<?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-2305570747653739314</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:26:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Bairn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1761330525044821333</id><published>2010-04-29T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:15:23.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Save Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;All we need is candlelight&lt;br /&gt;You and me and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;Going to hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know I'm going away&lt;br /&gt;How I wish....wish it weren't so&lt;br /&gt;Take this wine &amp;amp; drink with me&lt;br /&gt;Let's delay our misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a log on the fire&lt;br /&gt;And it burns like me for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with one desire&lt;br /&gt;To take me away....it's true&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Darling please don't start cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl you know I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes to take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I......that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;And fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone.... &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/2305570747653739314-1761330525044821333?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1761330525044821333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1761330525044821333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1761330525044821333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1761330525044821333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/04/save-tonight-go-on-and-close-curtains.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2231548104982256277</id><published>2010-04-23T07:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:43:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What do you and your significant other talk about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you constantly hit the heavy stuff, you're probably happier than if you spend time gossiping about your neighbors or coworkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Embarrassing Moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you can't share the awkward, "American Pie"-worthy moments that occurred throughout high school with your partner, who can you tell them to? Don't be afraid to broach the subject, if you haven't already. We wouldn't be surprised if their stories are more horrifying than yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Political Viewpoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How do you feel about the new healthcare bill? You don't have to agree with each other, but you do need to keep an open mind. A good relationship allows both parties to discuss their own philosophies without taking the opposition personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Fears and Insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By fears, we don't mean your phobia of earthworms. We're talking about things that make you wake up with gray hairs. What worries you? What do you want to improve in yourself? What skeletons are in your closet? In being vulnerable, you risk judgment, but more importantly, you chance being understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ask your partner what he or she was like as a kid. Did she make friends easily? What kind of games did he like to play? Did he have trouble in school? Childhood memories make for fun conversations, but they can also lend insight into how your main squeeze became the person he or she is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Past Relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is a touchy one because no one wants to hear the person they're with spouting sonnets about an ex. There is, of course, a difference between longing for (or being bitter over) the past and simply acknowledging what happened. With enough practice, seasoned, happy couples learn how to address why past relationships ended without inadvertently comparing their current partner to an old flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Family Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Knowing a person's upbringing and relationship with his or her parents is paramount to understanding his current attitude toward family. If you're even slightly contemplating a future with this person, it might help to ask how well they get along with their parents. Why does she resent her mother? Why is he closer to his sisters than to his brothers? How does she handle family gatherings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Current Events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks to the overflow of information, it's nearly impossible to stay up-to-date on everything going on around us. Here's where teamwork comes into play: Ask your partner about his interests, be they economics or regional politics, and see if you can't learn a thing or two. Who knows, maybe you'll help him develop an interest in international affairs or science news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. TV and Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Compared to politics and personal fears, entertainment might seem pretty shallow, but discussions about movies can fall into the "deep" category if you focus on character motivations and plots rather than on, say, the cute leading actors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. The Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Talking about the future can be nerve-wracking. While we're not saying you should pressure your partner into talking about plans for marriage and children, we do believe that you should know their dreams, goals, and aspirations. What is he working toward? What drives her to succeed? Where does he see himself in five years? Someone who desires growth and is not afraid of the unknown is surely dynamic enough to deserve you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="line-height: 15px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 15px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eleanor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; Roosevelt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;great minds talk about ideas; small minds talk about people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2231548104982256277?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2231548104982256277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2231548104982256277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2231548104982256277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2231548104982256277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-and-your-significant-other.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6203612213990624118</id><published>2010-04-22T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:18:37.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why lie about the way you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish that someone would do the same to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then, you will know that I am not so nonsensical after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It'll break your heart &amp;amp; trust for the person who lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, you can't blame me for being unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reason being, ' YOU STARTED IT '. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is your favorite phase, back at you pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6203612213990624118?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6203612213990624118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6203612213990624118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6203612213990624118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6203612213990624118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-lie-about-way-you-feel-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7767244597486391025</id><published>2010-04-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:16:27.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I wish you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I wish that we never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I wish that we never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7767244597486391025?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7767244597486391025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7767244597486391025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7767244597486391025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7767244597486391025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-you-away.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5488871994818660019</id><published>2010-04-16T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:10:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;How is anyone going to believe that your love is real when it was never genuine from the start?&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/2305570747653739314-5488871994818660019?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5488871994818660019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5488871994818660019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5488871994818660019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5488871994818660019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-is-anyone-going-to-believe-that.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=422727051921366420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/422727051921366420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/422727051921366420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1897597303116338928</id><published>2010-02-19T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:22:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Reason being, love is not blind but seeing an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1897597303116338928?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1897597303116338928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1897597303116338928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1897597303116338928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1897597303116338928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/02/nobody-is-perfect-until-you-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6472112633599240050</id><published>2010-01-18T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:39:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nothing really moves forward until you are honest with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6472112633599240050?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6472112633599240050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6472112633599240050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6472112633599240050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6472112633599240050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-really-moves-forward-until-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6710673432272131813</id><published>2010-01-16T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:53:32.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is only today that I, noticed that I am at the greater disadvantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6710673432272131813?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6710673432272131813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6710673432272131813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6710673432272131813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6710673432272131813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-only-today-that-i-noticed-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3892430856250368502</id><published>2010-01-13T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:31:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While laboring over homework weak &amp;amp; weary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just as I nodded off and began to snore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Came a tapping at my bedroom door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Gosh! I wish that is room service. I'm starving!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let my heart be still &amp;amp; the mystery explore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I leaped from my seat to throw open the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Maybe it's Mom bringing me milk &amp;amp; cookies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before me stood not room service nor dear ol' mater..