<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:38:59.377+08:00</updated><category term='Ive always loved pepermint crisp.'/><title type='text'>When The World Zigs, I Zag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2284400870036293412</id><published>2010-09-06T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:38:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflictions</title><content type='html'>In indecent times we commit the most decent crimes.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Crimes of towards our own heart. Ones attempt to circumvent the natural bearings we are set upon, such would bring nothing but an intense and irreproachable disillusionment of the possibilities that may be&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div id="tag" style="display:none"&gt;    &lt;div class="2"&gt;plea&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/445558704592779222-2284400870036293412?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2284400870036293412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2284400870036293412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2284400870036293412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2284400870036293412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/conflictions.html' title='Conflictions'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2098493373679752962</id><published>2010-03-03T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:35:44.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ive always loved pepermint crisp.'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Your favourite flavour of chocolate is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; crisp, and then one day the new cherry ripe is being released. You cant try that cherry ripe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I've always loved my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-2098493373679752962?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2098493373679752962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2098493373679752962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2098493373679752962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2098493373679752962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3416045756713167073</id><published>2009-11-15T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:43:13.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How does one eat an elephant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was once free is but momentarily hindered, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;held&lt;/span&gt; back by forces out of its control. All crevices covered. The flow is now but nil. Slowly through time, walls crack, steel rusts, clay erodes. Slowly, excruciatingly. First a trickle, then a stream and soon without warning a torrential flow gushing through. Uninhibited, lively flowing onwards towards the next leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bite by bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3416045756713167073?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3416045756713167073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3416045756713167073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3416045756713167073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3416045756713167073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/dam.html' title='The Dam'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-548290667678139691</id><published>2009-11-01T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:40:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Tomorow, Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How does one attempt to fit a square into a triangle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is now only one law to live by, time should never be wasted. Live, eat, sleep, drive, read, breathe, drink by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cut it in half I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Procrastination is something best put off until tomorrow. ~ Gerald Vaughan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-548290667678139691?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/548290667678139691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=548290667678139691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/548290667678139691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/548290667678139691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-tomorow-today.html' title='Make Tomorow, Today.'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5348464198542587951</id><published>2009-10-20T01:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:15:03.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrous anyone? Fancy a laugh?</title><content type='html'>Distancing myself from the world, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;propped&lt;/span&gt; up on my swivel I ponder the past month and more. Running things the way I did. Did I do it right? I believe so. It seems to have turned out alright for the most part. things seem relatively on track. Whats passed has gone and is now but a curve I will cherish and instill within myself for the ages to come. I hope it stays but a memory. Let the rest of this year run smooth. Let me have some peace. Let my life be a little normal then most. Let it smooth out in to sweet nothings of beautiful moments with beautiful people. But lets face the facts. That was never going to be my reality. Anyone know where my map is? I cant seem to find myself on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394379418704907058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/StyvgCuVizI/AAAAAAAAAHA/N3fU5cY1yIs/s400/Photo0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helmet on, Harness strapped, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollcage&lt;/span&gt; spot welded, NOS full, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;electrics&lt;/span&gt; removed, fire wall dropped, seats booted, rolling stock deep, full slicks strapped, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lexens&lt;/span&gt; put in, dry carbon honeycombs fabricated, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;powerplant&lt;/span&gt; rebuilt. Can someone make sure the radio is left in? I'd like to still be able to chill to sum tunes on this crazy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who have been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5348464198542587951?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5348464198542587951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5348464198542587951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5348464198542587951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5348464198542587951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/nitrous-anyone-fancy-laugh.html' title='Nitrous anyone? Fancy a laugh?'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/StyvgCuVizI/AAAAAAAAAHA/N3fU5cY1yIs/s72-c/Photo0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6008960815946566780</id><published>2009-10-14T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:07:10.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Static</title><content type='html'>The relevence of satic is its individual cracks. Each crack and pop resonates distinctly shaping how this seemingly overlooked stream of importance sounds. We have to understand and appreciate each and every crack. A pianist plays music through chords and notes, each chord is a construct of particular notes and each note is the the effect of the resonance of 3 strings. Each string the product of multiple wires woven and wound. The complicated nature of a piano is a beautiful thing. Each wire integral the the output of a single note and each note a member of chord, The accumilation of such complicated simplicity is but that of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6008960815946566780?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6008960815946566780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6008960815946566780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6008960815946566780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6008960815946566780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/static.html' title='Static'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-7417658845571398849</id><published>2009-09-18T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:46:30.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later you will realise you can only control your own body if that, sometime this vessel of mine will charter its own course with whats ment to be, I cant help it. I wouldnt change it but I dont understand it. Perhaps the heart must betray the mind in order to get us where we truly want to be. If only these binding inhibitions would allow me this peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this club - PCD Ft R Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-7417658845571398849?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7417658845571398849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=7417658845571398849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/7417658845571398849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/7417658845571398849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4086729661450296104</id><published>2009-09-12T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:11:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolmance :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family-mance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380533806519955074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt-_V-aLoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o8xq38L_4JI/s400/DSC01036.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Bromance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7FpkJ80I/AAAAAAAAAGw/C6lKMDsubiM/s1600-h/bromance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380529516811252546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7FpkJ80I/AAAAAAAAAGw/C6lKMDsubiM/s400/bromance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girlmance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7FSEPyjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xgXLkmtr-14/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380529510503402034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7FSEPyjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xgXLkmtr-14/s400/DSC00984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream-mance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7E4daNWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/prHnz6__1U4/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380529503629620578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7E4daNWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/prHnz6__1U4/s400/DSC01022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Study-mance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7EfH4EdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/saSK7SDuUnA/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380529496828416466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7EfH4EdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/saSK7SDuUnA/s400/DSC01025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bromance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7D8O1DjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rRMjSQk3jlI/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380529487462338098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt7D8O1DjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rRMjSQk3jlI/s400/DSC00998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mance you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4086729661450296104?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4086729661450296104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4086729661450296104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4086729661450296104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4086729661450296104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/lolmance-d.html' title='Lolmance :D'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sqt-_V-aLoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o8xq38L_4JI/s72-c/DSC01036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5717340144425088826</id><published>2009-09-12T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:03:53.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current....</title><content type='html'>Current Name: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kruzada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Age: Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Mellowed the eff out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuurent&lt;/span&gt; Worries: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Stimulants: Multiple Tic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Tune: Lucky - Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; Ft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Wants: Petrol, I cant get lost without it.. I knew them darn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rabs&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt; over me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Needs: Direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Likes: Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fave &lt;/span&gt;Drink: Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought: Sky Diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Kicks: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Timbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Ideas: Sand + Boards + Mates + &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pimpship&lt;/span&gt; + Road + Petrol + Food + Mountain Dew + Beef Jerky + Betty Burger + Dipping Dots + &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pimpship&lt;/span&gt; Collections = Sexy Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Joke: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ciggs&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Word: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vivacious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?: Things... I cant explain.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; why would you show me that pier jump &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PHUCK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; this blog on current stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kruzada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5717340144425088826?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5717340144425088826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5717340144425088826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5717340144425088826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5717340144425088826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/current.html' title='Current....'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3253684843446178823</id><published>2009-09-03T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:52:16.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gap</title><content type='html'>The void that fills between what we cannot understand slowly expands and contracts at our will. Though seemingly endless this abyss may be, we charter the boats that cross the sea. It is within our own reach, it is within our minds that we are blind to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insolvent&lt;/span&gt; needs that we do not heed. Willingly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allowance&lt;/span&gt; for that gap to fill with what seems to be still. As soles hit deck and paddles break upon skin, We rupture what was only always there. The scar heals slowly as it is crossed. Leaving a reminder of the price paid to what was attained. If we do not cross, it will drive us insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kruzada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3253684843446178823?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3253684843446178823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3253684843446178823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3253684843446178823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3253684843446178823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/gap.html' title='Gap'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-7226737917949103098</id><published>2009-08-28T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:36:09.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because, I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SpbKhGqcUTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7GDm3wr0mm8/s1600-h/P1060945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374705875386388786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SpbKhGqcUTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7GDm3wr0mm8/s400/P1060945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its because they are there that we take them for granted. Its because we see them all the time that we truly dont see them. Its because we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt;. Its because we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; truly comprehend what its like without them. Its because we are fools. Or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; Its just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment: Tell the people you care that you do. Forget the viral emails. Walk up to them and tell them you love em. