe already&lt;br /&gt;all the cool art/design stuff are happening there...&lt;br /&gt;i am MISSING.OUT.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells theres always the internet.&lt;br /&gt;NO. not enough. it isnt enough. (haah i am talking to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyways if you wanna find out more about them check &lt;a href="http://numen.eu/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1340413179171437321?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1340413179171437321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1340413179171437321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1340413179171437321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1340413179171437321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/hows-this-for-tape-sculpturing.html' title='How&apos;s this for tape sculpturing?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5177999576484525548</id><published>2011-10-19T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:00:28.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never got why people love nigahiga. I DO NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5__rFK07pGI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5__rFK07pGI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody feels the same way as i do.&lt;br /&gt;"THAT AWKWARD MOMENT"is becoming SUCH an overused phrase, i almost cringe when i hear it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5177999576484525548?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5177999576484525548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5177999576484525548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5177999576484525548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5177999576484525548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/nigahiga-is-damn-funnyy.html' title='I never got why people love nigahiga. I DO NOW.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1765125671279408310</id><published>2011-10-18T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:55:30.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride is an easily-disguised thing.</title><content type='html'>Supercilious. Arrogant. Haughty. Conceited. Disdainful. Condescending.&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're observant enough, the signs are all there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1765125671279408310?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1765125671279408310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1765125671279408310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1765125671279408310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1765125671279408310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/pride-is-easily-disguised-thing.html' title='Pride is an easily-disguised thing.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6078902231615900083</id><published>2011-10-18T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:39:24.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Truth.</title><content type='html'>I guess the Truth is always easier to say when it isn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;When it is for you, it's..... humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is when you tell someone something,&lt;br /&gt;And as much as it is for them, it is also for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you telling you what to do/what you need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Our subconscious mind has a funny way of telling out conscious mind what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll feel like crap cause you just feel like a major hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess when put into perspective, when you tell someone something it doesn't mean that you have got it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;The judge that trials criminals is not righteous either, although the world expects him to be.&lt;br /&gt;The judge is human too.&lt;br /&gt;The policeman is not immune to committing crimes himself.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a cross-fire and he bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;He's human too.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to everything we are prone to.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, just because you say something, does not make you an expert.&lt;br /&gt;It just means that you recognise the value of it and are nothing but an acknowledged fellow learner.&lt;br /&gt;We are all learners.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we wake and it is impossible to go through the day without having learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is a process.&lt;br /&gt;Change is a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all just take in the reality of the human condition and learn to cut everyone including ourselves some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all still learning, changing, works in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6078902231615900083?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6078902231615900083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6078902231615900083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6078902231615900083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6078902231615900083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/hard-truth.html' title='The Hard Truth.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-157216602612272015</id><published>2011-10-17T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:04:39.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results/Uberly-Long-Breaks/PW,OP/Training/Frolick</title><content type='html'>Yeap. So... that's pretty much how my day went today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel much when i got back my results today.&lt;br /&gt;Results that i would have found appalling the same time last year.&lt;br /&gt;I am......a completely different person. (good thing bad thing.... i dont know)&lt;br /&gt;I failed 2 H2 subjects, History and Econs .&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, i didnt/dont feel anything much cause..... i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt; it. (ah.. the power of expectations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, of course i did feel something when i first got back my paper.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like what i told my friend today.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be this gap between what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; and when we actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; it when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt that bad. Which was... rather surprising to me actually. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;I have grown to become rather non-chalent. These days especially.....&lt;br /&gt;And i think i didnt/dont really take it that hard cause.... i dont really know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. Still figuring that one out.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you have no direction, you wouldn't mind getting lost.&lt;/span&gt; (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.... life..... it's such a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to take things whatever they may be, and come what may, in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy the journey whilst i am at it all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.... might as well right.... (heheh)&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... i have the perfect word for this in chinese, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;开.&lt;br /&gt;That is what i have accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, either that or.... i am completely delusional. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm...... but no.... people in school keep/kept asking me why i was so laxed about it and i told them that i could either be delusional (like this is all just a dream/nightmare) or i have learnt to let it go, and they were all like.... i think you're delusional.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's because going with delusional makes for a more humorous conversation but mainly because.... I guess they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to promote.&lt;br /&gt;I.... I dont know if i want to promote to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I dont see the point in rushing a national exam if you are simply just not ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;You are ruining yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your future.&lt;br /&gt;And you would have wasted 2 years instead of 1 if you had stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;Now that, is the real delusional. Thinking that you will be able to make it when in actual fact, your results suggests otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Delusional and a little self-destructive too actually, come to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;See. the thing about A Levels is that you cant just scrap pass, no-no you have to get your As, if not you'll invariably end up in a course that society deems crappy or you deem crappy.&lt;br /&gt;And then, you will end up in a career that is crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, talk about repercussion.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life, I. don't. know.&lt;br /&gt;Life to me now... is just a huge Question Mark.&lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say... a way to make God laugh is to tell Him your plans for your future.&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh. Still does.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched grey's anatomy (as a way to unwind from an otherwise tiresome day to say the least), and it ended of with this line, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smooth rides make for boring stories.... a little calamity... that's worth talking about&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to turn over to the One that has all the answers and knows.&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know' is perhaps the most realistic and honest statement a human could ever make.&lt;br /&gt;And.... intelligent too, ironically (heh).&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but, what i do know is, He knows.&lt;br /&gt;And that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it? &lt;/span&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/1819474883523287685-157216602612272015?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-2977047548931886072</id><published>2011-10-17T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:49:51.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Fraser is probably The most romantic singer/songwriter ever.</title><content type='html'>Okay this fan made video is really bad so just.... click play, listen and follow the lyrics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IxGz3rjvlXo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are full&lt;br /&gt;Full of the future of us&lt;br /&gt;The air changes as you look across&lt;br /&gt;At me in that wondering way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if&lt;br /&gt;I knew you before we spoke&lt;br /&gt;Do our hearts know something we don't?&lt;br /&gt;Conspiring, converging without giving us any say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Talk down my walls&lt;br /&gt;Look through my windows as I wait&lt;br /&gt;You could be the thief&lt;br /&gt;I give the key to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ruining me&lt;br /&gt;With secrets and gestures and looks&lt;br /&gt;With sonnets from second-hand books&lt;br /&gt;Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fits in your hand like water in rain&lt;br /&gt;It unlocks our two different selves&lt;br /&gt;And shows we are the same&lt;br /&gt;Rather than wait `til I put me out for the taking&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2977047548931886072?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IxGz3rjvlXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-8282469849004771432</id><published>2011-10-16T16:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:45:01.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Kopped' from Someone else's blog.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I was googling for images of random things when i serendipitously stumbled on this person's &lt;a href="http://stainedfingers.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. I really like her blog. (I think it's a her)&lt;br /&gt;And this post, this one post spoke to me because it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; how I feel, and she put it so... so... so... (okay not to sound mercenary-ish but) she&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right on the money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;If by some random stroke of serendipity, you (the author) so happenstancely are reading this...&lt;br /&gt;Please don't sue me or anything. I have credited you and you should be honoured on the contrary that I am reposting your post because it has touched someone else's life (mine namely and possibly the next person reading this other than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, enough disclaimering, here is &lt;span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; post:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div id="content"&gt; &lt;div class="post-2065 post type-post status-publish format-standard hentry category-epiphany-tiffany category-handfuls-of-ambition category-pin-the-tail-on-the-love"&gt;   &lt;h2 id="post-2065"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stainedfingers.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/god-is-not-a-vegetable/" rel="bookmark"&gt;God is not a vegetable.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;div class="meta"&gt;   Posted in &lt;a href="http://stainedfingers.wordpress.com/category/epiphany-tiffany/" title="View all posts in epiphany tiffany" rel="category tag"&gt;epiphany tiffany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stainedfingers.wordpress.com/category/handfuls-of-ambition/" title="View all posts in handfuls of ambition" rel="category tag"&gt;handfuls of ambition&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stainedfingers.wordpress.com/category/pin-the-tail-on-the-love/" title="View all posts in pin the tail on the love" rel="category tag"&gt;pin the tail on the love&lt;/a&gt; by enisea on 02/09/2011 &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="main"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;As sunshine began streaming through the cold glass windows of our  lounge room, so too did revelation.  As I wrote on a blank new page this  fine second morning of Spring, the flow of my thoughts and ink were, by  habit, about to write: &lt;em&gt;Be my everything&lt;/em&gt; (out of some frustrated lack of desire and understanding)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Yet  it occurred to me that my everything has never been enough, my  everything is lacking, my everything is deprived and deficient. I  definitely need more than my everything if I want life to be richer and  fuller.  It made me realise I had been treating God as though He were as  good for me as vegetables.  Though I go through binge periods of  glutton faced junk and pointless gorging, I always return to  ‘incorporating’ vegetables into the diet because I know they’re good for  me, I don’t know the nitty gritty of how the different nutrients within  each vegetable is absorbed, processed and then assists my body in  functioning healthily, but I know it’s good for my insides and  consequently also, my outsides.  So, previously, I may have sounded like  an ‘advocate’ for something of a ‘healthy lifestyle’, reducing the  sovereignty or transcendence of incredible God to simply being convinced  that everyone would be healthier with Him in life.  Sure, of late,  I’ve begun to actually enjoy vegetables – but if I really wanted to  discover a wonderful reality and relationship, God needs to be more than  just “a healthy thing that I appreciate”. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, I suppose, little by little I’m peeling back the shades of my  young understanding to reveal very gradually the brilliance of reality –  that God isn’t just good for making me a healthier person, character  wise.  He is the essence of life and life to the full.  So in  appropriate response to this, to Him, the most I can manage to return is  worship – unconfined to music and dance, but in spirit and in truth,  and through and through – that which will become instinctual but that  which will definitely cost me. But really, what is cost when life is  free? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far be it from me to offer to my greatest lover, my most generous giver, that which costs me nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8282469849004771432?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8282469849004771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8282469849004771432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8282469849004771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8282469849004771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/kopped-from-someone-elses-blog.html' title='&apos;Kopped&apos; from Someone else&apos;s blog.....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6221180310326462008</id><published>2011-10-16T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T02:02:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of the year again when i start to get all reflective....</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;2011.&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever learnt so much before in a year. 365 days (okay maybe not 365 since the year's not over yet but....ya you get what i mean i am sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, you don't plan to learn, you just do. As with most things in life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life sure has a funny way of making you learn. Of making you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because if we were given a choice, we naturally, being comfortable-with-status-quo-humans-scared-completely-out-of-our-wits-of-the-unknown, wouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because true growth invariably means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;, as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; as in.... it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; bad. Like you never knew you could hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;And who likes pain really....&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you simple aren't human.&lt;br /&gt;But by golly, how. pain. makes. you. grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fully and honestly say that as of 17 years of life on this earth, I have not gone through a year more painful than 2011.&lt;br /&gt;And this also means that I have never gone through a year where I have learnt so much... so much about life, love, faith, friendship, relationship and all that really is truly important in life.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt myself grow this much.&lt;br /&gt;I guess.... my maturity finally caught up to my height. (ha-ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never questioned so furiously before, never thought so long and hard before, never felt so low before and never struggled so fiercely in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;But really, through it all (am still journeying... not totally out of the woods yet. haha) I realised that it has brought me to a greater, deeper and a more real understanding of myself.&lt;br /&gt;It will really tear you up when you realise that all that was previously assumed (and we really assume a lot of things in life) was what it was.... really just an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assumption&lt;/span&gt;, not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what it means to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;To slowly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deconstruct&lt;/span&gt;, forcefully strip away or to tear down the assumptions of life, and all that was built upon it so that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconstruction&lt;/span&gt; can take place. We need to rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;To rebuild with the Truth as the anchor. As the foundation. As the solid ground on which we build our lives on.&lt;br /&gt;The truth of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who we are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We need to replace ignorance with knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness with forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow with Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Skeptism with Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Apathy with Empathy&lt;br /&gt;Despair with Hope.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the greatest amongst these,&lt;br /&gt;to replace fear of the unknown in life, with Love.&lt;br /&gt;With Love, you have complete security.&lt;br /&gt;There is no fear in love for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect Love&lt;/span&gt; drives out all fear. &lt;/span&gt;(seriously gospel Truth)&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, perfection can never ever be found amongst humanity, it has to come from something, Someone bigger than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relearn&lt;/span&gt; how to live life.&lt;br /&gt;How to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; live life beyond the physical.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the contraction and relaxation of the diaphragm and the intercoastal muscles...