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But rather an ebony bird, a raven, who did not cater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much I marveled at this ungainly fowl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And cursed by hunger I began to howl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Food! Food! I desire a tasty treat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Tweet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Not tweet.. Treat, you bird brain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the raven sitting lonely perched upon my door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To my greatest shock spoke only a single word: s'more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(S'more? S'more! Yes! That's a tasty treat! Can I have one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fowl's fiery eyes burned into my bosom's core..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And made me yearn for a summer's campfire treat of wilderness lore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Yum! Sweet chocolate! Soft marshmallow! Tasty graham crackers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;S'more! S'more! cried I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foul bird, what tempter sent or tempest tossed thee here ashore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(When the topic is food do not jest.. Or my patience you will sorely test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mocked the craven bird: no s'more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer's treat has passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's fire extinguished said the raven: s'more nevermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Alas! My heart cannot stand the pain.. Nor my empty stomach the strain!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On this home my horror haunted, tell me why truly I implore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Must this gnawing hunger I endure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The raven nodded &amp;amp; cawed: forever more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Food! I require sustenance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pushed to the brink of madness, I began to roar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take thy beak from out of my heart and take thy form from my door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Beat it, you dumb bird, and return nevermore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(AWK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3892430856250368502?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3892430856250368502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3892430856250368502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3892430856250368502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3892430856250368502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-upon-midnight-dreary.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6413300528040352112</id><published>2010-01-06T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:20:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbFlHd1GP1w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbFlHd1GP1w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and it used to feel like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6413300528040352112?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-654348378837735615</id><published>2010-01-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:19:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-654348378837735615?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/654348378837735615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=654348378837735615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/654348378837735615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/654348378837735615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7922140003700382112</id><published>2009-12-29T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:56:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why is it that none of you would stand up for me when someone who knows nothing about me is bitching about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fabricated lies that she's making up about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is none of you going to question her and ask does she even know who am I hanging out with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why do you people not even allow me to stand up for myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At times like this, I'll wish that I'm living with Godma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sad to admit, I'm utterly disappointed with you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7922140003700382112?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7922140003700382112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7922140003700382112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7922140003700382112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7922140003700382112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-it-that-none-of-you-would-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8450480582960824793</id><published>2009-12-16T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:25:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know where I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll let you go &amp;amp; break free from you at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8450480582960824793?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8450480582960824793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8450480582960824793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8450480582960824793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8450480582960824793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-where-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6764932683477055943</id><published>2009-12-15T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:37:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Out of the 3 modules, I failed math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Got a big FAT F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Need to re-module. Why is math so important? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Do they not know that Math causes people to be affected with dementia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6764932683477055943?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6764932683477055943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6764932683477055943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6764932683477055943'/><link rel='self' 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forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's not that I'm sad or disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I care no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8362898696058672550?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8362898696058672550/comments/default' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8443611583587809177</id><published>2009-12-08T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:39:13.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simply because it hurts way too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simply because I love you more than anything else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8443611583587809177?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2730866808722780874</id><published>2009-12-02T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:59:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;You were everything a girl could be&lt;br /&gt;Then you left me brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't mean a thing to me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was your&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word&lt;br /&gt;but i really, really, really don't like you&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I liked about you&lt;br /&gt;Brought you around&lt;br /&gt;and you just brought me down&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word&lt;br /&gt;but I really, really, really don't like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm Sorry but I just don't love you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2730866808722780874?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2730866808722780874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5949569111012875420</id><published>2009-11-28T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:55:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I want to live life with a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time&lt;br /&gt;Stop there &amp;amp; let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's more than meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;But when the roof caved in &amp;amp; the truth came out&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I used to would dop anything for you&lt;br /&gt;You chose to let our love go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You threw our love away &amp;amp; gave it to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PS54dhMLavs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PS54dhMLavs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5949569111012875420?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5949569111012875420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2411484799509768709</id><published>2009-10-28T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:44:23.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's just another 24 more days to go. Strangely, I am not excited about it. I am not happy about it. It made me feel like -sigh-. You know, that 'sian' feeling? I'll soon be 20. For the whole of my 20 years, it feels like I've never done anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does being 20 mean? People would expect more out of you I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that on my 10th birthday, I was joyous. 9 turning 10.. It was a big deal to me at that time. It was like 'Wow!! I'm 10! It's a double digit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 20 now. It just feels so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I seem to piss Mum off all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Boom Boom &amp;amp; I.. We can't seem to communicate at all for the past few days. Maybe, it's just me. I miss my Baby. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;They both seem to know me like the back of their hand but I seem to know nothing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People adjust to changing circumstances—even to wealth or a disability. So, wealth is like health: its utter absence breeds misery, but having it (or any circumstance we've been longing for) doesn't guarantee happiness. I would love to be a man of value because being a man of value is so much better than being a man of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we act ourselves into a happier frame of mind. Manipulated into a smiling expression, people feel better; when they scowl, the whole world seems to scowl back. So put on a happy face. Talk as if you feel positive self-esteem, are optimistic, and are outgoing. Going through the motions can trigger the emotions. (Smile Smile Smile!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being friends with those who care deeply about me can help me weather difficult times. Confiding is good for mind, soul and body. (I love you people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus beyond the self. Reach out to those in need. Happiness increases helpfulness (those who feel good do good). But doing good also makes one feel good. (THERESA!! Stop being self-centered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should keep a gratitude journal. Pause each day to reflect on some positive aspect of my life (Health, Friends, Family, Education, Senses, Natural surroundings, and blah blah blah) experience heighten well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should start to nurture my spiritual self. Do you know that for many people, faith provides a support community, a reason to focus beyond self, and a sense of purpose and hope.  (Who to believe in huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2411484799509768709?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2411484799509768709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2411484799509768709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2411484799509768709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2411484799509768709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-another-24-more-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-9147709922979374550</id><published>2009-10-14T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:47:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday night, I walked that path which we used to walk together nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys lots.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we use to play &amp;amp; laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;Ver, Lun &amp;amp; Ting.. When will the all of us have time together again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-9147709922979374550?