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my Grandmother, My Family, My Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-7226737917949103098?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7226737917949103098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=7226737917949103098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/7226737917949103098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>But &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; fleeting &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;found &lt;/span&gt;moment &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; against &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; time &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; govern &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt; define. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lose &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; ones &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; self &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;devices.&lt;/span&gt; order &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-7011397500015240880?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7011397500015240880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=7011397500015240880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/7011397500015240880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/7011397500015240880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5804442518853683808</id><published>2009-08-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:45:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 90 will be</title><content type='html'>Limited Libido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened&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/445558704592779222-5804442518853683808?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5804442518853683808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5804442518853683808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5804442518853683808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5804442518853683808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-at-90-will-be.html' title='Life at 90 will be'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-7239934948553507444</id><published>2009-08-09T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:36:00.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 70 will be</title><content type='html'>Loquacious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluctuance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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be'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-9204700469468270896</id><published>2009-08-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:21:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 50 will be</title><content type='html'>Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irriversible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example&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/445558704592779222-9204700469468270896?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3195575801174738584</id><published>2009-08-09T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:53:49.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 30 will be</title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimantal&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/445558704592779222-3195575801174738584?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3195575801174738584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2261807198960075510</id><published>2009-08-09T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:00:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 18 is</title><content type='html'>Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intricacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining&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/445558704592779222-2261807198960075510?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2261807198960075510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2261807198960075510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2261807198960075510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2261807198960075510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-at-18-is.html' title='Life at 18 is'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-1091603898479049810</id><published>2009-08-09T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:25:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 15 is</title><content type='html'>Leashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaturely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;infatuated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego&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/445558704592779222-1091603898479049810?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1091603898479049810/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-228685200372235201</id><published>2009-08-09T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:36:20.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 10 is</title><content type='html'>Licking things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Imitating&lt;/span&gt; adults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Emperors&lt;/span&gt; of the sandbox&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/445558704592779222-228685200372235201?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5024233526921963367</id><published>2009-08-09T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:30:55.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at 5 is</title><content type='html'>Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants&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/445558704592779222-5024233526921963367?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5024233526921963367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2703018856621088202</id><published>2009-08-06T01:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:25:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clue</title><content type='html'>The once morbid truth that pops to mind when one envisions what was and what might be, is falling softly each and every time I reach out to take it. It spirals out of control when I seek to direct it. The wheels disengages when I crank the shaft. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what this is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To save you time, To save you pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a chain is but only as strong as its weakest link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ernest Hemingway - Shotgun user...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For they who seek answers to questions that may never be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-2703018856621088202?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2703018856621088202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2703018856621088202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2703018856621088202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2703018856621088202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/clue.html' title='Clue'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3365882071085384961</id><published>2009-08-05T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:32:17.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>The once smoldering embers of what was once a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woodfire&lt;/span&gt; deteriorate slowly. Exchanged for one of gas. Crafted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; what is gone. Different body same face, we all cling to what we know. The unknown always intrigued man but the possibility of failure held inanimate the man &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the brightest mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lay waste ones mind to the fear of failure. You will not be better for it nor will the world. Setbacks are but the essence of learning and learning the essence of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3365882071085384961?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3365882071085384961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3365882071085384961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3365882071085384961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3365882071085384961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2706334340163762546</id><published>2009-08-03T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:39:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SnagwC_R6lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fPydFNzbob0/s1600-h/031_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365652753354975826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SnagwC_R6lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fPydFNzbob0/s400/031_28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Love is sacrificing for others&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some words of wisdom from one of the greatest men to walk this earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without him I have no idea who I would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Uncle Albert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-2706334340163762546?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2706334340163762546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2706334340163762546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2706334340163762546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2706334340163762546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SnagwC_R6lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fPydFNzbob0/s72-c/031_28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6820569689154279226</id><published>2009-08-03T13:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:09:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trickle</title><content type='html'>The slow and eventual flow of water takes many courses through the stream some seen, others hidden, it finds its own way when there is a blockage, its finds its own way when barred. There &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; much to stop it, metal will rust through, clouds will take it over, sands will erode, clay will crumble, The undetermined yet set course of the stream will be unpredicted but definite. Its direction evolving. The perpetual movement of the stream will not cease. With all our powers we can only do so much to hinder its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;movements&lt;/span&gt; but we will not prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I'm telling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The stream is us. Find a direction. Find a goal. Find something to achieve. Be it small or big, find it. If stopped, go over, under, around. Double back and find a new path to the same destination. If others &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barricade&lt;/span&gt; you. Ask why? Take it, evolve and continue. Oh and you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re-asses&lt;/span&gt; your goals along the way. Life was never fixed. You only fail when you stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6820569689154279226?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6820569689154279226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6820569689154279226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6820569689154279226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6820569689154279226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/trickle.html' title='Trickle'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5841328057257384869</id><published>2009-07-28T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:47:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The relevence of static...</title><content type='html'>The evidence of last nights chill cascades across the pane as I move from one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slipstream&lt;/span&gt; to another. Changing paces, exchanging graces, we all pass another, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pilgriming&lt;/span&gt; towards what seems to be the rest of our lives Lags are just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;headstarts&lt;/span&gt; in advance and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;headstarts&lt;/span&gt;, lags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cheapened&lt;/span&gt; be the thrill of such unrequited &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; of the warmth engorged from fluctuating manifestations. It is but what decides the moment that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determines&lt;/span&gt; the hour of our lives. Let it be known that each moment shall hold its own in the tidal sea of waves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5841328057257384869?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5841328057257384869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5841328057257384869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5841328057257384869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5841328057257384869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/relevence-of-static.html' title='The relevence of static...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-1832503183361423817</id><published>2009-07-07T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:39:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been so long</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; written in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; long I fear I forget how to write anymore, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; words of little meaning keep popping up and falling away as I try to recall and record, Its a strange time of year and perhaps one of the most ineffable half years to date. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know what I have a achieved at all in these few months, it would seem that I walked a circle thinking it was a line, Perhaps the poorest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;representation&lt;/span&gt; of life I can find for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; are always knots and frays, and plenty dare I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will it so and so it shall be. Thy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possesses&lt;/span&gt; power no more or less then what thy mind contrives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that makes sense, for my fingers write what they wish with no accord for my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-1832503183361423817?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1832503183361423817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=1832503183361423817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1832503183361423817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1832503183361423817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-so-long.html' title='Its been so long'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-8526269876036534086</id><published>2009-06-08T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:41:40.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace part two</title><content type='html'>Seeing the chicks in the refractory,&lt;br /&gt;38ft jumpers over the guys,&lt;br /&gt;seeing the joy in others eyes,&lt;br /&gt;golfing with lady luck in the midst of night,&lt;br /&gt;watching a feinting bird take flight,&lt;br /&gt;clubbing late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;down south drives,&lt;br /&gt;resisting what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be resisted,&lt;br /&gt;magnificent food tours,&lt;br /&gt;ice skating it through the winter,&lt;br /&gt;shopping for the summer,&lt;br /&gt;late night hot tubs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sashes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;watching the rain wash away the the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;zoning out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; of my life,&lt;br /&gt;finding that perfect form,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping through all the static,&lt;br /&gt;following the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;this is the peace after thy flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday baby sis, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Reakins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With all my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-8526269876036534086?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8526269876036534086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=8526269876036534086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8526269876036534086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8526269876036534086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace-part-two.html' title='Peace part two'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3593978950086845741</id><published>2009-06-08T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:42:02.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace..</title><content type='html'>Its a calm wind blowing through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;a distant plane leaving a trail in its wake,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; student before his exams.