&lt;br /&gt;Because there will come a time whether now or later that you will inevitably wonder what those involuntary actions actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;, what are we physically alive for..............&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where we learn how to live out a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(whoa starting to sound like an adam khoo but yeah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are so good. so meaningful. so apt for this season in life.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lc"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  What makes your rising sun so new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I could use a fresh beginning too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  All of my regrets are nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  So this is the way that I say I need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  This is the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  This is the way that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Learning to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I'm learning to crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Hello, good morning, how you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I never, never thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  I would fall like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Never knew that I could hurt this bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  So this is the way that I say I need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  This is the way that I say I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  This is the way that I say I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  This is the way, this is the way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;- Learning to Breathe by Switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f6gpwpRv7gQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, not the greatest tune ever but..... the lyrics really capture me.&lt;br /&gt;And really I'd rather a song with meaning than a song with a fantastic melody but with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zero meaning and significance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I never used to like this song because when i was young, melody was what stood out to me when it came to music as with most people, hence it really didn't catch on.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why people liked this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, there really is a season for everything (all in good timing... yes?)  and we are all going through different (yet i would say similar) seasons in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, as corny as this may be, I guess I am just learning to breathe (on another level).&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all on some level and in some sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6221180310326462008?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6221180310326462008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6221180310326462008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6221180310326462008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6221180310326462008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-that-time-of-year-again-i-start-to.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year again when i start to get all reflective....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f6gpwpRv7gQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-8828065873903447667</id><published>2011-10-08T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:42:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Paradox</title><content type='html'>At the heart of art is science, and at the heart of science is art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i should keep a book on paradoxes uncovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8828065873903447667?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8828065873903447667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8828065873903447667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8828065873903447667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8828065873903447667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-paradox.html' title='It&apos;s a Paradox'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6373459598438109385</id><published>2011-10-08T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:58:25.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this guy.</title><content type='html'>THIS. IS. WHAT. I. KEEP. SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="526"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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natural-custodians-of-me, keep telling me that this (always some strange product which I will somehow find invariably repulsive) is 'good for you (me)' just because they read about it somewhere (chain mails included).&lt;br /&gt;(ya 'studies have shown' is a credible phrase right)&lt;br /&gt;And the worse is, they argue that i don't read enough when I keep questioning their logic (because really to me, some of the things they say are really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;scientifically unsound, things that if i were to say during my O level days would freak my Chem and Bio teachers out)&lt;br /&gt;when they are the ones who aren't reading the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; things in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh the system has trained me too well.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say....&lt;br /&gt;But that,&lt;br /&gt;I think going to school makes you an unfilial child.&lt;br /&gt;#just sayin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6373459598438109385?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6373459598438109385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6373459598438109385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6373459598438109385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6373459598438109385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-this-guy.html' title='I love this guy.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4469649711301366853</id><published>2011-10-08T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:58:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calmsation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/20Ov0cDPZy8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love love love this song.&lt;br /&gt;calms me.......&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer can put me to sleep anywhere, anyhow, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4469649711301366853?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4469649711301366853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4469649711301366853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4469649711301366853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4469649711301366853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/calmsation.html' title='calmsation.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/20Ov0cDPZy8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-2015100934928824950</id><published>2011-10-07T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:26:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we know that we all have a disease,</title><content type='html'>isn't it time for us to start looking for the cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2015100934928824950?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2015100934928824950/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-6500594630489817671</id><published>2011-10-06T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:24:27.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypo-crite.</title><content type='html'>I think that all humans are hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;And there are varying degrees and categories of this inherent illness.&lt;br /&gt;The conscious hypocrite and the unconscious hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, (despite which of the category you fall under) I think all humans are hypocrites for the same reason: that it is simply just an outward exhibition of the inner conflict that is happening within us.&lt;br /&gt;The conflict between what we want to do, what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do and what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; end up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... i don't really see it much of an insult when someone calls me a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Because, like the fact that i am tall, or i am chinese, i AM a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Being called a hypocrite really isn't an insult as it is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;factual statement of reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing more than an admission of reality.&lt;br /&gt;I am a hypocrite is like saying I am Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact that so long as I am human, i will continuously war with my fallen human nature.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i may lose at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not to say that i endorse being a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;I just think that, a lot of the things we consider as an insult, are simply reflections of the imperfect nature of humans in which it is a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe the fact that we mistake these facts of human nature to be a form of degradation,  just proves the degenerate state of the human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6500594630489817671?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6500594630489817671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6500594630489817671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6500594630489817671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6500594630489817671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/hypo-crite.html' title='hypo-crite.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6766287167870872083</id><published>2011-10-05T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:34:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we really have nothing</title><content type='html'>but faith if you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6766287167870872083?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-3332622568052642013</id><published>2011-10-05T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:32:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know...All I want right now, is to be.....</title><content type='html'>excited about life again. &lt;div&gt;Sure life can't be a bed of roses or it could be if you considered the thorns roses have..... but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite everything, I want to be excited about life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just like how one of my friend put it so aptly, I want to feel as if the world is 'full of hope' again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now..... it's just like a plateau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? I am not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk. Oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I thought this was felt only by people in their 30s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like during their mid-life crisis or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It CAME EARLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand&lt;i&gt; not knowing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the &lt;i&gt;inability&lt;/i&gt; to understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't stand not knowing the answer to which questions I see myself constantly living out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't. stand. it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANNOT TAKE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But apparently, I read somewhere that......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we want to know the answers so badly, &lt;i&gt;we shortchange ourselves of an opportunity to trust God. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup... (nods head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was powerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just gotta, to quote my favourite disney show, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"keep the faith.......cause it's all about the climb". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a climb. But the view's great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3332622568052642013?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3332622568052642013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3332622568052642013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3332622568052642013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3332622568052642013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-knowall-i-want-right-now-is-to-be.html' title='You know...All I want right now, is to be.....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-7974039941135285248</id><published>2011-10-05T13:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:56:33.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Hour</title><content type='html'>Wonder if I can train myself to listen to 2 people talking at once. One at each ear.&lt;br /&gt;Always wondered why we couldn't process 2 people talking at once, considering we have 2 ears and 2 parts of the brain. I am sure this can be learnt. Shall try. (haha!) and I'll tell you how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes, btw, have you heard....?&lt;br /&gt;MY. PROMOS. ARE. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;(does happy dance)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7974039941135285248?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7974039941135285248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7974039941135285248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7974039941135285248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7974039941135285248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/question-of-hour.html' title='Question of the Hour'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-7593164845459066224</id><published>2011-10-04T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:36:23.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this line caught my attention</title><content type='html'>"you're such an ugly thing for someone so beautiful...." - naive, the kooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7593164845459066224?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7593164845459066224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7593164845459066224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7593164845459066224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7593164845459066224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-line-caught-my-attention.html' title='this line caught my attention'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1742487014645095235</id><published>2011-10-04T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:56:10.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all of a sudden....</title><content type='html'>2011 came and took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made sense in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Not anything in life nor life in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;every moment, an agony.&lt;br /&gt;it was like.... a pain just to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;counting down the hours in school... and even till the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;every day had no new beginning, every night gave no rest.&lt;br /&gt;days just slipped past.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew what day of the year it was/is. never.&lt;br /&gt;for once, time felt like a continuum.&lt;br /&gt;like i was stuck in this continuum of pain and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;like it was some sort of black hole, all-consuming, demanding everything of me&lt;br /&gt;completely sucked my innards out of me. and in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;personality. who i was/am. beliefs. perception of the world. Creation. Creator.&lt;br /&gt;and what any of that really meant in the grand scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything i thought i knew of life and everything in it was being deconstructed.&lt;br /&gt;and it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;by gosh did it hurt. still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was/is exhausting. no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i am alive, not well, but alive nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know what to make out of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;maybe 10 years down the road i will come, scroll through this blog, find this post and have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, all in good time yes?&lt;br /&gt;and until any of this makes sense....... we'll just keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;we've just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got to soldier on&lt;/span&gt;. (as coldplay sings in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers in Japan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;while we hang onto the promise that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day the sun will come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6130/6208254346_4c01ed89b9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6130/6208254346_4c01ed89b9_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the display of glory outside my window&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1742487014645095235?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1742487014645095235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1742487014645095235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1742487014645095235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1742487014645095235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-all-of-sudden.html' title='And all of a sudden....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6130/6208254346_4c01ed89b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-5279912197210134122</id><published>2011-10-02T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:09:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have no idea what this song means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mLqHDhF-O28" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it isn't supposed to mean anything, like those little sayings on those 'made in china' stationery... 'life is lucky' or 'dear friend i wish you happiness' (okay maybe i can't do it but you get what i mean) supposed to sound profound but really meaning nothing. (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever seen those kind of stationery before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, whatever the case....&lt;br /&gt;this song is pretty friggin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;love the vibes it gives and the video is so tastefully done. PLUS (almost forgot)&lt;br /&gt;Jared Leto's eyes. omg. eyes that would have made hitler proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5279912197210134122?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5279912197210134122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5279912197210134122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5279912197210134122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5279912197210134122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-no-idea-what-this-song-means.html' title='have no idea what this song means.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mLqHDhF-O28/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-1945401213118916004</id><published>2011-09-25T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:27:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooooo................ i was late for school for the tenth-thousandth time and it went something like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m9-RI1mHs0E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe the discipline teacher wasn't indian and I never got expelled....&lt;br /&gt;but the first few lines... wow man... i've gotta say, SURE DO SOUND FAMILIAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1945401213118916004?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1945401213118916004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1945401213118916004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1945401213118916004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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song.</title><content type='html'>I'm not surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not everything lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've broken my heart so many times&lt;br /&gt;I stopped keeping track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk myself in,&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself out.