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/9147709922979374550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=9147709922979374550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/9147709922979374550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/9147709922979374550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-night-i-walked-that-path.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8880322822410499432</id><published>2009-10-08T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:07:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Karaoke this Sun with Bah Zhang....Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sing to my hearts content this Sunday, all the biang biang Hokkien songs. Maybe can practice for next year's seventh month "Ge Tai". Good money leh! :P&lt;br /&gt;Never hear Bah Zhang sing before. Wonder if she sings as well as she drums. We shall find out soon and update u folks. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8880322822410499432?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8880322822410499432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8880322822410499432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8880322822410499432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8880322822410499432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/10/karaoke-this-sun-with-bah-zhang.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3558491060116909588</id><published>2009-10-02T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:41:04.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;On the 30th of September, fever &amp;amp; stomach flu attacked me. ( Bing - Bing - Biang - Boom )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra took care of me for the whole day. I whined a lot when she wanted to place the ice - pack on me.  When I was busy vomiting, she didn't complain how SMELLY it was. She stood by me to make sure that I was okay. She drove me to the clinic to get me to a doctor. Then, she made sure that I ate all my medicine and pat me to sleep. After I woke up, she drove me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to work the next day &amp;amp; was really really really really (*10) tired but she still did all these for me. I whined a lot but she didn't blow her top. She would just pat-pat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cassandra sent me home, it was my Mummy's turn to take care of me. Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy were worried. I went to sleep together with Mummy. Mummy constantly checked my temperature for me. She even woke up at 2am just to put an Ice-Pack on my forehead. She must have been worried sick because it was 38.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that Cassandra &amp;amp; Mummy love me when I'm HAWT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' You this fat bb, yesterday dying make me scared like hell. Today recover abit only want go cca. Sigh. Silly dumb dumb leh you. ' - Cassasaurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3558491060116909588?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3558491060116909588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3558491060116909588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3558491060116909588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3558491060116909588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-30th-of-september-fever-stomach-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3999740976620936187</id><published>2009-09-11T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:55:17.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A millionbillionwillion miles from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for the bell to go ( To go where? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are they all so big, other children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So noisy? So much at home they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must have been born in their uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lived all their lives in the playgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spent the years inventing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That don't let me in. Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That are rough, that swallow you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the railings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All around, the railings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are they to keep out the wolves &amp;amp; monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that carry off &amp;amp; eat children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that you don't take sweets from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps they are to stop us from getting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running away from the lessins. Lessin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does a lessin look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds small &amp;amp; slimy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They keep them in glassrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whole room made out of glass. Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy said it would come in useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like wellies. When there's puddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow wellies. I wish she was here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my name is sewn on somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps the teacher will read it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea-cher. The one who makes tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roger Mcgough -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3999740976620936187?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3999740976620936187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3999740976620936187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3999740976620936187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3999740976620936187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/09/millionbillionwillion-miles-from-home.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1232897650837106647</id><published>2009-09-10T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:58:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;One of Keynes’s famous line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The ideas of economists and political philosophers, both when they are right and when they are wrong, are more powerful than is commonly understood. Indeed the world is ruled by little else. Practical men, who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influences, are usually the slaves of some defunct economist.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1232897650837106647?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1232897650837106647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1232897650837106647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1232897650837106647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1232897650837106647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts &amp;amp; lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I remember the times when all I did was wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You threw our love away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8230575484414263457?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8230575484414263457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8230575484414263457' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't know &amp;amp; understand how much your words stay in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm tired of running after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I won't send you sorry cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cos I don't need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm giving up and I'll never reminisce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've found a way, I'm getting over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I let go in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I don't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel that it's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For me to draw the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I know that I'll be fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only he can blow you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't break through that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_xeMFvXyho&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Top down in the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;The day we met was like a hit 'n run,&lt;br /&gt;And I still taste it on my tongue (still taste it on my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;The sky was burnin' up like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;You made me want you oh so bad it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We use to kiss all night, now it's just a barfight&lt;br /&gt;Say hello then goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey, hey! )x2&lt;br /&gt;Hot sweat and blurry eyes&lt;br /&gt;We're spinnin' on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;The world, stuck in black and white&lt;br /&gt;You drove me crazy everytime we touched&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so broken that I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I wasted on you,&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking into rehab&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that we had&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdYG0zLmkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRdYG0zLmkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I never meant the things I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I regret&lt;br /&gt;All these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving Me&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;But now that I find&lt;br /&gt;That you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've been telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked you I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn your back on me now&lt;br /&gt;When I need you most&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me&lt;br /&gt;And back down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;(Yeh yeh yeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2005411321118907640</id><published>2009-08-31T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:29:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I tell you this, and I tell you plain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What you have done, you will do again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You will bite your tongue, careful or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Upon the already-bitten spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's always been and always will be the same in the world:  The horse does the work and the coachman is tipped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Never take life too seriously.. Nobody gets out alive anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.    &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/2305570747653739314-2005411321118907640?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2005411321118907640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2005411321118907640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2005411321118907640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2005411321118907640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tell-you-this-and-i-tell-you-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1028054876378002213</id><published>2009-08-27T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:09:24.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Even though we both were really tired..&lt;br /&gt;She still cooked noodles &amp;amp; hotdogs for me&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1028054876378002213?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1028054876378002213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1028054876378002213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1028054876378002213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1028054876378002213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-though-we-both-were-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6272833893638943683</id><published>2009-08-22T00:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:47:22.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am a free-thinker.