&lt;br /&gt;a family gathered for dinner with good company,&lt;br /&gt;bros catching replays in the wee hours,&lt;br /&gt;a child popping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a baby cradled in a strangers arms,&lt;br /&gt;a mobile being dropped into the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;a game of waste bin basketball,&lt;br /&gt;a drive through the dark night,&lt;br /&gt;a web of frost across a pane,&lt;br /&gt;trench coat teachers turning up,&lt;br /&gt;and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what peace was.&lt;br /&gt;May you find peace too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For they who still search for world peace and they who believe it a fools dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3593978950086845741?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3593978950086845741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3593978950086845741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3593978950086845741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3593978950086845741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace.html' title='Peace..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-564222732270045687</id><published>2009-06-04T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:31:13.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty</title><content type='html'>Where does my duty lay? Life is just. I just can't see how.&lt;br /&gt;Let there be peace I pray. In these times no man should ever go astray.&lt;br /&gt;Life was always a bet, let there be no regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For my Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With all I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With all my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-564222732270045687?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/564222732270045687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=564222732270045687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/564222732270045687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/564222732270045687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/duty.html' title='Duty'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-541563202350039800</id><published>2009-05-31T14:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:35:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen from the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only so many times in your life that you will look at something or someone and feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; astounded, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; absorbed and attracted as if time froze around you. As each color grew brighter, each scent more distinct, each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt; amplified, each sound acoustic. As we pray for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt; to slow, time moves on unhindered and indifferent to our needs. Appreciate each moment like that for its beauty and grasp the catalyst with both hands because it only comes around every so often and once gone will flow on as only a moment once held lightly in your hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Ah Boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-541563202350039800?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/541563202350039800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=541563202350039800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/541563202350039800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/541563202350039800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/fallen-from-sky.html' title='Fallen from the sky.'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2407665177886573583</id><published>2009-05-27T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:39:00.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sh1P68bicLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xc27s0XXDe8/s1600-h/The+Shot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340512607203913906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sh1P68bicLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xc27s0XXDe8/s400/The+Shot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are no dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt; in life. Make the shot count. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; think about it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; dream about it, just drain it and walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-2407665177886573583?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2407665177886573583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2407665177886573583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2407665177886573583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2407665177886573583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/shot.html' title='The Shot'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sh1P68bicLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xc27s0XXDe8/s72-c/The+Shot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-509579001362134683</id><published>2009-05-23T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:58:02.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it is</title><content type='html'>Sparks fly, dreams die but in the end we all get by. Its life in its finest and in its worst that we appreciate this curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clandestine lives we lead, upon the secrets we feed. There is but one need for all of us to reach. One simple yet obscured view that we should meet. A fleeting yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncompromising&lt;/span&gt; truth should be told to they who are bold. Bold enough to turn and burn you where you stand for they are the only ones that attention demands. We seek security in lies and deception in the idea the our information will go untested. With it we move at length to the breadth of society it will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pillage&lt;/span&gt; our breath. This is our only legacy to they who know us enough to trial our perceptions and question our personal deceptions. They who care enough to hurt us so are mostly trying to save us the future blows. Let the truth be told to the bold for they will shape our mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the people who wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-509579001362134683?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/509579001362134683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=509579001362134683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/509579001362134683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/509579001362134683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-it-is.html' title='This is what it is'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-822954216603910423</id><published>2009-05-10T01:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:49:20.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgW-EEFUhTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jgiB-424wRI/s1600-h/P1020982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333878310715032882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgW-EEFUhTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jgiB-424wRI/s320/P1020982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; only one of her, There only ever will be. She holds the keys to life, mine, yours and the next guy. It is said that there is nothing stronger then her love for you. It true. Nobody will love you more or as unconditionally as her. Nobody will care for you with such warmth. She makes your lunch for school everyday. She irons the clothes that make you look crisp. She helps build the world around you and guides you through it all. She holds you when you are high and when you are low. She is probably shorter than you. She will be one of few to lecture you and have it matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do us all a favour. Be good to her, show her you care and make sure she knows it. Cherish that time you share because it wont last forever. As you age so will she. Her face will crease slowly but surely. For each time she worries over you, sheds tears over you, laughs with you and smiles at you the lines will breach the surface. The wisdom and stories in each line will amaze you if you took a trip of nostalgia with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows you best. Possibly even better then you want to admit. Its true for me, its true for you. She might not say it but she can read your mind. Hiding behind that wall of glass you have no poker face. You only win the hand because she lets you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing. The greatest thing you can do for her is to be good. Prove her that you can be someone worthy of her love; show her that her efforts were not in vain. It is the only way you may ever repay all the debts you owe her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of them, and to all who will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To my Dearest Mother&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; Jensen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I do you proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-822954216603910423?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/822954216603910423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=822954216603910423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/822954216603910423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/822954216603910423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-only-one.html' title='There&apos;s only one..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgW-EEFUhTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jgiB-424wRI/s72-c/P1020982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6042399596737887521</id><published>2009-05-07T12:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:19:15.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgKkbQIdFRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YmJD85WkSY/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333005696853939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgKkbQIdFRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YmJD85WkSY/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend of all my life. I hope in this passing you will find peace in the next life and strength to go on. You are but waiting for us in the next. I hope you will find comfort in the strength of your family and the love they have for you. I hope you will see through to guide them from where you are throughout their lives. I know we wont be seeing each other for a long time but in this time apart I hope that if I achieve as much in this life as you have in your full though short lived one I will go a happy man. Let it be known that you were truly a loving father a good husband and a true friend. I will never forget you. Your kindness and warmth will live on through Lina, Jenny and Susan. Thank you for your friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We honor the fallen by being all be can be, doing all we can do and seeing all we can see. With the grace of god we will honor them and uphold their memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Memory of the late Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6042399596737887521?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6042399596737887521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6042399596737887521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6042399596737887521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6042399596737887521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/next.html' title='The next.'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SgKkbQIdFRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YmJD85WkSY/s72-c/DSC00609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5009442558612461155</id><published>2009-05-05T01:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:57:27.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin and Sandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sf85IvsZqSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDGCq19sOSo/s1600-h/P1030939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043306234390818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sf85IvsZqSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDGCq19sOSo/s320/P1030939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bitter sweet lives we lead all seem to culminate into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;climax&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myriad&lt;/span&gt; of twists and turns the we will one day look back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; and probably only remember parts of . I probably will remember very little of it apart from the moments I have instilled in the genius product of people called Eastman and the likes. Its not that the moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; epic enough for me to remember but that it will be but one of many and fade in to my memory like today or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. what will live on is the product of that day. A product many years in the making and maturing always. A couple of fine people well deserving of each other. Like salt and pepper they go together. You look at them and they will bring joy to your face, K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt; playful up to his part in it all will still be giving fist pumps at the alter. Sandy well suited to his upbeat character and playful nature will keep him well in check. The wedding was but a formality to seal their lives together, and some would say forever as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how this story will go. As K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt; said there is but billions of people in this world and how in all of them did he find sandy. Well I guess we should mention that the mothers were well complicit in all of this. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May there be much joy to you and all that surround you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really happy I played my part as official head of bubble blowing activities :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sf85lrJ5BII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DbNWrdyp5-k/s1600-h/P1040026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043803232109698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sf85lrJ5BII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DbNWrdyp5-k/s200/P1040026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May your love inspire all around you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5009442558612461155?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5009442558612461155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5009442558612461155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5009442558612461155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5009442558612461155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/kevin-and-sandy.html' title='Kevin and Sandy'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/Sf85IvsZqSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zDGCq19sOSo/s72-c/P1030939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5977962078098262019</id><published>2009-05-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:59:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>I'm working to say these words to someone someday, when I'm 35.  Someone will ask me what am I doing now? I will say that I am quite simply retired. Oh yes, yes I will, 35 and onwards I will travel the world, see the wonders, feel the famines and understand the cultures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; get a globe and pepper it with darts. On to Venice to see the canals, to dine in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/span&gt; tower in Paris, see the chateaus of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Europe's&lt;/span&gt;, The lights and sounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Macau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;, plains of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;, the energy of New York, the passion in the playoffs, Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many things to see and such little time. 35 and onwards we well be flying high. and one day when I am satisfied I will look back on a life filled with it all and smile at the memories that will carry me through my days. We should not live to work but work to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pahnnies&lt;/span&gt; and all her dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5977962078098262019?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5977962078098262019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5977962078098262019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5977962078098262019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5977962078098262019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4383987320321274857</id><published>2009-04-19T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:22:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from the wise.