&lt;br /&gt;I get all worked up&lt;br /&gt;Then I let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so very hard not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a million excuses&lt;br /&gt;I thought I thought of every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know someday that it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;You'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's half timing&lt;br /&gt;And the other half's luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's right&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out of nowhere and into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And baby your love is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know that it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all's fair&lt;br /&gt;In love and war&lt;br /&gt;But I won't need to fight it&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it by it&lt;br /&gt;We'll be united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And being in your life is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every single possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday I know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;Promise you kid I'll give more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Than I get, than I get, than I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh promise you kid&lt;br /&gt;To give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said love love love love love love love .....&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Love love love .....&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe Buble got married.&lt;br /&gt;They look so unbelievably good together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2088613976717356564?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2088613976717356564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2088613976717356564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2088613976717356564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2088613976717356564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1884166060722432960</id><published>2011-08-30T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:06:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need a Saviour</title><content type='html'>because we need to be saved from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;we are our worst enemy, hell bent on self-destruction and we dont even see it because we are blinded by the belief that we know what is best for us. we think we are in control. in control of us.&lt;br /&gt;But, we are not.&lt;br /&gt;we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how could we possibly be.... when we dont even know who we are completely and what we are actually capable of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world needs a Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;we just need to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;and the sooner we do.&lt;br /&gt;the better.&lt;br /&gt;the less destruction and more re-construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebuild, rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1884166060722432960?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1884166060722432960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1884166060722432960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1884166060722432960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1884166060722432960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-need-saviour.html' title='We need a Saviour'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3519471135630059494</id><published>2011-08-24T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:48:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th August Wednesday</title><content type='html'>you can't give Him that which costs you nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3519471135630059494?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-5858128159413935948</id><published>2011-08-24T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:03:26.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Peculiar. P is for Priscilla.</title><content type='html'>I always thought it was funny to pronounce your own name. Priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, random thoughts for this space since i can't sleep anyways..... warning very incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like peculiar smells like the insides of a book, (hot of the press!), the library, when you first switch on the air-con and most recently, the insides of a taxi (which is funny cause i used to hate this... a lot. it used to give me a headache. I guess it's an acquired taste. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  i can't spell for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont actually get how cancer kills someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i like reading maps. makes me feel so... certain. like i-know-where-everything-is-kind of certainty. (oh yes which reminds me i should get a world map tomorrow. been wanting to have one since.... this year. cant stand not knowing where, what is where)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the pupil 2 on channel 5 is REALLY GOOD go watch it. my favourite actress REBECCA LIM puts up a formidable performance. really good, really natural. I hope i meet her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have met rui en before, in the most unlikely of time and places with the most unlikely people, since anyways we were on the topic of human illuminaries (stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i invent my own words. like illumniaries. haha. and i think i am pretty cool that way. YUP. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i keep reading systemic as systematic. yes there's a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i just studied for my cuban missile crisis test tomorrow and now have a new conspiracy theory about the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Learned a new word "hullabaloo" in GP class today. it means... er.... haha.... hmmm..... oh yes it means hype. so its like, i dont get whats all the hullabaloo over GOSSIP GIRL. ooh burn. yes. sorry.. greys anatomy FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. is 'learnt' even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i am bored writing this. i am gonna zzz now... bye. zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5858128159413935948?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5858128159413935948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5858128159413935948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5858128159413935948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5858128159413935948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/p-is-for-peculiar-p-is-for-priscilla.html' title='P is for Peculiar. P is for Priscilla.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5186395946746194834</id><published>2011-08-19T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:38:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the lyrics to this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/al2DFQEZl4M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic crawls, cell phone calls&lt;br /&gt;Talk radio screams at me through my tinted window I see&lt;br /&gt;A little girl, rust red minivan, shes got chocolate on her face&lt;br /&gt;Got little hands and she waves at me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she smiles at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello world&lt;br /&gt;How you been&lt;br /&gt;Good to see you, my old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel cold as steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken like Im never gonna heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see a light, a little hope in a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I drive by a little white church&lt;br /&gt;Its got these little white crosses&lt;br /&gt;Like angels in the yard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop on in, say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe talk to God like He is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I know He's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know He's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello world&lt;br /&gt;How you been&lt;br /&gt;Good to see you, my old friend&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as cold as steel&lt;br /&gt;And broken like Im never gonna heal&lt;br /&gt;And I see a light, a little grace, a little faith unfurls&lt;br /&gt;Well hello world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I forget what livings for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear my life through my front door&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Im home again&lt;br /&gt;And I see my wife&lt;br /&gt;Little boy and little girl&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the empty disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember why Im here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just surrender and believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fall down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello world&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5186395946746194834?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5186395946746194834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5186395946746194834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5186395946746194834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5186395946746194834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-lyrics-to-this-song.html' title='Love the lyrics to this song.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/al2DFQEZl4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-8385312003514462503</id><published>2011-08-14T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:21:26.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILAROUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vBFemUCm6Io" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is not funny i dont know what is. She's like the epitome of awkwardness. &lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... kinda reminds me of myself. hahahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8385312003514462503?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8385312003514462503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8385312003514462503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8385312003514462503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8385312003514462503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/hilarous.html' title='HILAROUS.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vBFemUCm6Io/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-1994496360106904523</id><published>2011-08-13T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:04:30.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wedding song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9kiR4UxLtM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would be such a good wedding song, no?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the usual... canon in D (which i still will play cause i like it too) haha.&lt;br /&gt;But this is.... really good..... sooo... good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, this could be... the greatest day of our lives....stay close to me....watch the world come alive tonight.....tonight this could be the greatest night of our lives....let's make a new start... the future is ours to find....can you see it.... can you see it in my eyes..... can you feel it now..... can you hold it in your arms tonight....hold on.... hold your head high....yeah the world starts to come alive when you stay close to me....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is this not the best wedding song EVER?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1994496360106904523?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1994496360106904523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1994496360106904523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1994496360106904523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1994496360106904523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-wedding-song.html' title='my wedding song'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d9kiR4UxLtM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-4950381849424452794</id><published>2011-08-13T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:40:26.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cambodia</title><content type='html'>I. Cannot. Wait. To. Go.&lt;br /&gt;So my school has this GP trip to Cambodia... and I hope i get to go, really.&lt;br /&gt;It will be such an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;And who knows i might even get to see Angelina Jolie! ;)))) AND BRAD PITT AND HER FAMILY OF 6 thousand adopted kids but you know.. just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i've realised i havent blogged in forever.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore this space is kinda.... dead.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry blog i didnt mean for you to die, I just have been rather... uninspired lately and everyone knows you cant blog when you arent inspired. Its like writing a book with no story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Thats such a nice saying. I wonder how i come up with these things. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... So yeap i really do hope i get selected to go to cam. What an experience it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to see 3rd world.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a pretty good deal of 1st world nations (HI I AM SINGAPOREAN).. i've been to Japan...&lt;br /&gt;So i really want to see 3rd world and all of its natural beauty... the people... hear the language... smell their food.... touch their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because i was all inspired and all... i went to google cambodia. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;I read briefly on wiki.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad story.&lt;br /&gt;War-torn nation.&lt;br /&gt;Landmines etc.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to experience their unexplainable joy despite their suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;AIR-PIG.&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys. see yall soon (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;BTW going browhaus @ holland v with my new brow buddy now. (MY BROTHERRR HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaaaoooo!&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/1819474883523287685-4950381849424452794?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4950381849424452794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4950381849424452794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4950381849424452794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4950381849424452794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/08/cambodia.html' title='cambodia'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-7067468132462382142</id><published>2011-07-02T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:37:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no band on earth (or at least that i have heard) that is as Hopeful as Switchfoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When everything inside me looks like everything I hate&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope I have for change             &lt;br /&gt;You are the only chance I'll take"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Fire Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7067468132462382142?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7067468132462382142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7067468132462382142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7067468132462382142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7067468132462382142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-is-no-band-on-earth-or-at-least.html' title='there is no band on earth (or at least that i have heard) that is as Hopeful as Switchfoot.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3617509061366771414</id><published>2011-06-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:32:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be-cause</title><content type='html'>ultimately we admire people not for what they have but what they do with what they have. no one admires something that is given but only what is earned. I.e i don't admire edison for his intelligence or ingenuity, i admire him for his tenacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3617509061366771414?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3617509061366771414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3617509061366771414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3617509061366771414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3617509061366771414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/06/be-cause.html' title='be-cause'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4856639530716082853</id><published>2011-06-06T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:07:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts is different from Science</title><content type='html'>in that it cannot be quantified.&lt;br /&gt;The moment it is or attempted to be, it isn't art anymore. You would have created some other form of entity. Anything, but art.&lt;br /&gt;Art is fluid.&lt;br /&gt;Art is formless.&lt;br /&gt;Art is.... an Art in itself.&lt;br /&gt;Art shouldn't be graded, but appreciated for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grading art is like grading humans (which is what we do)&lt;br /&gt;but is, when you think about it, stupid and illogical considering that we are all different.&lt;br /&gt;created differently. it's like grading a snake for how much milk it can produce.&lt;br /&gt;or grading a cow for how much venom it can produce. it just doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;and yes although humans do not differ as largely from each other as cows do from snakes, it is almost to that level of differentiation when it comes to natural innate abilities and talents.&lt;br /&gt;oh but then, we come to this whole nature vs nurture debate.&lt;br /&gt;are leaders born? or are they made?&lt;br /&gt;Sure you could probably get venom out of a cow provided you place it into a situation of GREAT DISTRESS which is exactly what i am feeling now when i have to study in a CERTAIN WAY in order to obtain an 'A'. The WAY in which the markers deem as the right one. it is the EXPECTED one from a student after he/she has spent 2 years in pre-uni. the ONE in which i am still unable to wrap my head around. ARGH. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i hate?&lt;br /&gt;The whole, formal education, having a cert equates to one being useful to society.&lt;br /&gt;This would have been great if not for formal education being so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, testing methods are all.... wrong. what on earth does an expected ans even mean??&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to write in a certain way?? think in a certain way?? structure in a certain way??&lt;br /&gt;Quote egs in a certain way?? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;we study just to ace an exam. not to learn.&lt;br /&gt;that is how it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;In class so often i hear, "write more in this section because this is where you can score marks".&lt;br /&gt;they dont teach you to be evaluative and analytical, rather they tell you where to spend your words on, in order to score well which is in the evaluative and analytical section.&lt;br /&gt;It has all become about technicality which is most probably brought about by an innate sense of pragmatism.  &lt;br /&gt;"You don't score well, you can't get anywhere in life. Full Stop."&lt;br /&gt;So typically Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could just move on from this age of pragmatism and onto something better.&lt;br /&gt;Something more worth being driven by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. JC has turned me into this anti-establishment person.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, enough said, words alone never changed the world.&lt;br /&gt;Time for some action.&lt;br /&gt;Time to..........................&lt;br /&gt;study. (haha! oh the irony.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4856639530716082853?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4856639530716082853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4856639530716082853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4856639530716082853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4856639530716082853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/06/arts-is-different-from-science.html' title='Arts is different from Science'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2978709290911450121</id><published>2011-05-26T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:18:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Pythagoras,</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="cquote"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color:#B2B7F2;font-size:35px;font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-weight:bold;text-align:left;padding:10px 10px;" valign="top" width="20"&gt;“&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding:4px 10px; font-family:Perpetua,Consolas,cursive;" valign="top"&gt;According to Cicero (&lt;a href="http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/cicero/tusc.shtml" class="external text" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tusculan Disputations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  V, III, 8), when Pythagoras was once asked who philosophers were, he  replied that life seemed to him to resemble the games in the Olympic  festival: some men sought glory, others to buy and sell at the games,  and some men had come neither for gain nor applause, but for the sake of  the spectacle and to understand what was done and how it was done. In  the same way, in life, some are slaves of ambition or money, but others  are interested in understanding life itself. These give themselves the  name of philosophers (lovers of wisdom), and they value the  contemplation and discovery of nature beyond all other pursuits.