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is a god. He created all the beautiful things around us. He created things and left them there for us to discover. It is just like how Thomas Alva Edison found electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jo a couple of days back. ( Was it a couple of days back?? I can't seem to remember )&lt;br /&gt;I was commenting on how lost &amp;amp; confused I feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-Re: Hey.. Why is it that whenever I need help, I turn to Christ? Do I believe in him? But then, I don't even know what it feels like to trust.. How am I able to trust something that I cannot see? Hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: You trust him. But only to the certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blabbed on for many hours about all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the most interesting  things in life often happen by accident or were they planned? If you will.. It's what most would call, Fate. Is fate planned or do you just bump into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is a joke &amp;amp; the joke is in your hands. This is what I stand by, logically.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, I would feel that God planned it. He wants the best for his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the topic is going nowhere and it makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;When I lose track, it feels like I'm going nowhere but then...&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere = Now Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;God placed several people into my life. Placed as in, people who have left an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like the girls of 2OA22 ( CHEC ) , Jo &amp;amp; Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;God gave me 3 people that I can fall back on. ( Say.. A crisis?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mum &amp;amp; Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;God got 1 person to stand by me. ( JOKE--&gt; Nanny?? LOL! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;God gave me good friends in SIM. ( Duplicate of girls from CHEC? Hahaha!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanny, Sophia, Qing Xiu, Grace &amp;amp; Sherral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fate? Fate 'planned' or Fate 'accident'? Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is full of mysteries, dramas, dilemmas, disasters and triumphs than any besotted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aficionado &lt;/span&gt;could reasonably expect. We are the besotted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aficionado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily recognized an obsession that had been creeping up on most people. I suppose that there must be one or two people in the world who choose not to like people with the good-looks, but such an aberration is scarcely credible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(People who are after looks): Who could resist the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.eichleri , &lt;/span&gt;with its brilliant crimson-scarlet flowers, the petals nipping in slightly at the waist to finish in sharp needle points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(People who looks on the inside):The backs of the outer petals washed over in greeny-buff, so in bud it looks very sober. Then it flings open its petals and reveals itself as the wildly sexy flower that it is. Would you not fall in love with the Cottage tulip 'Magier'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that is felt outlasts beauty that can be seen. In my point of view, beauty that can be seen is called pretty. Beautiful out-beats pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as in any love affair, after the initial &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coup de foudre &lt;/span&gt;you want to learn more about the 'object' of your passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tulip ages, which it does gracefully and well (a worthwhile attribute) the whole thing darkens and purple leaches out from the edges through the entire surface of the petals. It is a mesmerizing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tulip does not disappoint. (Or at least, the disappointment rate would be a lot more lesser than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.eichleri )   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry.. I don't get what I'm talking about too either. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this sounds cliche but when love goes wrong, nothing goes right.&lt;br /&gt;When stuff like this happens, people will say bad things about you. This will be a bad distraction in your daily life. Bad distraction gives you a mouth full of whizz. Plus, being vulnerable is being woundable. Always remember that people may say bad things about you but you must never say bad things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back at people might not be a good idea. Nobody wins with a headbutt. An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures are just early attempts to success. The only way out is in.&lt;br /&gt;The mind is the only weapon that doesn't need a holster. ( Plus point for the mind? It's better than words ) Words don't need a holster too!! Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6272833893638943683?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6272833893638943683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6272833893638943683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6272833893638943683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6272833893638943683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/nanny-lol-cassandra-god-gave-me-good.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1924997539549889433</id><published>2009-08-19T14:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:06:39.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I Miss You&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of you still pierce through my heart&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Soy7CTI7KII/AAAAAAAABls/jbJOX8etAas/s1600-h/iPod-nano-8gb-black-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Soy7CTI7KII/AAAAAAAABls/jbJOX8etAas/s320/iPod-nano-8gb-black-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371874103717996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's always been all about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mUFbdW0XwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mUFbdW0XwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I passed all modules. DMS, Here I Come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1924997539549889433?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1924997539549889433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1924997539549889433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1924997539549889433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1924997539549889433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Soy7CTI7KII/AAAAAAAABls/jbJOX8etAas/s72-c/iPod-nano-8gb-black-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1110141965038168996</id><published>2009-08-17T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:16:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I found that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fallen soldier&lt;br /&gt;Lost in all the madness&lt;br /&gt;Trampled by the last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with the first tear&lt;br /&gt;Watching as the smoke cleared&lt;br /&gt;Leave me where you found me&lt;br /&gt;The world falling around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Watch it die&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend I knew it&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I believed&lt;br /&gt;In &amp;amp; out &amp;amp; through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood until the last day&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the life change&lt;br /&gt;If the fight is over&lt;br /&gt;Forget just what I've told you&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we could pull through&lt;br /&gt;But I already lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me where you found me&lt;br /&gt;The world falling around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is straight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A line can be straight, or a street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the human heart, Oh No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's curved like a road through mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tennessee Williams,Playwright&lt;br /&gt; A street car named Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1110141965038168996?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1110141965038168996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1110141965038168996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1110141965038168996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1110141965038168996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-that-its-over-im-fallen-soldier.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5814871488840783784</id><published>2009-08-17T07:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:21:56.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I got back last night. Back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell lotta fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fill of junkies. Food was good ( Except for the flies part )..&lt;br /&gt;Certain memorable stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh arguments sparked.&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new information was passed down.&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know that I love you a lot?'&lt;br /&gt;That was nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go somewhere fun again soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm the worlds happiest woman' ( 10 mins ago )&lt;br /&gt;'Ahh!! Please don't touch me. I feel like throwing up.' ( 10 mins later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;In your careers, you will meet many people.&lt;br /&gt;All are significant.&lt;br /&gt;They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping and unselfishly serve others.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obstacle in our path.&lt;br /&gt;- Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving When it Counts.&lt;br /&gt;- Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5814871488840783784?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5814871488840783784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5814871488840783784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5814871488840783784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5814871488840783784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-back-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5483447872089301681</id><published>2009-08-12T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:19:16.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I lost my Ipod yesterday. Dropped it off on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;This may sound exaggerating but it's true. I cried for a couple of hours. It felt like you've just lost your love. My Ipod stuck by me whenever I was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;I use it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVERYDAY without fail. When I go out now, it feels like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going out of town tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S: Blogger sucks. I can adjust my font size &amp; can't change the colour of it. I have to do them manually.Fuck!&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/2305570747653739314-5483447872089301681?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5483447872089301681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5483447872089301681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5483447872089301681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5483447872089301681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-my-ipod-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3491058116566327872</id><published>2009-08-11T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:05:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Just because you're not a Drummer, it doesn't mean that you don't have to KEEP TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- PAT your foot + SING the melody in your head, when you play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- STOP playing all those weird notes. PLAY the melody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- MAKE the Drummer sound GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DISCRIMINATION IS IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU'VE GOT TO DIG IT TO DIG IT, YOU DIG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL REET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- A note can be small as a pin or as big as the world, it all depends on your imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Don't play everything ( or everytime ), let some things go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Stay in shape! Sometimes, a musician waits for a GIG + when it comes &amp;amp; he's out of shape, he's not going to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- When you're swingin' SWING some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- DON'T SOUND ANYBODY FOR A GIG, JUST BE ON THE SCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU GOT IT! If you don't want to PLAY, Tell a Joke or Dance. But in any case, YOU GOT IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whatever you think, can be DONE (If undone, somebody else will come along &amp;amp; DO IT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Genius is one MOST LIKE HIMSELF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They tried to get me to hate DRUMMERS but SOMEONE would always come along + spoil it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-gore vidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3491058116566327872?