</title><content type='html'>There are lessons to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learnt&lt;/span&gt; from wise words, Things that people take years to understand can be passed down in mere moments. I want to pass a message on to all who read. I know there are few who do, actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the point, if I can get through to you then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing higher then family. Period. Family comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; to nothing. If you care to argue otherwise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; your choice. But in a world where 40% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marriages&lt;/span&gt; fail, you know things went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fkin&lt;/span&gt; wrong somewhere. You fall in you fall out. But if you commit, you have kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fking&lt;/span&gt; dare put anything before the family. The Mafia had it right. They just did things that were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of family are family in a way, they are to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mess with that balance. There are things I want to say but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think are appropriate. You should never show favour to family. You may get along better with one then another but all are equal. No one holds more or less value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing this really, in truth its not really for you reading but people who should really know better. If you can take from it then I'm happy with that. Its just something that I needed to say. In life there are some rules that people live by, Some live by trivial rules or superstition and what not. If it works for them so be it, but all people should live by these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family First. There is no exception.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect your elders. It seems that this has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; through the years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more but they top the list. I just wonder where the hell did chivalry go? I guess we live in a world where many have allowed morals to be laid to rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For my Mom with all my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4383987320321274857?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4383987320321274857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4383987320321274857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4383987320321274857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4383987320321274857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/word-from-wise.html' title='A word from the wise.'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-8346929630146878287</id><published>2009-04-11T10:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:46:38.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To awesomeness and beyond!</title><content type='html'>Talked to Binxy today, gosh I miss her. we got a dealio going. Im going to be awesome and so will she. ahahahaha YES! You read correct! Awesome we will be and awesome days line the years boyond today. Gone where the days of commitments, the days of Xmas Island and not having much time to myself. The days of circus, music and all the jazz that kept me going. I want it back and I want it now! Darn me and wasting my years doing nothing for so long. Life feels better already.. I think Il be a paramedic... I hope they let me... or a bartender.. a flair bartender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missin ya Binx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-ayam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-8346929630146878287?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8346929630146878287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=8346929630146878287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8346929630146878287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8346929630146878287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-awesomeness-and-beyond.html' title='To awesomeness and beyond!'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-2281971869970797406</id><published>2009-03-30T13:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:24:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For reasons unknown we walk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SdBVmf4nJnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IDEJUentXgE/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318845279806891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SdBVmf4nJnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IDEJUentXgE/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The absence of fire dims the world around us. Do we fuel the fire with more coal or do we take the quilt and hope it suffices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a string of many small decisions culminating in many big ones and in the end when we look back, what we have to show is what we did when the apex of each decision were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont look for meaning in life let life show its meaning to you. Sometimes we just dont see whats in front of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Wynnie and Agnes.&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-2281971869970797406?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2281971869970797406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=2281971869970797406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2281971869970797406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/2281971869970797406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-reasons-unknown-we-walk.html' title='For reasons unknown we walk...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SdBVmf4nJnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IDEJUentXgE/s72-c/DSC00796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3838753316965515631</id><published>2009-03-22T11:09:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:50:32.033+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/ScYSUi-XbgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PDVBgXRwp6U/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315956554352520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/ScYSUi-XbgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PDVBgXRwp6U/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying under the trees,&lt;br /&gt;watching the whisps of mists that bring me bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I only regret that you are not here to share it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    function changeNavigation(id)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {document.getElementById('1').innerHTML=document.getElementById(id).innerHTML}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3838753316965515631?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3838753316965515631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3838753316965515631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3838753316965515631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3838753316965515631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/ScYSUi-XbgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PDVBgXRwp6U/s72-c/DSC00761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3033684385942013568</id><published>2009-03-15T14:15:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:38:19.288+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbyVcgDlSYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H9xIGZXxLk0/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313285977264179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbyVcgDlSYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H9xIGZXxLk0/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 going on 19. There be 96 moments saved for display. Along the way there were a couple tears and a million cheers. Its not the ending that defines you but the way you got there. I wanna be something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna get there the wrong way. I wanna go there straight and not bend the lines. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ill&lt;/span&gt; be damned if there were no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; pain in my life. It keeps me sane. if there were no pain how would we know when we are truly happy? If there were no heartbreak how would we know love? It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; mission to put us through it all so when we come out we are stronger and wiser then the prior. Not everything is good in life but mine has been filled with more happiness then I can return. Thank you to my Family. Thank you to my friends. Id rather live a week with you by my side then a hundred without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never forget your roots, it is where you are from and where your starting line was drawn. As you run further from that line as it falls into the distance, a figment of your imagination perhaps. The day you cant imagine it is the day you have lost a little of who you are or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; of who you once were. Pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homage&lt;/span&gt; to your past and make peace with the present for life will be a long and exhaustive journey that you will star the lead and your finest hour may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occur&lt;/span&gt; each and every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is such. and my wall is testimony to a life well lived, Thankful I am that I have a room still to fill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3033684385942013568?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3033684385942013568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3033684385942013568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3033684385942013568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3033684385942013568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbyVcgDlSYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H9xIGZXxLk0/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4028183233075078015</id><published>2009-03-10T20:41:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:21:48.762+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; something Ive been contemplating for a while now, its about friends. I had an experience the other night one that made me realize something. Out with friends some a year old some lifelong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; just something about friends that have been there with you from thick to thin, shared your hardship shared your tears and shared your glory. Lifelong friends are there, sometimes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; speak for weeks sometimes for months but when you are with them others tend to be forgotten, not intentionally, not trying to place favour but there is just a bond between friends like that that wont be broken. If your an outsider to that bond I'm sure you will feel it, you will see how they interact you will feel the exclusion. Perhaps you will ask yourself why they left you out of conversations, out of jokes and paid you less attention then usual. Don't feel bad. It is just something you have to have to understand. Aidan, Kev, The Hoff. A highlight reel of memories amongst us from the days of P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ower Rangers&lt;/span&gt; in the sand pit, Balling on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asphalt&lt;/span&gt;, Real United and Birds Cant Fly, The 9 balls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Winmau&lt;/span&gt;, The band in my garage that turned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt; sessions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Triple&lt;/span&gt; play baseball and laying out blueprints for your next sleepover, watching the exorcist in year 5 couped up in my music room. The Circus's, The Camps, The Snoring while awake, Handball, Bali, Club High and its $1 drinks, Rapping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eminem&lt;/span&gt; on the benches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Fighting, Men In Blacking, Bob the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Buildering&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Orienteering&lt;/span&gt;, walking it out to N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;elly&lt;/span&gt;. Years on from the Island, thousands of miles away, we still have guys day on V day, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CRT'S&lt;/span&gt; to Projectors, progressing through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PlayStation's&lt;/span&gt;. "Like old times" says Aidan and it sure feels like it. The future shines brighter with you guys by my side. That is the highest echelon of friendship you will ever find, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; that I have experienced to date. If I ever run with the bulls I want you guys by my side. Friendship is a tiered thing, there is somewhat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hierarchy,&lt;/span&gt; friends who you consider lifelong, then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;, then the friends, then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;. Sure there are exceptions to the rule. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just wondering what would a significant other be considered? Anyways, Just something on my mind I thought I would share. May we all make more memories in the lifetime to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4028183233075078015?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4028183233075078015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4028183233075078015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4028183233075078015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4028183233075078015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiers.html' title='The Tiers..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6303088253903440671</id><published>2009-02-22T13:18:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:14:58.183+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOt6V8l-TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jlVeDFcxuX0/s1600-h/back+to+school+stef+bday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779603435256114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOt6V8l-TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jlVeDFcxuX0/s200/back+to+school+stef+bday6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOuLmAxXaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BUDRKJeD6WA/s1600-h/back+to+school+stef+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779899805523362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOuLmAxXaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BUDRKJeD6WA/s200/back+to+school+stef+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah.. Talk about fun night out! what was there..... Drinks? Drunks? 16 year olds that managed to get in? Jellyfishes? 151's? Jaygers? Cordon Bleu? Girls? Guy? Harry Potters? Jst turned 19s? Jst Turned 21s? Team Splat? Team Leg Cramp? TEAM AWESOME? Hot metros dancers? even hotter atmosphere... in both senses.. Wingwomanin? Random drink tastings? Flash Phatography! Awesomeness abound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOuWKJfX-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6ZZILcmfMwM/s1600-h/back+to+school+stef+bday10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310780081304461282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOuWKJfX-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6ZZILcmfMwM/s200/back+to+school+stef+bday10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOtxv_rqKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/85tU_I-zYZs/s1600-h/back+to+school+stef+bday9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779455808710818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOtxv_rqKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/85tU_I-zYZs/s200/back+to+school+stef+bday9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6303088253903440671?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6303088253903440671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6303088253903440671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6303088253903440671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6303088253903440671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SbOt6V8l-TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jlVeDFcxuX0/s72-c/back+to+school+stef+bday6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4567640066788328614</id><published>2009-02-14T02:32:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:58:35.105+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The cover....</title><content type='html'>There are things to be shared there are things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; ever be uttered outside of they who need to know. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, perhaps I'm just going a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; nuts here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; probably why I'm blogging at 2.45 in the morning. I said something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phannies&lt;/span&gt; today, something that I think really means something and holds value. To find out what a person really thinks about you or feels about you you have to show them what you are like at your worst. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mean go and punch them for no reason or run them down by being a total jackass. I mean show them you when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; all dressed up without the mask of powder and drawings all over your face. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; nothing wrong with a girl looking good and I wholeheartedly condone the use of makeup and what not. but if you were to see a girl in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tshirt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mby&lt;/span&gt; some old kicks and jeans that are baggy, Something that she would wear to bed or something that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; couture. Just plain old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dardy&lt;/span&gt; laid back gear without the makeup or the glittery stuff. I'd rather be with that girl then the one who has dust all over her face all the time. There was a girl, and boy did she rock the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt; button ups to sleep. Good times ( and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go negative on me). No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look at me like that, I love a girl who looks good I wont lie looks do matter but all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to say is If you ever look at someone, If you are looking at character, see how they treat their parents, see how they treat their siblings and see how they treat their best friends. Forget the bareback she fits into, overlook the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Patek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Philipe&lt;/span&gt; he wears. That is only what they lead on to be. That is only at the most 1/5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of who you are looking at. The other 4/5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt; you have to dig out for yourself. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how much influence I will have, but for what its worth you cant replace a kind heart with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;richard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mille&lt;/span&gt; nor can you trade respect for Tiffany's. But heck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let me kill the buzz of getting some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lacoste&lt;/span&gt; kicks, or the joy of the new C Class. Just remember to look out for the friend who will still be there when you are homeless and the girl who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; care if you see her in boy shorts and a button down. Cause people like that are rare and worth holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4567640066788328614?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4567640066788328614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4567640066788328614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4567640066788328614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4567640066788328614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/cover.html' title='The cover....'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6817492643937835853</id><published>2009-02-11T23:49:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:03:46.529+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Change..</title><content type='html'>It happens everyday, you cant help it nor do you ever really realise it until its in your face. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even notice the change in yourself. The difference in the Clothes you put on, the way you do your hair. The difference in the way you talk and the way you react to things. Its simple really, its uncontrollable and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; unavoidable. We all say at one point in our life that we wont change. "I wont change! I'll still be the same Jensen you met a year ago!" I lied. I cant be that guy forever and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dint&lt;/span&gt; want to really. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still Jensen just a little different. perhaps different things bring me joy. Speed back in to yesteryear and ask me what car I want. I would have told you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nismo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GTR&lt;/span&gt; Z-tune, I mean, whats not to love? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monoblock&lt;/span&gt; engine used only in the highest echelons of racing in japan in my very own street legal toy with a $250,000+ price tag? Ask me now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ill&lt;/span&gt; tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty much happy with the family van that gets me from here to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; witnessed change in everyone, friends become more into this less into that. Some realise they want something else from what they have been wanting for as long as they can remember. Its true that sometimes change can be for the worse, but is it really all that bad? Perhaps someone changes from Christian to Muslim, perhaps they go from Muslim to atheist? Is that bad change? or is it good? In all truth many would see it as bad. well if you were Christian and saw your friend become Muslim, Say what you will and fight it as hard as you can, but the way you see that person will have changed, even if its the smallest of changes. Its just human nature to do so. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt; not but a state of mind? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; take offence if you are reading this and thinking gee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wizz&lt;/span&gt; this guy thinks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt; is but a state of mind. Because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. but think back 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt; and did you notice your change in your thoughts about me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.. maybe you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to say is that can you truly judge someone fully upon the actions that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt;? Can you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you owe it to the person to ask their state of mind when they made that change? Well unless they go and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;horrendous&lt;/span&gt; nature. In the end its all about understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is fun, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; change you will probably get left behind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; fight it, its just a right of passage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt; is maturing, new understanding, development and insight. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;talking about change to tell the truth. Perhaps I'm just trying to convince myself and sell myself the whole change is good bull. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; just been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of changes in life, so much so recent, not all good though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to find the silver lining in each. Some I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I will ever find and others are becoming more and more wonderful, though I cant help but linger in the past. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt; we must look back to see who we were and to look forward to who we are to become. So perhaps when you sense change, be it favourable or not, find that silver lining and make the change personal and something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing Hearts, There is no replacement only growth and diiscovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6817492643937835853?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6817492643937835853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6817492643937835853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6817492643937835853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6817492643937835853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-912032199427412384</id><published>2009-02-09T15:34:00.023+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:16:34.881+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sssssss</title><content type='html'>Swings are fun. You go up, you go down. What else is there that can go wrong? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; wind in your face and laughter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAKPGRd3PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdQczsjOVJA/s1600-h/P1100259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300748015913262322" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAKPGRd3PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdQczsjOVJA/s200/P1100259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAKnELwtYI/AAAAAAAAACA/iEwMcGMNczE/s1600-h/P1100272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300748427669321090" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAKnELwtYI/AAAAAAAAACA/iEwMcGMNczE/s200/P1100272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZALG2_1JaI/AAAAAAAAACI/GALvqeGRwfc/s1600-h/P1100253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300748973885433250" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZALG2_1JaI/AAAAAAAAACI/GALvqeGRwfc/s200/P1100253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZALgtdUmRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0m80RXJ2Qis/s1600-h/P1100277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300749418001373458" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZALgtdUmRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0m80RXJ2Qis/s200/P1100277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ski'ing&lt;/span&gt; is intense. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; only one direction that you go and you go fast. You bend your knees, shift some weight. The first few times you are pretty much on skates. You can learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ski'ing&lt;/span&gt;. If you never took a lesson you can learn fast. You learn or you hurt trying. when things go downhill they must slow before they stop. Anything sudden may just cause great discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300743789224170562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAGZEoQlEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Cflu2Goyi50/s200/P1090926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow rocks my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sox&lt;/span&gt;. Its soft. It falls from the sky. Its edible and It makes a gloomy place seem beautiful. Oh and did I mention that snowballs are great fun to lug at people? Its true. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let the snow get hard and you will have smiling faces all round, people with frozen hands and seemingly bad cases of shoulder snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697377642715874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SY_cLkA9GuI/AAAAAAAAABI/-ADXNJ7mBrs/s200/P1100135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; even if its on a bench like a hobo, sleep is good for you. Slumbering your way through life though uneventful and possibly bad for you leaves the times when you are awake fresh and crisp as apposed to what you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt; have. Colors are brighter, people are nicer, problems seem easier and sometimes even lectures are interesting. Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; probably asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAItGNFTTI/AAAAAAAAABg/mcfKHNtMyAI/s1600-h/P1100144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300746332267695410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAItGNFTTI/AAAAAAAAABg/mcfKHNtMyAI/s200/P1100144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAJNL5m-GI/AAAAAAAAABo/sccyf5rzXHI/s1600-h/P1100226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300746883552442466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAJNL5m-GI/AAAAAAAAABo/sccyf5rzXHI/s200/P1100226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAJuc6l3nI/AAAAAAAAABw/7LWEIFT_prY/s1600-h/P1100224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300747455055650418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAJuc6l3nI/AAAAAAAAABw/7LWEIFT_prY/s200/P1100224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ahahah&lt;/span&gt; must there really be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; for this one? You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt; over the greens they dish out the goods and the world keeps moving round. Oh did you know that suits make you look important? True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZANlipMsuI/AAAAAAAAACY/dSCcZGDZJ2Y/s1600-h/P1100200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300751700020998882" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZANlipMsuI/AAAAAAAAACY/dSCcZGDZJ2Y/s200/P1100200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAOJAD1bKI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDtuyrkdQew/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300752309212769442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAOJAD1bKI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDtuyrkdQew/s200/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAOsObf0hI/AAAAAAAAACo/s2S--0Xkamg/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300752914365534738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAOsObf0hI/AAAAAAAAACo/s2S--0Xkamg/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAQjzP_AbI/AAAAAAAAACw/-7yQr4DTImQ/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300754968653791666" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAQjzP_AbI/AAAAAAAAACw/-7yQr4DTImQ/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-912032199427412384?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/912032199427412384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=912032199427412384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/912032199427412384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/912032199427412384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/sssssss.html' title='Sssssss'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZAKPGRd3PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xdQczsjOVJA/s72-c/P1100259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-419128358358487758</id><published>2009-02-06T23:03:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:45:11.580+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hearts Desire</title><content type='html'>There is a saying from George Bernard Shaw. "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your hearts desire. The other is to gain it." Right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not quite sure how to apply it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking my hearts desire has always been the same just varying from time to time. I wonder if my desire varies at all. Does it not mean I lost and regained my desire? Have I lived a far more tragic life then I thought I had? Perhaps my heart is just always confused and caught up in the moment. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; wonder, live by the heart or the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January 2009 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; Wei's House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;M'asia&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/445558704592779222-419128358358487758?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/419128358358487758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=419128358358487758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/419128358358487758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/419128358358487758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/hearts-desire.html' title='The Hearts Desire'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-841451235623521400</id><published>2009-02-06T22:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:08:54.297+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>Surrounded by masses I stand. Family, friends and strangers to no end. I am an Island, perilous reefs hedge my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shores&lt;/span&gt;. In perdition I lay, not burning but numbed of all thoughts and feelings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drugged&lt;/span&gt; up and groggy I will stumble towards the only sane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;escape&lt;/span&gt;. The sounds that keep me humble. The music is my only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1:04am 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2008, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarang&lt;/span&gt; Kims House Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-841451235623521400?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/841451235623521400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=841451235623521400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/841451235623521400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/841451235623521400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5210177352223937445</id><published>2009-01-06T01:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:23:04.528+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know..</title><content type='html'>What, where, when or how and I know I don't know why. I just watched a movie, 7 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;What is it about? I'm still trying to get my head around it. Where is it set? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think that matters, not one bit, not at all. When it was made? Who cares, recently. How? It was made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; well, crafted to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garde&lt;/span&gt;. Why? You should ask yourself that question. Its going to mean different things to different people. Watch it, understand it, comprehend it appreciate it. Be amazed for it will teach you a great many things, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; understand a good deal more about life. What did it mean to me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still figuring it out but somewhere deep down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moved. I just gotta work out what has shifted, how and why.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5210177352223937445?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5210177352223937445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5210177352223937445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5210177352223937445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5210177352223937445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-948168586932915595</id><published>2008-12-20T19:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:33:11.879+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold</title><content type='html'>Hey there. Globe trotting atm, in Korea!! Woo Its pretty nice here, the cold icy place seems to be numbing most of my pains. Its nice to be somewhere where there are adults to worry about meals and the safety of everyone and all you have to do is sit back relax and enjoy the ride, well at least half the time. Alot has happened these hols, not all good. I won't explain. If you know me then I probably would have told you. The snow is nice, ski'in is intense, good distraction. The long drives are going to do my head in. The lonesome moods will get to me soon I think. Hopefully there will be lots more distractions in the horizon, Im going to need them bad. I wonder If I will have some awesome moments this hols, the slopes so far have most certainly been the best! Zouk in singpore, jetski'in in penang. KK with the G'ma hopefully catch up with a bunch of people and meet new people along the way. Let the cold take me, let the distractions begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-948168586932915595?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/948168586932915595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=948168586932915595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/948168586932915595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/948168586932915595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold.html' title='The Cold'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-8630679318570614796</id><published>2008-12-05T02:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:45:03.765+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter ego theory..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Something just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me, the other day whilst in the waiting room at the docs with my grandma. Time mag from a while back was flipped open on my  laP and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headphones&lt;/span&gt; on to keep my head up in space. An article about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; was drawing my attention. Whoever the writer was, they had me with the ever so witty sketching of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eminem&lt;/span&gt;. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, I like E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;minem&lt;/span&gt;, he's a good artist, some of you may not agree with rap nor may you agree with his ideals or him but I think he is pretty brilliant and perhaps one of the best in his line of business. His songs hold meaning and they are actually good I think. Anyways, back to the article. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;writer&lt;/span&gt; was making a point on how E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minem&lt;/span&gt; was a character of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;split&lt;/span&gt; personalities. Marshal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mathers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; and Slim Shady. In an album it may be just one singer but it is actually 3 different personalities speaking. Its quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definable&lt;/span&gt; too, some songs he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;refers&lt;/span&gt; to himself as Marshal, others E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;minem&lt;/span&gt; and the most slapstick of them belong to Slim.  So the Q is, is this whats happening to me? Am I a different person around different people? Do I happen to write differently as Sonic? Do I act more mature as Xmas Island Boy? Is Jensen the mediator between the two? Gosh, I cant really tell the difference between my writing, as the writer cannot be his own critic. But I do want to know if this is happening to me. Given this is only a online blog but it may just be the same in the physical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt; of things, Maybe I am 3 personalities that click on and off when needed, all controlled within a single body under the congress of one heart and the will of one brain. I wonder if there are anymore personalities within me. I know this though, I have noticed it recently. I can be unfairly harsh towards strangers, for that I am sorry but I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just me, I will however try to keep that part of me in check, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; and when I say that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;unfairly&lt;/span&gt; mean towards strangers I mean I always give them the benefit to prove that they are awesome =D which 99% of the time they do so all is good in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;J-town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S4A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-8630679318570614796?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8630679318570614796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=8630679318570614796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8630679318570614796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8630679318570614796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/alter-ego-theory.html' title='Alter ego theory..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6835203396448460026</id><published>2008-12-05T01:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:11:02.699+09:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghiloveyou..</title><content type='html'>I love you, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to write these days, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; words seem to go through my mind quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ask me about it. Don't ask me who. You know who you are. You know I love you. From Under my nose to Lucky I see where we are, Come back to me soon won't you. Don't leave me waiting like this.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ill&lt;/span&gt; be here when you get back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sonicx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6835203396448460026?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6835203396448460026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6835203396448460026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6835203396448460026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6835203396448460026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/abcdefghiloveyou.html' title='abcdefghiloveyou..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5800920403717500031</id><published>2008-11-30T16:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:43:21.290+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When honesty won't help where do you turn..</title><content type='html'>What happens when the line "honesty is the best policy" fail? What do you do? what do you turn to? Do you Lie? Lies never end, they will never stop until the truth comes out. One Lie will breed another and aonther. Soon enough you will be tangled in the web you weaved with no loop holes to climb through. Just a thought on my mind these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, Im just wondering, what happens when you know your options. What happens when you don't want to accept it? Does it become an ultimatum? Does it make it any easier if you dont have options? I dont know but life seems to have mixed black and white into grey. A shade I'm fond of for shirts but nothing else really. Ohh well there will come a time when decisions must be made and actions taken, but I wonder if a delay in the works is for the best or will it multiply the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes smooting out, potentially the best and worst hols of my life so far. Lots of good times and some dark clouds in the horizon. I hope fate will be kind and let me be, even if the odds seem stacked against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s4a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5800920403717500031?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5800920403717500031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5800920403717500031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5800920403717500031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5800920403717500031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-honesty-wont-help-where-do-you.html' title='When honesty won&apos;t help where do you turn..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3461300266549958662</id><published>2008-11-24T11:47:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:04:45.822+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>The threads that hold my life together, the things that if done wrongly or without careful consideration may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;result&lt;/span&gt; in a whole different life. How can I control a life that I cant even predict, This world will never wait for me. Like the butterfly effect the small things that I decide may change oh soo many things. How do I predict such? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get to turn back time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get to give it another shot. Lets Just hope my Head is at peak performance in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; weeks for I fear my heart my be in a state of great confusion. Lets be logical? Or will we let the Heart take charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very very HAPPY note. Happy Birthday Wynnie! and Happy Birthday Vince! Yesterday was pretty darn fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singstarin&lt;/span&gt; the night away, spa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sesh&lt;/span&gt; at 1am, satay through the day, Good friends, close family and more. This is the holidays that I have been waiting for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; let me down now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night was a whole different world I think I have decided on what I want. Let the fun times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3461300266549958662?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3461300266549958662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3461300266549958662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3461300266549958662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3461300266549958662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-1734901007170618623</id><published>2008-11-20T08:17:00.016+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:20:33.617+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Why does it always feel like this. It seems I'v been living my life on loop for a bit. Progress has been halted for the brains sake. I need a rest, I need to find out if this is still a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove off to the wonderful Resort and Casino last night. It was amazing (insert voice and enthusiasm from the incredibles)! lol truly wonderful stuff, lost some money on keno lol $3 again. Discovered why nobody goes to the ruby on a wednesday night and realised that 12 pm driving is the best time to take a wrong turn here and there, mostly because I dont have to fight the traffic to get back on track (Hmm I wonder if that actually applies to life somehow.. low traffic = easier to get back... probably does). Now I remembered why I wanted to visit Kings Park at night, thats one of few places where the peace is still left undisturbed and the stars might just show themselfs if the man made ones went out (though they hold thier own at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a thing or two today, donno why I'm in anyway surprised. 24 hour pizza soccer spots aint all that fun unless the world cups on. Driving in places you dont know can take a lot of time to figure out, especialy if nobody else knows what direction to point you in. lol though I dont think I needed to find them out, there are other things that I realised that need more consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. boo Do you know that feeling of irratiation, the one where you are irratated by someone or something, I wont specify what but I am irrate, and you dont really want to be irratated. I know this sounds complicated, you are irratated, but you dont want to be. Can't I just be irratated and not wonder why? Clearly it isnt that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days are going to catch up on me soon, I just know it. One moment later on in the week its going to be bright and sunny and the next the lights will go out on me. Like the storm last night the drops will fall spaced and heavy but they will fall surely. I Don't know why I'm being pushed like this I dont really care why, there must be comprimise in the horizon. I don't know why I act this way sometimes too. I'v found that perhaps I am not who I thought I would be. Not what I want to be. Not in actions atleast. I'm going to change it so help me god there will be redemption for my actions. I'm going to try for there can be no progress without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, though the week has been one of great interest to me. perhaps one a little too intense. Lets step things back a gear. The holidays have come (though the late mornings will not) and I intend to see to it that some time is spent in rest and recovery. Not sure why but the last quater of this year felt a little dazy, all the missed hours seem to be getting the better of me. Let the sweet slumbers begin! lol not that it will happen with my intention&gt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-1734901007170618623?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1734901007170618623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=1734901007170618623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1734901007170618623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1734901007170618623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/devja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-1785117355966982194</id><published>2008-11-15T01:21:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:28:53.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of songs...</title><content type='html'>What would you do if it all ended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;? Save room in this perfect world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ibiza&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amor,&lt;/span&gt; where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the weatherman&lt;/span&gt; freaks out for an original fire for the moody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; is but another brick in the wall. Maxine is a sad story, she never has her head in the zone, being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt; she moves from side to side. The tiny voices of the love cats who are afraid of the big bad wolf, runaway so they can relax and take it easy. They have a heart of glass, clearing the hospital beds they make the hold up crazy. Too emotional but no woman no cry as they are not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kryptonite&lt;/span&gt; for they do not commit the 9 crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in the dark, though I'll never leave you because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how love should be. In a moment like this,in the meantime the hand of god heals the scar made by the rock of ages no matter what. They ask to let me see that ass drop while on a holiday in the sun under cocktail umbrellas. Broken hearts find new hope as they shine on bronzing their summer skin. Each day gets better with no promises, as you are my rock my king &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;. I want it from you despite the tears there will be sweet dreams. Accidental babies cause me to walk on the razors edge with no sun shine. Whenever I'm with you, they will always ask do you have a story to tell? They will never create a drift between us, living in the land down under they will always be going whoa! As I will tell them I will never be without you. They will justify that part of your world with mine. Though I may be the tyrant I will never flaunt it. If you leave now I will find a summer love to re-set the mood. They will give it to me bad, claiming me as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;superfreak&lt;/span&gt; with the beautiful girl. Smoked out of the clubs you still say lets dance when there's no music playing. We waltz along as you have me right where you want me. Though we will rock this party getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; high, you don't know why they still play baby, its a wild world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont try to understand this.. Make the best sense of it you can, cause I cant tell you what it means, I just means that iTunes is telling me to write it and you can tell me what you think it means. Happy interpreting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-1785117355966982194?