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color:#B2B7F2;font-size:36px;font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-weight:bold;text-align:right;padding:10px 10px;" valign="bottom" width="20"&gt;”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a philosopher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2978709290911450121?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2978709290911450121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2978709290911450121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2978709290911450121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2978709290911450121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/05/according-to-pythagoras.html' title='According to Pythagoras,'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4907561045441540560</id><published>2011-05-09T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:14:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sarah See and everyone else who questions, is Life still worth living.</title><content type='html'>The broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can start tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am here still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barley breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning&lt;br /&gt;You got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded&lt;br /&gt;I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still see your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for purpose&lt;br /&gt;They're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;(In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;Is there healing?&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;(In your name)&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hanging on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lights on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;(In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;(In your name)&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holding)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4907561045441540560?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4907561045441540560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4907561045441540560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4907561045441540560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4907561045441540560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-sarah-see-and-everyone-else-who.html' title='To Sarah See and everyone else who questions, is Life still worth living.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3247028855987168504</id><published>2011-04-22T14:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:41:52.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's only one thing that can get me out of my house on a lazy friday morning/afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXp6A7UijDA/TbEi7cFk0SI/AAAAAAAABds/rM-mM6UdhRs/s1600/DSC00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXp6A7UijDA/TbEi7cFk0SI/AAAAAAAABds/rM-mM6UdhRs/s400/DSC00422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598294216345440546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go downstairs myself to get it since no one (aka mom, dad, commando brother) didn't want to do a good deed by helping me get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells as they say! if you want it done, you do it your self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3247028855987168504?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3247028855987168504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3247028855987168504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3247028855987168504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3247028855987168504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-only-one-thing-that-can-get-me.html' title='there&apos;s only one thing that can get me out of my house on a lazy friday morning/afternoon'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXp6A7UijDA/TbEi7cFk0SI/AAAAAAAABds/rM-mM6UdhRs/s72-c/DSC00422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-4123740722912867480</id><published>2011-04-22T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:21:21.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from one geek to another</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/amwVyRH2B8A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best lyrics ever written. &lt;br /&gt;Brett Dennen. Go check out his other song which is also another of my favourite, "Ain't no reason".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4123740722912867480?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4123740722912867480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4123740722912867480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4123740722912867480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4123740722912867480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-one-geek-to-another.html' title='from one geek to another'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/amwVyRH2B8A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-3767855470657060181</id><published>2011-04-18T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:38:24.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say whuutt.....</title><content type='html'>If one becomes conceited through the course of education, then education has failed you.&lt;br /&gt;You would have totally missed the point of education and about being educated.&lt;br /&gt;In short, you would have wasted your education.&lt;br /&gt;Being educated is not about being above someone whom you deem as, 'uncouth' or 'uncultured',  but rather it's about understanding colloquial speech and sub cultures, yes, real non-derogatory terms for 'uncouth', and 'unculturedness', mr and mrs. smart-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my harshness for today's post. But really......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the whole point of education to Educate us about all things foreign and or otherwise condemned by people who do not know any better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you deem yourself educated, then, please, show something for it other than your piece of white paper. Show all that 'A' graded knowledge in Action.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind.&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Be open.&lt;br /&gt;Be critical about the things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Be ignorant of the things that don't.&lt;br /&gt;Be empathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the kind of world we would live in, if every 'educated' person did that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3767855470657060181?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3767855470657060181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3767855470657060181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3767855470657060181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3767855470657060181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/04/say-whuutt.html' title='say whuutt.....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-7559795828541547234</id><published>2011-03-26T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:22:13.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those wacky thoughts:</title><content type='html'>I want to build my own house. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN ADVENTURE.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;Buying the wood. Choosing. Personalising. How cool will that be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see... i am still pretty much infatuated with Architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would show you pictures but i am just so lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you'll just have to use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7559795828541547234?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7559795828541547234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7559795828541547234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7559795828541547234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7559795828541547234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-wacky-thoughts.html' title='one of those wacky thoughts:'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1284081894944499585</id><published>2011-02-12T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:46:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TO &lt;a href="http://www.priscillalim.tumblr.com"&gt;www.priscillalim.tumblr.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back there again. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1284081894944499585?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1284081894944499585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1284081894944499585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1284081894944499585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1284081894944499585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/02/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-8850987283921422331</id><published>2011-01-21T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:49:29.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/70239_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 540px;" src="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/70239_18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/70239_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 540px;" src="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/70239_16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/15081_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 545px;" src="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/15081_21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/15081_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 526px;" src="http://publicbikes.com/prodimages/800/15081_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from Public Bikes.&lt;br /&gt;But here's the best part, where you wake up from the dream &amp;amp; realise it's only a dream: It is only sold in San Fransisco. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8850987283921422331?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8850987283921422331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8850987283921422331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8850987283921422331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8850987283921422331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-dream.html' title='This is the Dream.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3789462409033343148</id><published>2011-01-20T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:49:34.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thurs thoughts of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Progress  should be measured against all of history and not just the current era,  for the current era may not be the most advanced, as we often mistake  it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese have a bad habit of burning invaluable documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3789462409033343148?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3789462409033343148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3789462409033343148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3789462409033343148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3789462409033343148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/01/thurs-thoughts-of-day.html' title='thurs thoughts of the day.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4176872969862327950</id><published>2011-01-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:48:53.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning how to dance the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aCHg5r6rFoI" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why Juniper likes Take That.&lt;br /&gt;Take That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not a boy band.&lt;br /&gt;The way they sing, the style of music they do, it's so different.&lt;br /&gt;I actually think they are very theatrical.&lt;br /&gt;As in... their music of course. (hah!)&lt;br /&gt;Ah..Case in point! Dont you think this song sounds super, theatrical??&lt;br /&gt;Like something sung on broadway or on the big screen??&lt;br /&gt;Plus, with the fact that the lyrics too are so poetic (when i read the lyrics i was like... whoa... so Lit. haha!)  makes their music right @ home at the cinemas or on a stage.&lt;br /&gt;Really beautiful though.&lt;br /&gt;Rare i must say in today's music industry.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Standing on the edge of forever &lt;br /&gt;at the start of whatever &lt;br /&gt;shouting love at the World. &lt;br /&gt;Back then we were like cavemen &lt;br /&gt;but we met the moon and the stars &lt;br /&gt;then we forgave them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet you where the lights are &lt;br /&gt;the defenders of the faith we are &lt;br /&gt;where the thunder turns around &lt;br /&gt;they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know no-one dies in these love drowned eyes &lt;br /&gt;through our love drowned eyes &lt;br /&gt;we'll watch you sleep tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;we were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;We were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;they said we'd never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathin' (Bleeding) but none of us leavin' &lt;br /&gt;wash your mouth son or you'll find yourself floatin' home &lt;br /&gt;Here we come now on a dark star &lt;br /&gt;seeing demons not what we are &lt;br /&gt;tiny minds and eager hands will try to strike &lt;br /&gt;but now we'll last the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's progress now where there once was not (none)&lt;br /&gt;where there once was not (none)&lt;br /&gt;then everything came along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;we were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;There was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;now they'll never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;there was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;We were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;they said we'd never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet you where the lights are &lt;br /&gt;the defenders of the faith we are &lt;br /&gt;when the thunder turns around &lt;br /&gt;they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;there was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;There was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;now they'll never dance again &lt;br /&gt;now we'll never dance again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4176872969862327950?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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successfully.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2346411063406581259</id><published>2011-01-13T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:56:14.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions.decisions.</title><content type='html'>twelve points to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;no i dont mean to be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve blanks waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll put down AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleven blanks waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this will be my plea&lt;br /&gt;that if this comes through, i'll be a saint.&lt;br /&gt;to wake up every morning and hope i wont faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten more blanks waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;SA i write, if only Lord let it be.&lt;br /&gt;i think this will be my last choice,&lt;br /&gt;to give up &amp;amp; to let nine more voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2346411063406581259?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2346411063406581259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2346411063406581259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2346411063406581259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2346411063406581259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/01/decisionsdecisions.html' title='decisions.decisions.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1365366934732833524</id><published>2011-01-07T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:42:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what? i am not a robot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S_oMD6-6q5Y" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the kind of song you'll like on the first listen.&lt;br /&gt;I remember i hated this song when i first heard it. &lt;br /&gt;I went, "What the heck...?!??!" &lt;br /&gt;But then, on the 2nd and 3rd listen i was like... "guess whaattt..... i am not a robot.." &lt;br /&gt;You know the song has gotten to you when you start singing along. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's an acquired taste. &lt;br /&gt;And now i love it. &lt;br /&gt;Such a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;So unique. &lt;br /&gt;Quirky.&lt;br /&gt;Grows on you. &lt;br /&gt;Like..... fungus. &lt;br /&gt;Okay that's a weird comparison but yeah. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1365366934732833524?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1365366934732833524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1365366934732833524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1365366934732833524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1365366934732833524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-what-i-am-not-robot.html' title='Guess what? i am not a robot.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S_oMD6-6q5Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-3576840180191536764</id><published>2010-12-24T01:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:09:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOST. POWERFUL. FILM. EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.waveish.com/iwave/images/37/o-new-stills-from-the-chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-the-dawn-treader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.waveish.com/iwave/images/37/o-new-stills-from-the-chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-the-dawn-treader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am not even a narnia fan.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a fan of its genre: fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, i actually dont like fantasy, mainly because i dont understand it or the need for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I ended up watching this movie with Chanelle and Joshua. L today @ Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;Life-Changing flick man.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i walked into the cinema with the, "i-am-only-here-for-the-free-poprcorn-and-am-not-going-to-get-anything" mentality.&lt;br /&gt;So... for the first few minutes, popcorn and cheesy hotdogs were my only entertainment. And then, the story suddenly got hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped eating.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes fixated on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Literally sitting at the edge of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, you know, i agree, if i were to judge it purely on the cinematography or just the motion picture alone, i would have been bored to tears. (who friggin cares about the 'prisoners' taken by some green mist..???)&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;It was the message behind the story that got a hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a powerful message, with (for once) understandable and easy to spot symbols guilding you through the story, and leading you to the underlying meaning and theme of the story.&lt;br /&gt;It was mainly such a good film for me because i felt it really mirrored the recent events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So... it made a lot of sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;To me (in general) the show's about the growth in a person's spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;How God takes each and everyone of us through very difficult parts of the journey based on where we already are in it.&lt;br /&gt;It speaks of the greatest battle that ever took place and is still taking place: Good vs Evil.&lt;br /&gt;What i truly like about this film is the fact that it creates a visualisation of a reality that is invisible to us, humans. ( LIKE FINALLY)&lt;br /&gt;Its like for once i can see the unsee-able.&lt;br /&gt;The green mist of evil, used to personify the demons around us that feed us  the evil thoughts in our head.&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you realise the gravity of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;What really is taking place everyday, which sometimes i think we are too immune or too blinded to or even too ignorant of simple because we cannot see it.&lt;br /&gt;The battle of good and evil isnt cliche, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And its taking place every single day, every waking moment.&lt;br /&gt;And our bodies are the living battlefields.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... really puts things into perspective eh?&lt;br /&gt;Okay if you really dont understand what i am saying its alright.&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue what the first 2 movies were about either.&lt;br /&gt;But this one is just... whoa....