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3491058116566327872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3491058116566327872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3491058116566327872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3491058116566327872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-because-youre-not-drummer-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2748301035674185785</id><published>2009-08-08T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:22:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Knock Knock! I'm back Love!&lt;br /&gt;-blows dust away &amp; starts cleaning up- &lt;br /&gt;My blog is characterized as stagnant. The lack of development and advancement has taken over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Papers are over. To hell with Accounts,Economics,Sales &amp; Marketing,Management &amp; Study Skills In English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;IT'S ALL OVER!! WHOO-WHEE! ( This is how I should be feeling ) 'How I should be feeling' because there is a high chance of me having to re-sit for my Economics &amp; Sales &amp; Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wait wait wait...&lt;br /&gt;With a conscious mind and some extent of reasoning, I substantiate my suspicions. I am left with no choice but to use the application of the mind to the acquisition of knowledge. Study Study again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Results will be out on 19th. I really hope that I don't have to take the subs. &lt;br /&gt;Plans before my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Sat (Which is today) - Fishing&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Go Lanny's house play&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Movies with Cass&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Go Ion with Sophia &amp; Lanny&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Don't know&lt;br /&gt;Thurs to Sunday - Out of town&lt;br /&gt;[ Nothing to do until 19th ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there isn't a need for sub-papers. First to KL then next to China!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sub-papers have to be taken... The doing of sub-papers. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Consequences of failing sub-papers?? Theresa gets kicked out of the 'education circle'.&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/2305570747653739314-2748301035674185785?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2748301035674185785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2748301035674185785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2748301035674185785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2748301035674185785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/08/paper-blues_08.html' title='Paper Blues'/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3805678647805322822</id><published>2009-07-12T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:32:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnpmmG1WpI/AAAAAAAABjU/u54KyTqpe3U/s1600-h/Photo0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570081007426194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnpmmG1WpI/AAAAAAAABjU/u54KyTqpe3U/s320/Photo0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnpmINR-_I/AAAAAAAABjM/Mvy6JAZ4TcQ/s1600-h/Photo0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570072981404658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnpmINR-_I/AAAAAAAABjM/Mvy6JAZ4TcQ/s320/Photo0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Slnply3VJZI/AAAAAAAABjE/lMIn1zQjpzQ/s1600-h/11042009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;-Entry for bread making-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang Du Du's BB 1st attempt at Baking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bought Bread Maker months ago.....after so long...finally decided to get down to making good use of the bread maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Seems simple from the receipe, lets try....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After more than 2 hours of machine works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WA LA! Look at the beautiful loaf, am pleasantly surprised with the result of my 1st loaf. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Talented I am! Nah its all just purely machine doing all the work :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;-Entry for Pang Du Du's long awaited meal-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chilli Crab; Fried Shitake Mushrooms, Fried Mantou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All Du Du's favourite prepared with love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wasnt easy task at all to kill and wash the crabs....My dearest Du Du nearly disfigured my face with the knife :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After hours of struggling with the live crabs...see pic below :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And result is "Finger licking good Chilli Crabs" of cos! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We finished all the crabs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ah B was simply impressed with the crabs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I no longer trust her with a knife....At least not when I am next to her. Arghhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bye Bye People...Signing off Ah B's Gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqVDSZwzI/AAAAAAAABjs/Ghk0wo0MJag/s1600-h/11042009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570879114560306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqVDSZwzI/AAAAAAAABjs/Ghk0wo0MJag/s320/11042009017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqVZkWpKI/AAAAAAAABj0/oCIH5Uc_MCo/s1600-h/11042009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570885095433378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqVZkWpKI/AAAAAAAABj0/oCIH5Uc_MCo/s320/11042009032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqUoNzLdI/AAAAAAAABjk/NC-xN3JHKho/s1600-h/11042009026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570871847497170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqUoNzLdI/AAAAAAAABjk/NC-xN3JHKho/s320/11042009026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqUaYeKMI/AAAAAAAABjc/7MrnFqxNg48/s1600-h/11042009029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570868134160578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnqUaYeKMI/AAAAAAAABjc/7MrnFqxNg48/s320/11042009029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3805678647805322822?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3805678647805322822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3805678647805322822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3805678647805322822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3805678647805322822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/07/entry-for-bread-making-pang-du-dus-bb.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SlnpmmG1WpI/AAAAAAAABjU/u54KyTqpe3U/s72-c/Photo0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2386762578800047143</id><published>2009-07-08T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:26:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I might be leaving this blog then do up a whole new one.&lt;br /&gt;I might be changing only the blog address.&lt;br /&gt;Might be coming to a halt at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing here or not, let's just see.&lt;br /&gt;If I do, let this entry be ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I like talking to a brick wall, it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you walking right out, has just shown me, I am not worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of walking right out mostly, will show me, I may not be worthy of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie Curie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Time flies. And it leaves us at...&lt;br /&gt;Old too soon.. Smart too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be just fine.. &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/2305570747653739314-2386762578800047143?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2386762578800047143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2386762578800047143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2386762578800047143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2386762578800047143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-might-be-leaving-this-blog-then-do-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6575277311190923856</id><published>2009-07-06T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:06:04.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2en6nZEycM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2en6nZEycM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pris Buddy said that this video is based on a movie. It's about this lady who keeps a writer at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This psycho lady who was in love with this writer. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah B~~ I love you. Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chop off your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I want to watch Misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6575277311190923856?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6575277311190923856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6575277311190923856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6575277311190923856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6575277311190923856'/><link rel='alternate' 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tried not to be a bother.&lt;br /&gt;Each night I seek out the brightest of stars,&lt;br /&gt;And pridefully know that's my Mother/Partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment, isn't sacrificing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5106953853617749488?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5106953853617749488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5106953853617749488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5106953853617749488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5106953853617749488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-times-not-remembered-of-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7432255299725794469</id><published>2009-07-02T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:15:23.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am intimidated by the fear of losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7432255299725794469?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7432255299725794469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7432255299725794469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7432255299725794469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7432255299725794469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-intimidated-by-fear-of-losing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3006768574649472158</id><published>2009-06-26T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:16:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Take a breath I pull myself together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Just another step until I reach the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I wish that I could tell you something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There's so many things that I want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If you fall, stumble down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If you lose faith in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tell me you won't give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Cause I'll be waiting if you fall you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;So i try to find the words that i could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And I cant lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Cause I just cant take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When you're gone it wont stop bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The thing I miss the most is waking up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When I look into your eyes, man I wish that I could stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There's nothing I can do nor say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I guess that it's the price I've got to pay for being quick to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;You were with me 6 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm on my own is what I said to myself 6 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;People often underestimate the power of music, and the effect that it has on us. We sometimes forget how a great song with a feel-good message lifts us up, and makes us smile and remember the place we had the most fun dancing to it and with whom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I underestimated the effect of you gone. I forgot about the feel-good message that you left thus, taking you for granted. The smile that you placed on my face and tune you used to dance along with me are once upon a time. I'm Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3006768574649472158?