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1785117355966982194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=1785117355966982194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1785117355966982194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/1785117355966982194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-songs.html' title='A story of songs...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4862973142977892434</id><published>2008-11-13T03:42:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:02:49.129+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirious in the wee hours of the morning I write...</title><content type='html'>Short and sweet today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats exam pushed me to my last strings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance is in the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA is not going to get the best of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7+ hours till I'm free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on the 16th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks on the 17th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on the 19th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on the 21st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday on the 22nd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday on the 23rd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest all the days in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries put on hold at 11.10 am 13th November 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home stretch is in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresher year is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not put up a fight. This is how it must be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the light, Hear my plea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to be set free...&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;The wait is making me numb.&lt;br /&gt;Forget being free.&lt;br /&gt;Bring you to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Tan..&lt;br /&gt;The one with faded plans..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4862973142977892434?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4862973142977892434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4862973142977892434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4862973142977892434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4862973142977892434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/delirious-in-wee-hours-of-morning-i.html' title='Delirious in the wee hours of the morning I write...'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6745113532911166180</id><published>2008-11-05T02:03:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:58:47.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"Early" Mornin Rant :)</title><content type='html'>Time spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; rarely wasted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a line I know all too well, I first read this line from the Tomorrow series by John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marsden&lt;/span&gt;. A series of books on the lives of a circle of friends living somewhere in the outback as Australia is invaded. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if you have read it or if you will like it, but I was quite hooked on it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; kinda lame in some sense (like a game where the main character will never be able to die cause that just goes against all expectations), I liked it all the same. There were some interesting plot lines in there, Things I probably will never imagine happening to me. If Australia was invaded while I was out camping with my buddies, gosh I would have no idea what to do. Blow up a bridge did you say? How about an aeroplane hanger? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; perhaps if I was the son of Rambo. I think I'd find a nice shady spot with all my buddies close my eyes and hope that when I wake up I find that instead of there being a war I just hit the jackpot in lotto! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Well we can only dream now can't we? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I could find myself to start fighting an unknown enemy, but I guess if war breaks out all rules no longer apply. He who strikes firsts lives the longest yes? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With exams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; what is a guy to do but blog about study? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried reading notes, listening to lectures, I might even go to a consult. I just wonder where is this all headed? Do we really need to know how confidence intervals work? I don't think so, but then again there must be some upside to this learning, is there not? Maybe the only upside is the reward of not having to do it again? Then again I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt; another passage "The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more" Did something just click in your head? Did you just go Oh snap! If I do this well I just get to do more? Did you just feel like kicking yourself in the head? Cause if you did then I'm pretty sure you're normal. I just want to know where this leads, but I guess that the thing about life, you never really get any answers just more questions. I mean really, everyone knows someone who went through uni just as I am right now (and if you're reading this your probably a buddy of mine doing uni too) and they do something like commerce and then they go out and turn into a fitness instructor. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Did you just say fitness instructor? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you have someone in mind that fits the profile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; gosh.. what happens when war breaks out do we all just become survivors or casualties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, talk about events outside of my control. I think I'll just let them flow for now. As far as I'm concerned I've got a small bubble to look after, family, friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; material duties. Study would be Exhibit A. It seems that by getting my P's ( readers who are not from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; P's are a reference to me getting my licence, and P is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to stand for probationary I think) I have gotten some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;, Grocery shopping seems to have become a new chore, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and I think I just became an apprentice to the Mum's taxi service :) Life seems rather grand at the moment, smooth sailing and happy days are to come (after the exams that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you happen to be binging on a song at the moment drop me a comment on what it is. That would be much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Windah&lt;/span&gt; and Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen AKA Sonic AKA X-Island Boy AKA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jensy&lt;/span&gt; AKA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ZZZzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6745113532911166180?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6745113532911166180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6745113532911166180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6745113532911166180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6745113532911166180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-mornin-rant.html' title='&quot;Early&quot; Mornin Rant :)'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-8858884535025933775</id><published>2008-11-02T11:10:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:25:25.501+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear M-Island Girl</title><content type='html'>Hey yo! Gosh Its Like one week from exams!! Can you feel the pressure? Cause I sure can.. Oh gosh I hope this round of exams is a breeze, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OTH&lt;/span&gt; while I'm at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What been happening? Been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prepping&lt;/span&gt; for the looming onslaught? I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; GOOD GOSH! I was asking round for new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tunez&lt;/span&gt; last night and all I got was lady gaga.. and someone directing me towards the top ten charts. What has happened to the world! what has happened when you can't find yourself a song to binge on! This is clearly going to hinder my studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that we are no longer freshers!.. How sad is that! I really really liked being a fresher.. No need to worry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; year units and what not. I just wish we could go back and start it all again cause it was a pretty good run I'd say.. for the most part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;. Are we going to do the time capsule? Maybe make our predictions for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; year or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inebriated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what we all shall be after these exams. Especially since its going to be W's big day soon and same goes for a few other people. These darn exams are really messing with my dates, everything seems to be getting shifted back a couple weeks. Party it up after the exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s2 s2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Island Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-8858884535025933775?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8858884535025933775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=8858884535025933775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8858884535025933775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/8858884535025933775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-m-island-girl.html' title='Dear M-Island Girl'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6198025206309923182</id><published>2008-10-30T22:39:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:49:49.984+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ariels III</title><content type='html'>Ariels!! Good gosh.. how was that fight!! haha lol well how was vince and just walking up right next to them. Haha I herd some people talking about it, aparently some dued called some girl fat and then well you know the rest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. no beach &gt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we'l&lt;/span&gt; make sure we do something. Did someone mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; yeah? Perhaps we shall just go for dinner with all the friends? Well whatever you want k kiddo. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; probably all go ice skating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reckon&lt;/span&gt; that the story you told me was true? I really Hope it was just a big hoax, and I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; it was.. boy do I feel sorry for that girl. People these days, can't they just do normal human things? Like have normal human relationships! :( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure that girl working at city beach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I was a tad *insert your own word here* ["awesome" is preferable =)] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonic x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6198025206309923182?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6198025206309923182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6198025206309923182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6198025206309923182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6198025206309923182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-ariels-iii.html' title='Dear Ariels III'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-3123980470965147614</id><published>2008-10-27T20:10:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:23:39.269+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ariels 2</title><content type='html'>Herro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gosh.. did you know its like less then 4 hours till your birthday?? Whoppee!! Got your txt btw.. Beachy sounds like some good old fun in the sun for the weekend hey. Haha it was good partialy catching up  the other night, that and stooging some of your mee goreng : ) pretty sure we should catch up more.. too bad the mum bum wanted me homes by 12. Did you guys end up going to Nee Nee's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha The Fam Bam is goods. Everyone is going awesome. ++ I found my necklace today :) Thank god someone was nice enough to hand it in to the lost and found. What have you been up to lately?? hmm?? I mean apart from copying my Leavers jumper name thingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL how disturbing was that txt that Nee Nee sent maxo? Hahaha gosh I think theres something going on there *wink wink* Hows bouts your life these days? Getting stange disturbing txts from anyone? hahaha jkjk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonicx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-3123980470965147614?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3123980470965147614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=3123980470965147614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3123980470965147614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/3123980470965147614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-ariels-2.html' title='Dear Ariels 2'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-4205801206917985579</id><published>2008-10-27T00:52:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:21:30.811+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Leanne..