&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... its just sucha seriously good film.&lt;br /&gt;Well okay maybe not a good&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; film like a highly original inception or a heart-wrenching+academy award winning soundtrack Titanic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;a very personal film for me.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I know i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont even like fantasy or narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, as with all good posts, a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPdSw2kGnOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPdSw2kGnOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All narnia shows have great songs, so voyage of the dawn treader is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Feels.... so hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3576840180191536764?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3576840180191536764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3576840180191536764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3576840180191536764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3576840180191536764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/most-powerful-film-ever.html' title='MOST. POWERFUL. FILM. EVER.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6299972110284747068</id><published>2010-12-22T01:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:38:51.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museums + good co. = a happy me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs716.snc4/63686_486961832440_580242440_6209867_4870850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs716.snc4/63686_486961832440_580242440_6209867_4870850_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs771.ash1/166136_486962127440_580242440_6209874_4451026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs771.ash1/166136_486962127440_580242440_6209874_4451026_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs473.ash2/74614_486961937440_580242440_6209869_4371423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs473.ash2/74614_486961937440_580242440_6209869_4371423_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig my baggy pants.........? Got a lot of stares for it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1234.snc4/156671_486961907440_580242440_6209868_1619314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1234.snc4/156671_486961907440_580242440_6209868_1619314_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67165_486962302440_580242440_6209879_7467676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs771.snc4/67165_486962302440_580242440_6209879_7467676_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Because today, i finally visited the Philatelic Museum!&lt;br /&gt;And i'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;wanted to visit the Philatelic Museum,&lt;br /&gt;especially because of the current exhibition called, "The Originals of G.R Lambert". And no, this isnt some exhibition on Adam Lambert's Great grand father. (hmm actually it could be, you never know)&lt;br /&gt;G.R Lambert was a german photog from Dresden, Germany. He came to Singapore and set up a photography studio in 18-something (cant remember what i read. ha!) He apparently became hugely successful and renown that even the British Empire and the King of Siam patronised his shop.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go for this exhibition since..... before O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;And it was one of the many things i said i would do after my O levels but only got round to actually doing it today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the exhibition runs into the next year! (2 Jan 2011)&lt;br /&gt;So you still have time if you want to go. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first came to know about this when i saw a brochure about it.&lt;br /&gt;And at that time when i first saw the brochure and well actually even up to now, I had and still have a sudden interest in the history of Singapore, and esp during the era when we were known as one of the Straits Settlements. So.... from 1800s-early 1900s.&lt;br /&gt;So along with the many books i borrowed from the library about this topic, came the intense need to visit the Philatelic Museum.&lt;br /&gt;I am so satisfied today. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;Nat was great co. of course!&lt;br /&gt;Not many people, my age esp, like to visit museums.&lt;br /&gt;But not hips! She was fantastic co. =)&lt;br /&gt;I. Heart. Museums.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, more incentive to visit the museums is the fact that students gain FREE ADMISSION!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt have been more overjoyed when i found that out today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes call me cheapo but.... living in a city-state like Singapore where cost of living is as high as mt. everest and where 'fun' means an (often boring) movie with popcorn, i think my cause for being overjoyed is justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs744.ash1/163655_486962562440_580242440_6209891_6514901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs744.ash1/163655_486962562440_580242440_6209891_6514901_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly..... Museums are NOT boring. NOT BORING.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who came up with that misconception.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you don't take history (like nat) you can stiil enjoy a visit to the museum! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;It's really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;You learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And learning, well at least in my book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;boring, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, ironically, the reverse is true.&lt;br /&gt;I think the museums (controlled by Singapore Heritage Board) have realised this problem and that's why it has come up with the latest 'marketing' strategy to promote museums. Have you seen this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.eventful.com/images/block250/I0-001/002/494/618-7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://static.eventful.com/images/block250/I0-001/002/494/618-7.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, SHB's attempt to popularise museums.&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to squeeze in museums into the fast-paced-high-entertainment-focused mainstream pop culture.&lt;br /&gt;I think it borrows the idea of the I heart NYC thing.&lt;br /&gt;But still, working or not, i think it's pretty cute and they should hire youths (LIKE ME :)))) Points to self) to be their embassadors.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some popular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young &lt;/span&gt;actor from mediacorp to promote it.&lt;br /&gt;Could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the City area.&lt;br /&gt;And by City i mean City hall area, Raffles City, the Esplanade, Fullerton, Clarke Quay etc etc.....&lt;br /&gt;It's so much x a billion to the power of a googleplex nicer than orchard (YAWN).&lt;br /&gt;Orchard's so crowded and boring.&lt;br /&gt;Same old shops, same old crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn yawn yawn.&lt;br /&gt;But the city, ho, the city's so different.&lt;br /&gt;More of a middle-aged crowd. Mainly English-speaking. Lotsa Tourists.&lt;br /&gt;And wayyy less crowded than orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh......... just totally love the city.&lt;br /&gt;I could walk around the city for an entire day and not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;I mean just look at this!&lt;br /&gt;The architecture of the buildings.....&lt;br /&gt;So magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs003.snc6/165305_486962972440_580242440_6209899_6285461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs003.snc6/165305_486962972440_580242440_6209899_6285461_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a handsome building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1337.snc4/162979_486963107440_580242440_6209902_3397589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1337.snc4/162979_486963107440_580242440_6209902_3397589_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs791.snc4/67186_486963132440_580242440_6209903_6837055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs791.snc4/67186_486963132440_580242440_6209903_6837055_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs024.snc6/165429_486963027440_580242440_6209900_4423516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs024.snc6/165429_486963027440_580242440_6209900_4423516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;buildings in the city that look like this.&lt;br /&gt;Omg... i am so going back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, Nat and i passed by the Paranakan Museum too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs560.ash2/148253_486962817440_580242440_6209896_7838546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs560.ash2/148253_486962817440_580242440_6209896_7838546_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time maybe? (haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting for Nat to arrive @ Raffles City today,&lt;br /&gt;I came across this arts festival brochure (yeah i know, what's up with me and brochures right? haha) and the arts festival is called, "Fringe" presented by M1.&lt;br /&gt;I flipped through and this blurb of a play caught my eye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man stabs an MP at a Meet the People Session. But this is not their story. &lt;p&gt;It is the story of the man’s girlfriend, an Indonesian maid who wants  to get married and become a Singapore citizen. It is the story of the  MP’s wife, who tries to cope with her husband’s injury and the media  spotlight. It is the story of the maid’s employer, who is also  struggling with her own tragedy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These 3 women may mean nothing to each other, but they need one  another to survive. The maid, the employer and the MP’s wife. Are they  all model citizens?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Director Alvin Tan and Playwright Haresh Sharma, who have been  working together for more than two decades, return with another  original, thought-provoking work."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoa right... i know. So i did the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;I waltzed up to the information counter at Raffles city which was also an anthorised sistic agent and bought me-self a ticket to the show.&lt;br /&gt;For next year.&lt;br /&gt;15th Jan 2011. 8pm. National Museum Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch a play by a local production is something i'd always wanted to do. So i am pretty stoked about that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The only well, 'problem', i guess is the fact that i am, for-the-moment watching it alone. :( Which doesnt exactly make for good co., only sometimes but i guess not really in this case. Who watches a play alone??&lt;br /&gt;That's like going to a cinema and watching a movie alone.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad. But on the other hand, quite refreshing, considering i have never done that in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But i am still gonna ask around and see if anyone's interested.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're a student, the ticket's only S$20 (inclusive of sistic booking fee)! Okay, now i know what you must be thinking, 'pris! that's twice the price of a movie ticket!' ah.. but you see, you are paying for a unique threatrical experience. (ohmyyy... i did not just say that)&lt;br /&gt;No play, even the exact same play by the exact same cast, is the same.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one can ever recreate actions exactly the same way as before.&lt;br /&gt;We're not robots.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be like..... watching a 'Live' Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Come on..... admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How cool is that....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! The storyline looks really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;All the more reason to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have decided, i am gonna visit most museums in Singapore by the end of this holiday. Cause that for me is..... a true holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Leisure-learning @ my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh............. now that's more like it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6299972110284747068?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6299972110284747068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6299972110284747068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6299972110284747068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6299972110284747068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/museums-good-co-happy-me.html' title='Museums + good co. = a happy me.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-371247647820616274</id><published>2010-12-20T00:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:18:24.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundae musings...</title><content type='html'>'Courage and Confidence isn't quite the same.'&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought i had a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how's everyone? (and by everyone i mean really just me, because, well between me and you, i don't think anyone really reads this. wink. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i don't really know what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am just making it up as i go along, as i always do.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like writing a blog post, so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was just thinking.......&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;The world is really really really really different (and different i mean direct opposite) from God.&lt;br /&gt;The world is really really warped.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fantastic eg: (just came to me today)&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers.&lt;br /&gt;One word, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Great Minds, Intellectual Giants.&lt;br /&gt;In short, you hold them in one of the highest esteems.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Kay call me presumptuous, but i dare say 8/9 philosophers do not believe in God,&lt;br /&gt;or at least 8/9 of whom i've read about.&lt;br /&gt;They even reason to disproof God.&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche. Karl Marx. Just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;The very people society holds in the highest of esteems deny the existence of God.&lt;br /&gt;The very people society holds in the greatest respect deem the purest definition of Truth a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The fool says in his heart, 'there is no God'.." - Psalm 14:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;How different we view the world, people in particular, from the way God views the world.&lt;br /&gt;Oh to see life through the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; a perspective that'll be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-371247647820616274?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/371247647820616274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=371247647820616274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/371247647820616274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/371247647820616274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/sundae-musings.html' title='sundae musings...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5655207741934256382</id><published>2010-12-12T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:44:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo hooo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/99/142F5F50A4543EC792443D8B58BCBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/99/142F5F50A4543EC792443D8B58BCBC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad Rebecca Lim won Best Actress!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I always knew she had talent right from the moment the pupil started.&lt;br /&gt;Her acting is so friggin natural for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;And btw that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Channel 8 actors are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super &lt;/span&gt;dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;Like they just don't feel real to life, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5655207741934256382?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5655207741934256382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5655207741934256382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5655207741934256382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5655207741934256382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/whoo-hooo.html' title='Whoo hooo!!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3435899824958571610</id><published>2010-12-11T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:36:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am Bored...!"</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of things you could do if you're are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;measure how fast you type!&lt;/a&gt; (although i would contest this and say that it is not a very good way to measure how fast one types when they are copying something as opposed to them typing what they want to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS TRAILER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2LXy66ah8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2LXy66ah8I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. CUTE. RIGHT. SMURFS!!! I AM SO GONNA WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Smurfs were cute. &lt;br /&gt;They are like.... the english subsitute for Doraemon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... okay well this list is still in progress... check back here for updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3435899824958571610?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3435899824958571610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3435899824958571610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3435899824958571610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3435899824958571610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-bored.html' title='&quot;I am Bored...!&quot;'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1038428707134846952</id><published>2010-12-10T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:36:26.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club can't even handle me right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWnHoUYQW30?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWnHoUYQW30?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i don't even like Taylor Ward, I think this is better than the original version. Cobus potgieter's the best though. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1038428707134846952?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1038428707134846952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1038428707134846952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1038428707134846952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1038428707134846952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/club-cant-even-handle-me-right-now.html' title='Club can&apos;t even handle me right now....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-527493035662123508</id><published>2010-12-06T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:16:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Social Network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield did a rather good job as Mark Zukerberg and his friend Eduardo plus both look so right for the role, both fit as well as  glove on a hand.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy Andrew Garfield will be replacing Tobey Maguire as Spider-man in the next installment of the film. He's kinda cute and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a really&lt;/span&gt; good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stupidcelebrities.net/wp-content/Andrew-Garfield-new-spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://stupidcelebrities.net/wp-content/Andrew-Garfield-new-spiderman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! If you had any trouble conjuring up a mental picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the point that i was so happy that Andrew is replacing Tobey M....&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's like..... Tobey M's face is always so stone-ish and he's so stoic when he is portraying Peter Parker/Spider-man in the film. It's like... sometimes when i am watching the films (spider-man 1,2,3) I feel like yelling, "YOU'RE NOT PORTRAYING LKY for goodness sakes..!! So stop being so stoic!! Move your face TOBSSSS....!!"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;Recall the scene in Spider-man 3 when P.P wants to propose to MJ at the French Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;MJ's like all sad because she just got dropped from broadway, saw her bf kiss gwen stacey as spider-man and to rub it in, Gwen stacey, P.P 'lab partner', comes over and gets all touchy with P.P.&lt;br /&gt;So to this MJ responds something like, "..that was our kiss..."