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3006768574649472158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3006768574649472158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3006768574649472158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3006768574649472158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-breath-i-pull-myself-together-just.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3749694902241621654</id><published>2009-06-24T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:40:51.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Stress in school: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Students are constantly reminded to excel academically. While not a bad thing in itself, stress comes from not knowing how to respond. In recent years, the pressure is extending downward, even to kindergartens. ECAs, ideally a way to de-stress, are viewed by some students as additional work. Parents add to the stress when they pressure their kids into taking up ECA not to their inclination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Stress at work:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Workers struggle with tight deadlines. They lament the tendency to equate staying late with working hard. Older workers feel threatened by younger ones. Some also feel threatened by the Government 's policy of attracting foreign talent. They fear that there will be glass ceilings for locals once the import of foreign talent becomes a norm. Less-educated Singaporeans fear lower-priced, better-educated foreigners taking away their jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Stress at home:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Adult Singaporeans juggle roles as parents and caregivers to their own aged parents. Many ply their children with extra tuition and enrichment classess, creating strain not only on their and the child 's time, but on their own pockets too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Stress as a SG citizen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Government is constantly trying to get people to improve, some people lament. While they may understand the need to boast productivity, they resent being mere economic digits pushed into prescribed moulds. They want a sense of control. If Singapore is a pressure cooker, one person asked, "Am I the cook or cooked?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stress is like cholesterol: there is good and bad. We should optimise good stress and minimise the bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We need to look beyond our basic survival needs to the higher needs of people, as individuals with social and spiritual dimensions. Success is not so much whether we live up to other people’s expectations, but whether we live up to our own. We must strive to be the best that we can be. Sometimes, paradoxically, this can be tougher than being what society thinks we should be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She rubs her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Says it's funny how the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can make you blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can just imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know what I'm supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if she feels bad then I do too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I let her be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she says oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her tears like diamonds on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Her Diamonds bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz I can't help her now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's down in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She tried her best and now she can't win it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard to see them on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'll still secretly be Carls Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3749694902241621654?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3749694902241621654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3749694902241621654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3749694902241621654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3749694902241621654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress-in-school-students-are.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6187450363831102816</id><published>2009-06-20T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:06:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) Living In Anticipation Of The Worst Possible Outcomes, Leech The Enjoyment  From Many Experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Life Is An Art Of Drawing Without An Eraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;When I speak of natural drummers I'm talking about guys that are playing with the talent God gave 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gene Krupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Intellectual Growth Should Commence At Birth And Cease Only At Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I wish that I got brains &amp;amp; talents la! KNS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="body"&gt;Drummers don't write - or at least, that's what everybody believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tony Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6187450363831102816?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6187450363831102816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6187450363831102816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6187450363831102816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6187450363831102816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-living-in-anticipation-of-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8802348267726510167</id><published>2009-06-16T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:18:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Has it ever occurred to you that a few or many years down the road, when you walk down the aisle with the partner you would have to live with for the rest of your life..&lt;br /&gt;Is not the one you love most ?&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll rather not get married unless if the one walking down the aisle with you, is the man/woman you love most in your entire life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is which ? Will you say YES to a marriage to whom is not your most loved ? A simple question yet, the answer complexed.&lt;br /&gt;People always use the term 'man/woman of my life' to represent their other halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, we brave through rough patches together and enjoy the breeze and simplicity of love during smooth times. There never would be a relationship where everything seems prefect. Perfection is never met, so what determines perfection ? I guess that it's our fantasy. We build sandcastles in the air every now and then, hoping for the sweetest things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Is that even attainable?&lt;br /&gt;Humans are weird creatures.We’re oddballs. We don't know or rather, choose not to treasure what we have &amp;amp; would always prefer or like something else which seems unattainable by us - perfection. I'm not speaking particularly about relationship itself. It's just any issues in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a partner to live with you for the rest of your life is never the same as having someone whom you want to just simply be there for love, care and concern. There's a fine line in somewhere in between. Someone to live with you for the rest of your life is not there only for love, care and concern, but other things like, support, or maybe a wee bit of husband/wife-material. One can be the ideal boyfriend/girlfriend material but you cannot imagine living life with him/her. You see no future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me that 'I'm wrong'. But look, we always say, "I love my life" during good times. Who would say, "I love my life" during their troughs ? Most wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you never get to marry the one you love most in your life ? And so what if someone else, whom you see future with (yet not your most love), proposed to you ? Would you say YES ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life's a journey. Walking down the road of life, we may get lost midway. When we arrive at the crossroads, we question ‘What’s the best route?’. Sometimes people allow their mind to navigate them and sometimes their instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet people along the way. Probably,you’ll have to work hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder for a time being with them. They might walk with you down the road. Some walk the same route as you,crossroads after crossroads.Some may just leave without a word. Some others would tell you, "We're people of different worlds." and eventually, part with you at the crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;In life, we pass by crossroads after crossroads. How do we know if we'll decide the right path each time we arrive at one ? Why is it that after leaving the crossroads, we start to have doubts in our choices? Even though we know that it's too late. There's no turning back because each different route will lead you to a different crossroad - Taking Route A leads you to Crossroad A, taking Route B will leads you to Crossroad B. Similarly, we bring our experiences with us along the walk of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in a corner crying &amp;amp; telling yourself how much you're regretting something done is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Regret ---&gt; Take it as a lesson learnt ( Make the best out of it ) ----&gt; Experience&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are just another form of experience.&lt;br /&gt;Take it as a lesson learnt. After all, it is a lesson learnt in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I watched 'Hannah Montana The Movie' with Sophia today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't wait fot Sats' outing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next movie is 'Ghost Of Girlfriends Past'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE PARDON MY LOUSY ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8802348267726510167?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8802348267726510167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8802348267726510167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8802348267726510167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8802348267726510167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/has-it-ever-occurred-to-you-that-few-or.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3801396564189788797</id><published>2009-06-12T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:21:41.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UOwnq6rWrw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UOwnq6rWrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away&lt;br /&gt;So I try to find the words that I could say&lt;br /&gt;I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;It's like every time I turn around I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss the most is waking up next to you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, man I wish that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like "forever"&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the price I gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;But when I come back home to feel your touch makes it better&lt;br /&gt;Until that day there's nothing else that I can do&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;(I just can't take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won´t stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3801396564189788797?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3801396564189788797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3801396564189788797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3801396564189788797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3801396564189788797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-look-so-beautiful-today-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4942299964656835870</id><published>2009-06-10T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:29:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He said,'You'll never amount to anything'.