</title><content type='html'>Today I had some values reinforced back into me. Today I had my eyes opened back again to see what I have and how lucky I am. Today I found good conversation with amazing people. Well one person to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt;. She taught me to value the life I have and the importance of being humble, two things I was probably on close to straying from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Leanne, One of the few aunties that are actually really really really grounded, I think to tell the story of Us we have to start from meeting through to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years back, back when I had an MD player and the cut I sported was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so awesome "flat top". The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was jetting off for what I remember to be a 9 day tour in China, making our way though some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; airport, we spotted the most peculiar looking guy, miss matched socks, army like boots, and a hair cut that looked like a bird had started nesting atop his near bald head : P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. anyways.. His name was Alex, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;barrister&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, an awesome guy no doubt. His mother was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Leanne, a woman that we would come to discover was one of wonder and a truly dazzling history. To this day I will learn to love and respect the amazing person she is. Perhaps my story of her is on that is one sided for I only know her side of her stories but I believe she is what she says and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whirlwind tour of china we lost contact with her, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why and I don't know how but the important thing is that on a fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon out at the Doctors We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; crossed paths again. It seemed it was fated that we should meet as she too was off to the doctors for a check up on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. and here is where her story starts, She is one year older then my dad, well into her 50's she drove herself from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt; in search of adventured I'd say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Coming&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt; and crossing paths with us sparked what I see to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for dinner tonight after a day of near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;, the family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Leanne decided that Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mauds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; buffet would be a nice touch to the night. There, serenaded by the long standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;accordion&lt;/span&gt; playing, keyboarding chap. we listened to her stories attentively and laughed and gasped at what would be some of the most heart breaking and insightful stories I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl from Malaysia she was married by the age of 16 and giving birth to her first soon after her 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; was one that I wonder about. In her words she described perhaps the most peculiar thing I have ever heard, though now that I think about it I wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I was surprised. How did she meet her husband, that would turn out to be a true blue loser? Well as a young girl her would be husband was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; on them going to the movies. After some time she gave in and decided that her younger brother would probably enjoy it too. The younger brother is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; to this. After the movie he passed word to his mother that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Leanne was off watching movies with *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;* (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how was will refer to him from now on) Her mother being old fashioned and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; arranged their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; without asking if he was the one *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how it was back then* anyway skip on out. Her husband turned out to be a tosser and a cheater, one that would go on to farther many a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; with many a women, point is the bastard *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;* was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad that he drove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Leanne to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;, trice she attempted and trice she failed (Hold on a sec, ain't that from Harry Potter?). Once a knife to the chest saved by her lack of knowledge as to where the heart was she made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; work of trying to stab the chest plate. Her lack of knowledge of circuit breakers saved her from electrocution and her lack of knowledge of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;stretchiness&lt;/span&gt; of curtain springs saved her from a gallows like ending. She can now look back and see how her lack of knowledge saved her from taking her life and I too thank god that she was none the wiser back then for I would not have been able to meet her or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;. There's more to the story but it's just too much for a post. Just know that she is one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is probably one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;strongest&lt;/span&gt; people I know. She carried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of pain in her for a long time. Waking of nightmares in which she fought her now MIA husband. She came from living life on the off foot to one that I hold much admiration for. The courage it takes to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; like her I hope I will realise within myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;. She has found god and something to believe in, I can see the good it has done for her and I hope she will grow from strength to strength as I see no bounds for such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;. Her warming personality and her inner strength tells me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; hope for all of us still. May the sun always shine bright for her, and perhaps some of that light may reflect on to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-4205801206917985579?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4205801206917985579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=4205801206917985579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4205801206917985579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/4205801206917985579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-had-some-values-reinforced-back.html' title='Leanne..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-543931479212222688</id><published>2008-10-25T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:47:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ariels..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sayy&lt;/span&gt; you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wowee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ariels&lt;/span&gt;!! You know what!! I have not seen you in like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kabagillion&lt;/span&gt; years!!! :( I mean really! ever since like that day that we passed each other in city beach we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;havnt&lt;/span&gt; seen each other. My gosh.. and worst thing is, you like like 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; walk from my place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oww&lt;/span&gt; well.. How have ya been? Whats been happening? Gosh I can't believe you went to the beach without me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;we'l&lt;/span&gt; go sometime soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mby&lt;/span&gt; after I get my licence. Oh and I still haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; that I owe you a drive out to the place where Jin got married so we'l go there sumtime later on aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows doggy going? I havnt been over lately so I havent seen the lil fluffball. Is he still spilling water everywhere and dropping puddings all over the place? Pretty sure I'm never wearing sock around your house again! haha and I'm pretty sure that last time he spilt water on your bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know theres only *looks at fingers* 3 days to your birthday!! wahaha what do you want?? Like really! haha well we'l go beachy for your bday hey. seeing as you cancled on today, perhaps next week will be more sunny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey tell me a secret.. haha seeing as you said you would be divulging sum awesome stuff.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonic x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-543931479212222688?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/543931479212222688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=543931479212222688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/543931479212222688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/543931479212222688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-ariels.html' title='Dear Ariels..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-5666212865243284867</id><published>2008-10-24T09:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:53:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quelqu'un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me font &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;l'honneur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;donnent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know what it means?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go google it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so today I have a ball.. yesterday I lost 4 things that were closest to my heart.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt;, Clearly there must be a correction going on in the world I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how or why but something must be up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'v&lt;/span&gt; never lost so much so fast. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if i will ever recover the things I lost but I know i will always be looking for them. perhaps one day it will click and I will see it on someone. I don't know what will happen but let us hope that I find it before I feel anymore need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;donnez&lt;/span&gt;-y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; coup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; pied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dans&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tête&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; only so little you can do about so much, I once herd a person say that its not worth crying over something that cannot cry back for you. I guess if I take it to heart I will fair much better the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be fun, 12pm and I have to be off to a graduation/ ball on a virtually blind date with a girl I hardly know.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; fun, let the awkward silences begin!! whats worst is that it may turn out to be a flame of a day (darn you global warming!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in a black heat trap of a suit. Gosh where is that air conditioner that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to cool the world?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; manage to find the spark in the day somewhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; what am I talking about? Its going to be 12 hours with good friends and good conversation : ) I really look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; too, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Happy Early Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ariels&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Hoffman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some fun in the sun should blur out some of my losses, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my toes and a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salty sea breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the simple pleasures in life I have missed for far too long. I wont be held accountable for any nostalgia attacks I suffer as I know any sane person in my position would. I had better go now and get ready, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; ties to tie and laces to do. Lets hope the day has flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-5666212865243284867?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5666212865243284867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=5666212865243284867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5666212865243284867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/5666212865243284867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/quelquun-me-font-lhonneur-et-me-donnent.html' title='Such is life..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-6381818187092287733</id><published>2008-10-23T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:29:36.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know why I like the word but I can guess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It all started at the movies on the Island. A typical night for me, a night to manage the canteen for a bit, sell some popcorn chat to some of the regulars comming by. " ahh you.. Mars Bar and a Passiona yeah? haha need I even ask sometimes? Chris probably pops in to say hi before he's off to the usual seats, 5th row if im not wrong. Some of the others drop by to grab sum nibblies and take their "seats" up the back.. lol   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways... tonight the movie is Serendipity, John Cusak and Kate Beckinsale *insert wolf whistle here* a story of pure awesomenes, I won't ruin it for you. Gosh by the end, serendipity just made it into my all time favourites. Haha don't ask me why but it just did. Watch it to find out actually.. You know what? If your reading this you are now obliged to go and watch the movie, not for you but for me =D anyways yeah pretty awesome word aint it? I mean really whats not to like? looking for something and finding something else thats awesome whilst not even intending to look for it.. Kinda like panning for gold and finding a diamond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha so thats how I fond out about that word. I have no idea why I blog about this kinda thing though.. gonna add sum kinda comment thingo soon so readers can umm drop "hints" lol ahahaha. yeah.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jensen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-6381818187092287733?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6381818187092287733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=6381818187092287733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6381818187092287733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/6381818187092287733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity..'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445558704592779222.post-292850513620255723</id><published>2008-10-21T23:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:50:55.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am one person among many. Amongst the billions of people out there, within the millions of blogs around, how did you arrive at mine? I am but one man walking this earth. I am Jensen Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who am I? lf you ever met me I'd have said I'm from Christmas Island, Nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps we'd chat for a while, make quick conversation of our schools and who we may know in common. That's all nice now but just to keep things going I'll let you in on who I might also be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am Asian, decedents from Malaysia and China. I am in love with music, I really am. I play a couple instruments, not all that well but enough to keep me happy. I don't really know what else to write, there is probably is soo much more for you to read, understand and make sense of but I'm not sure if that's what I want to write about, I've seen 2 completely different types of blogs recently. One, a tab on the days events, kinda like taking the minuets in a court room. "&lt;em&gt;ooh look today it was hot!" my friend proclaimed.&lt;/em&gt; The other was one of thoughts and written in code. teasing questions and seemingly providing insights. I'm not sure which is better nor which i will become like. perhaps abit of both sum little codded messages dropping hints about whats going on, and other times great spiels about what may have happened during a MA lecture or something of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever listened to music of a foreign language? Given you can't understand the language can you still like it? I know I can. Haha.. that said I have been song binging on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il Avit Les Mot - Sheryfa Luna&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; a french song recommended by a certain french speaking buddy of mine (UA). Haha there's your first reference Stef! anyhows.. The issues of the song would be reminiscent of many a holywood films, Girl finds older guy, Guy is already married, Girl finds out... dadadada and here comes the punch line... She finds out she's pregnant with his child. Really makes you wonder if people are singing about it, how many times has such a thing happened. Think about it carefully. The guy wont leave his family for the girl, the girl is left alone to provide for her child and the child has to grow up without a father, haha I don't know about you but is a guy like that really worthy of being a father? Look at it like this, He doesn't respect his family enough to stay faithful, He will father a child he will never rear, and both parties are left in utter turmoil. I just cant help but wonder why nature didn't just render people like him sterile and unapologetically rid the world of their genes.. haha clearly such people are not needed, though they do keep things interesting in a sinister kind of way atleast divorce lawyers get sum work out of it right? &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seems I've rambled on enough for one night.. hope that was somewhat semi interesting.. theres uni tmr at 8.. seems like il be getting my average 4 hours sleep :) lol thanks for reading my first post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/445558704592779222-292850513620255723?l=a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/feeds/292850513620255723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=445558704592779222&amp;postID=292850513620255723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/292850513620255723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/445558704592779222/posts/default/292850513620255723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-serendipitous-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/first.html' title='The First.'/><author><name>Jensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662515048782488178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPXt5UjyUI/SZl0S7VFA-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eizBi6VyCBY/S220/P1000461.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