&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Dunst who plays MJ shows exasperated face, which is apt.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to push me away....??"&lt;br /&gt;And to this Tobey M shows somewhat a bewildered-stonish face and says something like,&lt;br /&gt;"Push you away... MJ I love you..."&lt;br /&gt;Tobey M shows bewilderment for like maybe 1 nano second and then returns to his stone-ish face again.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, emotional moment in spidey flick, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;Precisely, my point.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am just so glad Andrew.G is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;After watching The Social Network, I am convinced he'll play a fantastic, wonderful, superhero-ish, and not to mention of FULL OF EMOTIONS, Peter Parker/Spidey.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for Drew Garfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-527493035662123508?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/527493035662123508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=527493035662123508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/527493035662123508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/527493035662123508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/45.html' title='4/5'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-129100328124912466</id><published>2010-12-05T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:55:38.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully composed by The Black Eyed Peas.</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with the world, mama&lt;br /&gt;                      People livin' like they ain't got no mamas&lt;br /&gt;                      I think the whole world addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;                      Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma&lt;br /&gt;                      Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism&lt;br /&gt;                      But we still got terrorists here livin'&lt;br /&gt;                      In the USA, the big CIA&lt;br /&gt;                      The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK&lt;br /&gt;                      But if you only have love for your own race&lt;br /&gt;                      Then you only leave space to discriminate&lt;br /&gt;                      And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;br /&gt;                      And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah&lt;br /&gt;                      Badness is what you demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;                      And that's exactly how anger works and operates&lt;br /&gt;                      Nigga, you gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;                      Take control of your mind and meditate&lt;br /&gt;                      Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all                     &lt;p&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;                      And would you turn the other cheek&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;                      Send us some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;                      'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (Love)&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;                      The love, the love&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;It just ain't the same, always unchanged&lt;br /&gt;                      New days are strange, is the world insane&lt;br /&gt;                      If love and peace is so strong&lt;br /&gt;                      Why are there pieces of love that don't belong&lt;br /&gt;                      Nations droppin' bombs&lt;br /&gt;                      Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones&lt;br /&gt;                      With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young&lt;br /&gt;                      So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone&lt;br /&gt;                      So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;                      In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'&lt;br /&gt;                      in&lt;br /&gt;                      Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends&lt;br /&gt;                      Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother&lt;br /&gt;                      A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover&lt;br /&gt;                      The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug&lt;br /&gt;                      If you never know truth then you never know love&lt;br /&gt;                      Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where's the love, y'all&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;                      And would you turn the other cheek&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;                      Send us some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;                      'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (Love)&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;                      The love, the love&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;                      As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder&lt;br /&gt;                      Most of us only care about money makin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Selfishness got us followin' in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;                      Wrong information always shown by the media&lt;br /&gt;                      Negative images is the main criteria&lt;br /&gt;                      Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria&lt;br /&gt;                      Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;                      Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity&lt;br /&gt;                      Whatever happened to the fairness in equality&lt;br /&gt;                      Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity&lt;br /&gt;                      Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity&lt;br /&gt;                      That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;                      That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;                      There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;                      Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;                      And would you turn the other cheek&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;                      Send us some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;                      'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (Love)&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;                      Where is the love (The love)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-129100328124912466?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/129100328124912466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-469532985512286693</id><published>2010-12-04T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:45:03.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are still searching for Love because we haven't found it.</title><content type='html'>and even when we have, we reject it because it isn't the way we understand love.&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps we had the wrong perception of Love right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about pure acceptance and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;about a certain kind of discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refusing to accept evil and a discriminator of evil, this is Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't a pushover,&lt;br /&gt;or a doormat you walk over.&lt;br /&gt;Neither is it a big fat sloppy justification that covers all the injustice,evil, and pride in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You're right, no one knows exactly what Love is.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, Who Love is.&lt;br /&gt;Much of Love is still a mystery and perhaps forever will be to us.&lt;br /&gt;But we do know this much,&lt;br /&gt;that Love for our sake, died a most painful death, so that we might not have to.&lt;br /&gt;So that we don't have to feel..... unloved, which is perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;most agonizing feeling in the universe of all universes.&lt;br /&gt;But instead, to feel loved by Love itself.&lt;br /&gt;Love is an overcomer,&lt;br /&gt;not a passive sit-by-er that watches while all the evil around us swallows us up and envelopes us till we are eaten alive.&lt;br /&gt;Love fights evil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not &lt;/span&gt;accepts it.&lt;br /&gt;Love sets things right.&lt;br /&gt;Love makes things right.&lt;br /&gt;Love fights &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a Fighter, a Discriminator and an Overcomer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-469532985512286693?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/469532985512286693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=469532985512286693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/469532985512286693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/469532985512286693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-still-searching-for-love-because.html' title='we are still searching for Love because we haven&apos;t found it.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4562442857242904573</id><published>2010-11-28T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:11:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not how it should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not how it could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is how it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And our God is in control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not how it will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we finally will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll see with our own eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was always in control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we will finally really understand what it means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While we're waiting for that day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not where we planned to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we started this journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this is where we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And our God is in control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though this first taste is bitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will be sweetness forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we finally taste and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That our God is in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our God is in Control, Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4562442857242904573?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-7548267348851664376</id><published>2010-11-27T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:08:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Brown Vintage Leather Bags for SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yim-Cb2lYYs/TPCuSSUvIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KzpAT_zDnRw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-27%2Bat%2B14.51%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yim-Cb2lYYs/TPCuSSUvIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KzpAT_zDnRw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-27%2Bat%2B14.51%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122770472772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yim-Cb2lYYs/TPCuSKbu8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/fYkYJlKTvTQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-27%2Bat%2B14.48%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yim-Cb2lYYs/TPCuSKbu8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/fYkYJlKTvTQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-27%2Bat%2B14.48%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122768354636418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Brown leather sling bags for sale.&lt;br /&gt;These bags just oozes vintage chic.&lt;br /&gt;Going for only S$35 &lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt;. non neg. BEST PRICE.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, email me @ alkene.water.alcohol@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Both are in great condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7548267348851664376?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7548267348851664376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7548267348851664376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7548267348851664376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7548267348851664376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-brown-vintage-leather-bags-for-sale.html' title='2 Brown Vintage Leather Bags for SALE'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yim-Cb2lYYs/TPCuSSUvIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KzpAT_zDnRw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-27%2Bat%2B14.51%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-868063739563542165</id><published>2010-11-24T17:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:56:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautifully written words... from about 300 over years ago.</title><content type='html'>"We hold these truths to be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-evidence" title="Self-evidence"&gt;self-evident&lt;/a&gt;, that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_men_are_created_equal" title="All men are created equal"&gt;all men are created equal&lt;/a&gt;, that they are endowed by their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creator_deity" title="Creator deity"&gt;Creator&lt;/a&gt; with certain &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inalienable_rights" title="Inalienable rights" class="mw-redirect"&gt;unalienable Rights&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-71" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Declaration_of_Independence#cite_note-71"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;72&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; that among these are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life,_liberty_and_the_pursuit_of_happiness" title="Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"&gt;Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness&lt;/a&gt;. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consent_of_the_governed" title="Consent of the governed"&gt;consent of the governed&lt;/a&gt;, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Right_of_revolution" title="Right of revolution"&gt;Right of the People to alter or to abolish it&lt;/a&gt;,  and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such  principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem  most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed,  will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for  light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn,  that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,  than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are  accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing  invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under  absolute &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despotism" title="Despotism"&gt;Despotism&lt;/a&gt;, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from The Declaration of Independence. (wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Singapore has its own Declaration of Independence? (from separation with Malaysia) Ya.. totally not inspiring. Haha! It was very technical, and i guess you have to be when you are writing such an important document but still.... it should be something understandable by the average joe (or in this case the ah hocks and ah kows), written in lay-man's terms, so people can better appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to wiki Singapore's constitution (because i have never heard of it...i mean honestly! have you???)&lt;br /&gt;And check this out, "freedom of speech, assembly and association" is apparently one of our fundamental rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;But.. there is a clause, "Part XII of the constitution allows the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_Singapore" title="Parliament of Singapore"&gt;Parliament of Singapore&lt;/a&gt; to enact legislation designed to stop or prevent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subversion_%28political%29" title="Subversion (political)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;subversion&lt;/a&gt;. Such legislation is valid even if it is inconsistent with Part IV of the constitution."&lt;br /&gt;And subversion, btw "refers to an attempt to overthrow the established order of a society."&lt;br /&gt;Haha how interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;It's like no wonder..........&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that there will never be a revolution in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, do we even need one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, i was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;MOE should totally make it mandatory for every student in Singapore to study Singapore history. You know all the merger, konfrantasi (don't know if i spelt that right) stuff, because I think that way, we would able to better appreciate our social harmony and not demand for things that are just.... plain ludacris.&lt;br /&gt;It will also help us gain a better insight into our history and the circumstances and factors Singapore was built upon and hopefully instill a sense of Pride for our nation (other than the national day parade we always have) having known the struggle for Independence.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even get some youths interested in singapore politics.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-868063739563542165?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/868063739563542165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=868063739563542165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/868063739563542165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/868063739563542165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautifully-written-words-from-about.html' title='beautifully written words... from about 300 over years ago.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3823038003192798763</id><published>2010-11-20T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:49:43.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf3h8I7v_NI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yf3h8I7v_NI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawnstars on History Channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3823038003192798763?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3823038003192798763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3823038003192798763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3823038003192798763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3823038003192798763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-this-show.html' title='Love this show'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5621480806430210304</id><published>2010-11-17T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:00:17.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am on TWITTER...!! yay!</title><content type='html'>Okay i have no idea why, or what it really is for what the fun of it is but... yeah i've joined.&lt;br /&gt;I have, so far, since setting up my account 5 mins ago, 1 follower (some stranger...) and 1 person whom i am following (my brother) and that's it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why they call it twitter.&lt;br /&gt;It's like.... so... birdy to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5621480806430210304?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5621480806430210304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5621480806430210304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5621480806430210304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5621480806430210304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-on-twitter-yay.html' title='i am on TWITTER...!! yay!'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6028442515233201646</id><published>2010-11-16T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:33:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My legs are killin me...</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Nat (the hippie, whom i havent hung out with since forever) whom for today, or this week, should be henceforth known as Nat the Stylist instead because i asked her out to help me choose an outfit for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't know what's Friday, Friday is Fairfield's Annual Band &amp;amp; Choir Concert held @ Singapore Conference Hall where i have been given the honour together with Al Emporio to host.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... i know... pretty heavy duty...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we walked till our legs ached so bad (and we weren't even wearing heels or what not, it was just slippers and shoes) but that was all the bad that happened.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pick out a STUNNING outfit for Friday together with the help of Nat plus catch up with her. Yeap we had a whole year's catch-up convo.&lt;br /&gt;So i was pretty happy &amp;amp; contended. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other news, i think Prince William, (as in the next in line or the next next in line for the throne of Britain) is pretty handsome. But... here's the gasping news... he's balding.&lt;br /&gt;Like... pretty bad i think, which is quite sad cause i think he is kinda too young for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh it must be tough being a Prince.&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;He could just be genetically unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;No actually i wouldn't really say that, considering he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; really handsome and he gets to be a Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prince-william.org/images%5Cplayers%5Cprince-william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 476px;" src="http://www.prince-william.org/images%5Cplayers%5Cprince-william.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. know. right.&lt;br /&gt;I think he got his looks from his mom. (Princess Diana) She was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pretty too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6028442515233201646?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6028442515233201646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6028442515233201646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6028442515233201646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6028442515233201646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-legs-are-killin-me.html' title='My legs are killin me...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-5863628496911288256</id><published>2010-11-16T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:21:18.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Cinema meets Biology</title><content type='html'>http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/16/science/16animate.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=global-home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this cool article from the New York Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-5863628496911288256?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/5863628496911288256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=5863628496911288256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5863628496911288256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/5863628496911288256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-cinema-meets-biology.html' title='Where Cinema meets Biology'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6429915100057543387</id><published>2010-11-15T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:13:18.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O LEVELS ARE OVER.</title><content type='html'>Its. The. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so...&lt;br /&gt;What do we do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6429915100057543387?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6429915100057543387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6429915100057543387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6429915100057543387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6429915100057543387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-levels-are-over.html' title='O LEVELS ARE OVER.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2732855116546926613</id><published>2010-11-12T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:38:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life does surprise you.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from dinner and spending the night out with Kim.&lt;br /&gt;All we did was talk. Eat. talk.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought i'd say this but it was good. &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Chemistry, was just... plain sly.&lt;br /&gt;They should change the simile from, "as sly as a fox" to "as sly as a Cambridge O level Chem paper.&lt;br /&gt;But, i guess that would just be a mouthful to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2732855116546926613?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2732855116546926613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2732855116546926613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2732855116546926613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2732855116546926613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-does-surprise-you.html' title='Life does surprise you.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3601875980494754655</id><published>2010-11-10T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:11:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So..... this is what goes on in a Mathematican's Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scarpaz.com/Attic/Documents/Escher%20Pictures/Escher%20-%20High%20and%20Low%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.scarpaz.com/Attic/Documents/Escher%20Pictures/Escher%20-%20High%20and%20Low%202.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All works from Escher. What he is known for is his use of perspectives to create 3D images on 2D platforms.&lt;br /&gt;He is also known to draw seemingly, 'mind-bending'/ paradoxical images. He was a mathematician as well as an artist. Pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/escher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/escher.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to follow the path from the highest level. Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;I think you could stare at it all day long and not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, his most famous work................ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poster.net/escher-mc/escher-mc-ascending-descending-7400019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.poster.net/escher-mc/escher-mc-ascending-descending-7400019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ascending and Descending"&lt;br /&gt;Also featured in the movie, "Inception".&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get the paradox, look at the highest level of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... now you see it.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have fun staring... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3601875980494754655?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-9155723148615408900</id><published>2010-11-10T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:14:23.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the words of this song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;When the walls close in around me&lt;br /&gt;Let Your glory light the darkness in my night&lt;br /&gt;When the suffering's all the I see&lt;br /&gt;May I walk with You by faith and not by sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road of sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but to offer You my life&lt;br /&gt;Greater love I have not found it&lt;br /&gt;All be mercy You have eased this troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open hearted&lt;br /&gt;You said search&lt;br /&gt;And I will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo, oh, oh, oh, oa&lt;br /&gt;Sin is broken&lt;br /&gt;The lost now chosen&lt;br /&gt;The Father's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble King, You go before me&lt;br /&gt;By Your grace I live for everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;Through your son I am made wealthy&lt;br /&gt;There's no other who will love me like You do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running&lt;br /&gt;Back to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reign&lt;br /&gt;You reign in all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Wo, oh, oh, oh, oa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Hillsong's latest album, A Beautiful Exchange, The Father's Heart.&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/1819474883523287685-9155723148615408900?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/9155723148615408900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-7808810426563885782</id><published>2010-11-09T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:36:11.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just sent perhaps the most umprofessional letter</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Priscilla Lim, a Student, going to graduate from  Fairfield Methodist School (Secondary) in a matter of 6 days and i was  wondering if IKEA has any job openings for students during the holidays.  Firstly, let me just say how much i love IKEA, (which is one of the  reasons why i wish to apply for a temp job here) it is really not so  much about the money as it is about how amazing the culture is at IKEA.  Every time i go there, it just feels as though it is something  different. Therefore, i am writing this email in hope that there is a  job, perhaps suitable for someone like me at IKEA. (more preferably the  Alexandra Outlet)&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty good interpersonal skills, i am good with strangers, so  sales would probably be a good fit. I was Debate president for two years  in Secondary school and an EXCO member of the Symphonic Band. I really  hope that there is a job suitable for me during this holidays at IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;It is, for now, my dream job.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you need any more information and i would be glad to provide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Priscilla Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmm.... now i Wonder what they'll say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7808810426563885782?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7808810426563885782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7808810426563885782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7808810426563885782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7808810426563885782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-sent-perhaps-most-umprofessional.html' title='I just sent perhaps the most umprofessional letter'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-8770068061513103526</id><published>2010-11-08T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:32:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LARGEST PRIME NUMBER AS OF YET IS.......</title><content type='html'>Unpronounceable:   2&lt;sup&gt;43,112,609&lt;/sup&gt; − 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, Chris Boone was right, you can earn money finding really really really really large prime numbers. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 2008 the record passed ten million digits, earning a $100,000 prize.[5] Additional prizes are being offered for the first prime number found with at least one hundred million digits and the first with at least one billion digits.[1]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- excerpt from wiki's article on the largest prime number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how you can win some &lt;a href="http://www.mersenne.org/legal/#awards"&gt;$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are free online softwares that can be run on your own computer in search of a really big prime number and if you're fortunate, you could win some money for it.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that right?&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i wonder whether the amount of $ spent leaving your computer running will equate to your probability of you finding a really large number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8770068061513103526?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8770068061513103526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8770068061513103526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8770068061513103526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8770068061513103526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/largest-prime-number-as-of-yet-is_08.html' title='LARGEST PRIME NUMBER AS OF YET IS.......'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1519999753956727776</id><published>2010-11-06T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:55:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little over a week left till this agony is over.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="realText"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You're come so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for wearing&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Live your story,&lt;br /&gt;Faith,hope and glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;When clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on till the end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Valley, mountain,&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Words are swaying,&lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let us come home to stay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and....I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;- If We Hold on Together by Diana Ross from The Land Before Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1519999753956727776?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1519999753956727776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1519999753956727776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1519999753956727776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1519999753956727776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-over-week-left-till-this-agony.html' title='A little over a week left till this agony is over.....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4870776172585806733</id><published>2010-11-06T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:46:07.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting myself a job like this over the holidays:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8--igTqDrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8--igTqDrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not as a comedian, but a pitchman. Or better known in the Singapore society as a, "promoter".  &lt;br /&gt;Of course in real life it will be a googleplex times less glam (and funny) but hey! what a life experience huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4870776172585806733?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4870776172585806733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4870776172585806733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4870776172585806733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4870776172585806733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-getting-myself-job-like-this-over.html' title='I am getting myself a job like this over the holidays:'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-455196619027426824</id><published>2010-11-06T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:37:41.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Great read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rhapsodyinbooks.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/what_the_dog_saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 467px;" src="http://rhapsodyinbooks.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/what_the_dog_saw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i am only on chapter 2. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I love malcolm gladwell's books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-455196619027426824?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/455196619027426824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=455196619027426824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/455196619027426824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/455196619027426824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-read.html' title='a Great read'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4880943152233134669</id><published>2010-11-06T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:35:20.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually think that......</title><content type='html'>if you sit on your bum for too long, it will go numb.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the way your legs do, when you sit cross-legged for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4880943152233134669?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4880943152233134669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4880943152233134669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4880943152233134669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4880943152233134669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-actually-think-that.html' title='I actually think that......'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-563132154630255054</id><published>2010-11-06T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:34:12.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is said that......</title><content type='html'>If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two schools of thought on reading this.&lt;br /&gt;My first inital thought which came to me instantly when i first read this was, ha! i wonder if anyone is dumb enough to try it to find out if really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was that yelling or producing noise or sound is a very good way to produce energy. Of course, as can be seen from the above interesting fact, it isnt exactly the most efficient way. BUT, it is still a way. Plus the fact that sound is the easiest energy in the world to generate. I remember studying chemistry (i think it was the chapter on fuels) and thinking that if we could somehow harness sound energy produced and translate it into a form of energy we could store and use. Then, i'd think that we'd have just found the world's most renewable source of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, life is never that simple.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure someone else out there has thought of that before and found it unfeasible and thus, here we are still stuck with the good ol fossil fuels. Burning it up, and polluting the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://retrovision.tv/wp-content/uploads/earth_full_hires-20copy-nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 518px;" src="http://retrovision.tv/wp-content/uploads/earth_full_hires-20copy-nasa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-563132154630255054?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/563132154630255054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=563132154630255054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/563132154630255054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/563132154630255054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-said-that.html' title='It is said that......'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-7004836105359906033</id><published>2010-11-06T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:17:39.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay... so i've toned it down...</title><content type='html'>with a robot background.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cute don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;The repeated patterns remind me of a little boy's favourite bedsheet or blanket or boxer shorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-7004836105359906033?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/7004836105359906033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=7004836105359906033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7004836105359906033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/7004836105359906033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-so-ive-toned-it-down.html' title='Okay... so i&apos;ve toned it down...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2568792613436312952</id><published>2010-11-06T00:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:13:32.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye minimalism....and hello to you*bottom.</title><content type='html'>Sigh... i really shouldnt have changed my blog template.&lt;br /&gt;Because my old one was no longer available on the blogger template selection.&lt;br /&gt;Now i am stuck with the new fancy but over-compartmentalised themes to choose from. As can be seen. I feel so restricted now. Like... restricted. Just look at the invisible lines around this post. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I think blogger was thinking it was doing users a favour by 'upgrading' to more 'modern' themes.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of stylish minimalism.&lt;br /&gt;The secret to everything timelessly, good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the real problem?&lt;br /&gt;The real problem is that people think that more is good.&lt;br /&gt;oh here we go: the age-old flawed beyond recognition equation of more=good.&lt;br /&gt;Omgoons i wonder who came up with that warped concept because it is so inherent in our society today and it could possibly be the cause for everything going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;Including, the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I use to remember, i still do it actually, i would/will visit blogs and literally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cringe &lt;/span&gt;when music starts playing (pls dont get offended if your blog plays music because there are always exceptions in life), and when there are so many things on a single page my eyes go into a "where's-wally-mood", just that this time i am not finding wally, i am finding the words that form the posts of the blog to read.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;And now, behold, for i have become just like one of em.&lt;br /&gt;GASP. the horror...... (wow i didn't know i could be so dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wait i just have to show you what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;This is what a house would look like if you designed it, based on minimalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/tools/WPro/images/10u/odos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.designboom.com/tools/WPro/images/10u/odos1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Gorgeous ain't it? Precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about minimalism in....... fashion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/CELINE/RUNWAY/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/CELINE/RUNWAY/00010m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. beau-ti-ful.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a firm believer in the minimalist-movement.&lt;br /&gt;Excess, as my English teacher always says, denies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWY, my title says hello to bottom with a star, on bottom because i am not quite sure how many of us know who bottom is.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, bottom is actually a who.&lt;br /&gt;Not the best buds you constantly make to kiss the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom as in the fictitious character Shakespeare brings to life in, A Midsummer Night's Dream. (i hate this play btw)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bottom in the play is this obnoxious, yet lovable character, who, literally makes an ass of himself.&lt;br /&gt;So thus, hello to you bottom, because my theme now and everything else that constitutes this blog just screams obnoxious now.&lt;br /&gt;Be it the larger than life fonts, or the louder than loud backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;sadsad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, what's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;But to embrace it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2568792613436312952?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2568792613436312952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2568792613436312952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2568792613436312952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2568792613436312952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-minimalismand-hello-to.html' title='goodbye minimalism....and hello to you*bottom.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-4253661965779204053</id><published>2010-11-05T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:06:50.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Aesop's Fable: The Wind &amp; the Sun.</title><content type='html'>The Wind and the Sun once had an arguement as to which was the stronger of the two, and they agreed to settle the issue by holding a contest: whoever could make a traveller take off his coat first would be recognised as the more powerful. The Wind began and blew with all his might until he stirred up a blast, cold and fierce alaskan storm. The stronger he blew, however, the tighter the traveller wrapped his coat around him and clasped it with his hands. Then the Sun broke out, and with his welcome beams he dispersed the clouds and the cold. The traveller felt the suddem warmth and as the sun shone brighter and brighter, he sat down, overcome by the heat and threw his coat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the Sun was declared the winner and ever since then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persuasion has been held in higher esteem than force&lt;/span&gt;. Indeed, Sunshine of a kind and gentle manner will sooner open a poor man's heart than all the threats and force of blustering authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From Aesop's Fables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first read this story i was like, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That was good.&lt;br /&gt;And then, as all good-curious teenagers i went to google aesop's fables and found out that aesop was actually a greek slave, and he was so prominient that even Greek philosophers like socrates read his fables whilst he was in jail or something. (wiki)&lt;br /&gt;Neat eh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but i had always thought Aesop was French.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4253661965779204053?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4253661965779204053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4253661965779204053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4253661965779204053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4253661965779204053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/wind-sun.html' title='My Favourite Aesop&apos;s Fable: The Wind &amp; the Sun.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-1779759638170555926</id><published>2010-11-03T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:36:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>God.&lt;br /&gt;Bio today was.... alright. It was for me, the only paper i sat for and i came out smiling.&lt;br /&gt;So, really thank God although i realised that i did make some careless mistakes, (which are the... omg i am gonna shoot myself in the foot kind) but oh wells, whats done is done. Thank God nonetheless because i really had no time to do Bio revision other than 3 weeks ago. So really Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-1779759638170555926?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/1779759638170555926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=1779759638170555926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1779759638170555926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/1779759638170555926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-964863293999269847</id><published>2010-11-03T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:32:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JJJJJosh grobannnnnnn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s148/malley116/Awake%20Tourbook%20Pics/JoshGroban6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 744px; height: 1024px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s148/malley116/Awake%20Tourbook%20Pics/JoshGroban6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, i've been listening to a lot of celine dion and Josh Groban. Maybe because i needed the 'inspirational' vibe they always give off through their songs. But either way, i have concluded.&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban = Best Male Singer Ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion? Hmmm...... haha maybe i am being bias here (of course i am!)...&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy listening to her french songs and of course, the legendary Titanic song.&lt;br /&gt;But... best female singer ever? that's a tough one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-964863293999269847?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/964863293999269847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=964863293999269847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/964863293999269847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/964863293999269847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/jjjjjosh-grobannnnnnn.html' title='JJJJJosh grobannnnnnn.....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s148/malley116/Awake%20Tourbook%20Pics/th_JoshGroban6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-2138086223918768112</id><published>2010-11-01T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:34:46.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From an article on The NYT.</title><content type='html'>"Philosophy's distinguishing value? For me, it resides not so much in the big questions' multifarious questions themselves, nor, alas in wisdom attained through the exacting process of answering them, but rather how it invariably reminds how little we really do know. Philosophy is, or should be, humbling, and is for this, ennobling."&lt;br /&gt;- by Robin Jeshion. (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/11/01/opinion/20101101_Stone_Profile.html"&gt;excerpt from this really intriguing photography project&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2138086223918768112?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2138086223918768112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2138086223918768112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2138086223918768112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2138086223918768112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-article-on-nyt.html' title='From an article on The NYT.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-8962624939957105768</id><published>2010-11-01T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:24:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. Josh Groban is..... goosebumping-inducing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZHrbjhwKik?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZHrbjhwKik?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sarah mclachlan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-8962624939957105768?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/8962624939957105768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=8962624939957105768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8962624939957105768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/8962624939957105768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-josh-groban-is-goosebumping.html' title='OMG. Josh Groban is..... goosebumping-inducing.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-2916598124534815224</id><published>2010-10-28T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:40:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Martin said it well.</title><content type='html'>Lovers keep on the road you're on&lt;br /&gt;Runners until the race is run&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers you've got to soldier on&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even the right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are turning my head out&lt;br /&gt;To see what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my head down&lt;br /&gt;To see what it feels like now&lt;br /&gt;And I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;One day we're going to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight maybe we're gonna run&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of the Osaka sun&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh ohohohoh oh&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are turning my head out&lt;br /&gt;To see what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my head down&lt;br /&gt;To see what it feels like now&lt;br /&gt;And I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;One day the sun will come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coldplay, Lovers in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-2916598124534815224?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/2916598124534815224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=2916598124534815224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2916598124534815224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/2916598124534815224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/10/soundtrack-of-os.html' title='Chris Martin said it well.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3388093501676128357</id><published>2010-10-19T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:43:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudyard Kipling said it well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP six honest serving-men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; (They taught me all I knew);&lt;br /&gt;Their names are What and Why and When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; And How and Where and Who.&lt;br /&gt;I send them over land and sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; I send them east and west;&lt;br /&gt;But after they have worked for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; give them all a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; let them rest from nine till five,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt;  For I am busy then,&lt;br /&gt;As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; For they are hungry men.&lt;br /&gt;But different folk have different views;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt;I know a person small—&lt;br /&gt;She keeps ten million serving-men,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt;Who get no rest at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt; From the second she opens her eyes—&lt;br /&gt;One million Hows, two million Wheres,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kipling.org.uk/pix/spacer.jpg" /&gt;And seven million Whys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Rudyard Kipling, in The Elephant's Child &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3388093501676128357?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3388093501676128357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3388093501676128357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3388093501676128357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3388093501676128357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/10/rudyard-kipling-said-it-well.html' title='Rudyard Kipling said it well.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-6228043231123454017</id><published>2010-10-19T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:35:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think will happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/141484/b/boyle_sselfflowingflask.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 159px;" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/141484/b/boyle_sselfflowingflask.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the water level move?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-6228043231123454017?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/6228043231123454017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=6228043231123454017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6228043231123454017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/6228043231123454017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-think-will-happen.html' title='What do you think will happen?'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3226817228705096199</id><published>2010-10-09T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:07:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A NEW FASCINATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidsanger.com/images/clouds/2-587-90.altocirrus.m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.davidsanger.com/images/clouds/2-587-90.altocirrus.m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephology - The Study of Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;That there is system of classification for clouds.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. SO COOL RIGHT!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, up in the sky now, in the bukit batok area of Singapore, there are altocirrus clouds (as shown in the above picture). WHEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay. i am officially ludacris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3226817228705096199?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3226817228705096199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3226817228705096199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3226817228705096199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3226817228705096199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-new-fascination.html' title='I HAVE A NEW FASCINATION'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-3190840827569730973</id><published>2010-10-03T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:49:11.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have only 2 more weeks to don the Blue and Yellow uniform...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53853108@N04/5046967700/" title="classphoto 4A'10 by prisc2, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5046967700_d23da139fe_z.jpg" alt="classphoto 4A'10" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4A, class of 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-3190840827569730973?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/3190840827569730973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=3190840827569730973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3190840827569730973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/3190840827569730973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-only-2-more-weeks-to-don-blue.html' title='I have only 2 more weeks to don the Blue and Yellow uniform...'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5046967700_d23da139fe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-817908963720372940</id><published>2010-09-26T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:46:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 26th Sept 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is when we are broken, that God is fixing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is precisely when we feel weak, that God is making us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" This is not how it should be&lt;br /&gt;This is not how it could be&lt;br /&gt;This is how it is&lt;br /&gt;And our God is in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not how it will be&lt;br /&gt;When we finally will see&lt;br /&gt;We'll see with our own eyes&lt;br /&gt;He was always in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God&lt;br /&gt;And we will finally really understand what it means&lt;br /&gt;So we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God&lt;br /&gt;While we're waiting for that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not where we planned to be&lt;br /&gt;When we started this journey&lt;br /&gt;But this is where we are&lt;br /&gt;And our God is in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this first taste is bitter&lt;br /&gt;There will be sweetness forever&lt;br /&gt;When we finally taste and see&lt;br /&gt;That our God is in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God&lt;br /&gt;And we will finally really understand what it means&lt;br /&gt;So we'll sing holy, holy, holy is our God&lt;br /&gt;While we're waiting for that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting for that day&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on waiting for that day&lt;br /&gt;And we will rise&lt;br /&gt;Our God is in control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from, Our God is in Control by Steven Curtis Chapman. (go youtube it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you have been going through, consider this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our God is in Control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/1819474883523287685-817908963720372940?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/817908963720372940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=817908963720372940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/817908963720372940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/817908963720372940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-26th-sept-2010.html' title='Sunday, 26th Sept 2010'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</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-1819474883523287685.post-674634419153260039</id><published>2010-09-17T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:25:26.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foe-toe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53853108@N04/4998134722/" title="Dad and Mom.  by prisc2, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/4998134722_ee6ebfafa2_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="Dad and Mom. " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view my entire collection of photos go to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53853108@N04/"&gt;my flickr!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-674634419153260039?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/674634419153260039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=674634419153260039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/674634419153260039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/674634419153260039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/09/foe-toe.html' title='foe-toe.'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/4998134722_ee6ebfafa2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819474883523287685.post-4342698252167785106</id><published>2010-09-13T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:49:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzleimfdNx1qasjgso4_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzleimfdNx1qasjgso4_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westlife is going to sing for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I. don't. care.&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819474883523287685-4342698252167785106?l=hubertshuckers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/feeds/4342698252167785106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819474883523287685&amp;postID=4342698252167785106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4342698252167785106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819474883523287685/posts/default/4342698252167785106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubertshuckers.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve decided....'/><author><name>Pris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05036345367768392520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