&lt;br /&gt;She said,'You don't have the brains for this'.&lt;br /&gt;You said,'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me'.&lt;br /&gt;Of course sticks and stones may break your bones, but words most certainly can hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any spoken word that is allowed to dissolve into the spirit can stop a person from experiencing the greatness they truly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with those words? Do you rise above them? Do you use them to motivate you forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or do you let them sink deep into your soul and hold you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple of things I do to avoid 'words' from destroying the very thing I'm trying to build.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't waste my energy and time trying to convince anyone, or change anyone's mind. After all, the only thing that triumphs over words is positive action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I infuse myself with positive reinforcement. Read, Study, Train, and then Practice thinking powerful thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I talk to myself. It's true that whatever you focus on, is the very thing that comes to fruition. If you believe you will fail, then you will and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;Think FAIL then FAIL lor!&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head in the game and your eyes on the prize. Visualize yourself accomplishing your goal. Whoo-Whee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, be selective about who you spend time with. Spend most of your time with those who pull you up with their words, and less with those who anchor you down. I'm not telling you to be rude - just be selective.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are thick skinned like me. No arrowlines can penetrate through the elephant hide of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your time!&lt;br /&gt;Get that fire in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although words can temporarily hurt, they will never stop you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4942299964656835870?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4942299964656835870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4942299964656835870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4942299964656835870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4942299964656835870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-saidyoull-never-amount-to-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5003194927581683348</id><published>2009-06-07T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:44:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I beat Little Cassie at Tic-Tac-Toe &amp;amp; Checkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5003194927581683348?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5003194927581683348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5003194927581683348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5003194927581683348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5003194927581683348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-beat-little-cassie-at-tic-tac-toe.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7705386549597496521</id><published>2009-05-30T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:55:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then he's a fool you're just as well&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It would be nice for her to know that she's being appreciated by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She needs it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or rather, she needed it. Once needed and no longer a requirement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If need be, she'll shut you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe, she already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Whey Whey..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jam or skate anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7705386549597496521?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7705386549597496521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7705386549597496521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7705386549597496521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7705386549597496521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-find-man-thats-worth-damn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6672157473590975937</id><published>2009-05-27T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:27:01.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqW9YoL401I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqW9YoL401I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope that it gives you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6672157473590975937?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6672157473590975937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6672157473590975937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6672157473590975937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6672157473590975937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-that-it-gives-you-h-e-l-l.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7402635062410280154</id><published>2009-05-27T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:20:33.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMnLqb_EPv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WMnLqb_EPv0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For some reason, I am still going nuts for this song. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I listen to a particular song for a max of 3 months everyday then I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song for more than...... I don't know. I started listening to it long before the prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7402635062410280154?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7402635062410280154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7402635062410280154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7402635062410280154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7402635062410280154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some-reason-i-am-still-going-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1094868964586501104</id><published>2009-05-26T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:46:06.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SncyQKe6CnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SncyQKe6CnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Awww... She's impressive isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;Stupefyingly stupefying.&lt;br /&gt;Not only can she sing but she also looks attractive in a dainty way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, my bro, Christopher is being awared with this 'Good Progression' award.&lt;br /&gt;Boy! Am I proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any awards in my High School days. Except for one which was made up by my DM. She made it up specially for this girl &amp;amp; I. The condition to it was that we have to not skip school for 3months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of Mr Carrot Cake and it is highly gratifying to the feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1094868964586501104?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1094868964586501104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1094868964586501104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1094868964586501104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1094868964586501104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6915189298203033593</id><published>2009-05-17T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:05:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;These are the creatures close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this video sucks &amp;amp; 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thin with me&lt;br /&gt;There never was once when you made me doubt your love for me&lt;br /&gt;We did all sorts of things together&lt;br /&gt;You were with me 24/7&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could have changed our love for one another&lt;br /&gt;Until the day, when you dropped into the toilet bowl&lt;br /&gt;That was when everything changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song suits you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me more lovin then i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when i'm feelin sad.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Barely gettin mad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy,&lt;br /&gt;As easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing two do three words four you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way two say those three words&lt;br /&gt;And that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when i fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Best that i've had.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Sg6bthSwycI/AAAAAAAABi8/crzAdcRkgCM/s1600-h/IPod.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336373814814099906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Sg6bthSwycI/AAAAAAAABi8/crzAdcRkgCM/s320/IPod.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby, I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5803511058973586997?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5803511058973586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5803511058973586997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5803511058973586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5803511058973586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-you-went-through-thick-thin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Sg6bthSwycI/AAAAAAAABi8/crzAdcRkgCM/s72-c/IPod.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8953457830395964160</id><published>2009-05-13T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:37:01.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgrTValJhdI/AAAAAAAABi0/54p_WAkJrB4/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335309073439622610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgrTValJhdI/AAAAAAAABi0/54p_WAkJrB4/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;These are my groupmates from SIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Introducing from left to right. Sophia, Lanny, Qing Xiu, Sherral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I LOVE LANNY TO THE MAX!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psst.. Lanny is my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I nearly got ditched by my girlfriend today. Girlfriend accompanied me to the toilet today &amp;amp; Sherral was like 'Go toilet also must bring her.'&lt;br /&gt;I ignored Sherral totally &amp;amp; headed off to PEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;While GF &amp;amp; I were in the toilet, GF fell into the toilet bowl. I panicked &amp;amp; quickly helped her clean up. She was ok in the beginning but later on ( abt 15mins later ) GF's eyes started to hurt and she fainted. She went 'ON' &amp;amp; 'OFF'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sophia tried to help save her &amp;amp; the relationship. Thank you Sophia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GF is blind now and we're having 'cold war' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby, I love you. Even though, it's been more than a year.. You're old now and there's a younger you out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ipod Nano 3rd Gen Rocks!'&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8953457830395964160?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8953457830395964160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8953457830395964160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8953457830395964160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8953457830395964160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-are-my-groupmates-from-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgrTValJhdI/AAAAAAAABi0/54p_WAkJrB4/s72-c/DSC02873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4589579236965045383</id><published>2009-05-10T15:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:41:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgZ_oNlZb1I/AAAAAAAABhs/7561udzpg0M/s1600-h/n595018470_1643701_5193608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334091137484943186" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgaBx2IYY5I/AAAAAAAABis/llIoFUVyALM/s320/%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jo &amp;amp; I!! Bud Bud Bud &amp;amp; Bud Bud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'You both win ready la! Nono.. You both win something even bigger then the lottery!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jo &amp;amp; I sat outside Esplanade and spent a romantic night together. We talked about whatever pertains to the subject under consideration while drinking. After drinking, Jo had cupcorn &amp;amp; I had cotton candy. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later on, we cycled to Xiao Gui Ling from my place. Gazing at the moon while puking. Hahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No Matter What..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are still LOVED by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The-Re!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss the learning HiveDays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ver goes, ' ACTION!'&lt;br /&gt;Jo goes Flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Re goes Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;=) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bud, Bud Bud &amp;amp; Bud Bud Bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4589579236965045383?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4589579236965045383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4589579236965045383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4589579236965045383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4589579236965045383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SgZ_oNlZb1I/AAAAAAAABhs/7561udzpg0M/s72-c/n595018470_1643701_5193608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4552498023202866704</id><published>2009-05-06T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:54:28.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You both were the ones who stood by me when the sky fell down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love you more than anything else and I owe you a big Thank You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Parents = My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know that I suck at being your daughter and I'm still learning to become a better one as the day passes. I'm sorry for everything &amp;amp; thank you for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you for being my parents and thank you for loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4552498023202866704?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4552498023202866704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4552498023202866704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4552498023202866704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4552498023202866704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-both-were-ones-who-stood-by-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-811725725467196795</id><published>2009-04-30T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:08:50.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The cockeyed idea of turning back the pages of history was a preposterous attempt. Inviting ridicule I'll say. A ludicrous lack of bonding is what you people are facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ask me a nonsensical question and I'll give you a nonsensical answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's proud of her promotion, but she'll laugh out of the other side of her mouth when the work piles up. Being proud &amp;amp; arrogant is never a good thing.  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-811725725467196795?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/811725725467196795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=811725725467196795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/811725725467196795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/811725725467196795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/cockeyed-idea-of-turning-back-pages-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-558968362658823333</id><published>2009-04-29T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:08:41.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#808000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mag:&lt;br /&gt;this a very nice rendition of love story meets viva la vida... i simply love this piece... listen if u r free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The-Re:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is that a virus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#808000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#808000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mag:&lt;br /&gt;no. I'm Mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The-Re&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn't seem like the way U type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It really is Mag and it isn't some stinkin virus =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-558968362658823333?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/558968362658823333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=558968362658823333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/558968362658823333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/558968362658823333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/mag-this-very-nice-rendition-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4222547451017261366</id><published>2009-04-28T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:44:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;While I was on my way to school yesterday, I thought of my Primary 5 &amp;amp; 6 classmates. I wonder where they are now, what they're doing and How are they like now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do you people think or even remember the girl that you people hit everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4222547451017261366?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4222547451017261366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4222547451017261366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4222547451017261366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4222547451017261366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-i-was-on-my-way-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4000460831758232578</id><published>2009-04-27T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:04:48.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up til it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, stumble down&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;If you lose faith in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won't give up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be waiting if you fall you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He suffers from the fastidiousness of dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Off to the Market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4000460831758232578?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4000460831758232578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4000460831758232578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4000460831758232578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4000460831758232578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-save-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2374232229434455501</id><published>2009-04-26T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:31:30.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEfM-MnTGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEfM-MnTGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;/span&gt; It's not about winning, it's about fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;/span&gt; Fun is when you.. Fun is.. It's like.. It's kinda.. Sorta like a..&lt;br /&gt;What is fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Let me spell it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; is for friends who do stuff together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; is for u and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;is for anywhere and anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whole Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Down here in the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;is for fire that burns down the whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;is for Uranium...BOMBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;is for no survivors when you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plankton! Those things aren't what fun is all about!&lt;br /&gt;Now, do it like this,&lt;br /&gt;F is for friends who do stuff to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Never! that's completely idiotic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here, Let me help you...&lt;br /&gt;F is for friends who do stuff together&lt;br /&gt;U is for u and me, Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N is for anywhere and anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whole cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Down here in the deep blue sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wait.. I don't understand this..&lt;br /&gt;I feel all tingly inside..&lt;br /&gt;Should we stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No! That's how you're supposed to feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well I like it!&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plankton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;F is for frolic through all the flowers&lt;br /&gt;U is for ukulele&lt;br /&gt;N is for nose picking, sharing gum, and&lt;br /&gt;sand licking here with my best buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Weird Laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2374232229434455501?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2374232229434455501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2374232229434455501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2374232229434455501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2374232229434455501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3029468690933006613</id><published>2009-04-25T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:59:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The TOP 25 in my Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Tongue Tied - Faber Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Sleepless Night - Faber Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Angel With The Scabbed Wings - Marilyn Manson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Dairy Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5) Ballroom Blitz - Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6) Breakfast After Ten - Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7) Can't Break Through - Busted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8) Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9) FaceDown - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10) Breathe Me - Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11) The Chronicles Of Life &amp;amp; Death - Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;12) I Don't Care - Fall Out Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13) Butterfly - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;14) Geek In The Pink - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15) Told You So - Jesse Mccartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;16) End Up like This - Son Of Dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17) Scars - Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;18) Fatal Tragedy - Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19) Phantom Of The Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;20) Fake It - Seether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;21) Rock 'N' Roll Train - AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;22) T.N.T - AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;23) Liar - Taking back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;24) Practice Makes Perfect - Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taking Chances - Celine Dion&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/2305570747653739314-3029468690933006613?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3029468690933006613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3029468690933006613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3029468690933006613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3029468690933006613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-25-in-my-ipod-1-tongue-tied-faber.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7785153757534092468</id><published>2009-04-24T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:32:28.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;%$#@!^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*%$#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7785153757534092468?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7785153757534092468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7785153757534092468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7785153757534092468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7785153757534092468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7587453082260335113</id><published>2009-04-14T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:00:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss my previous Classmates. I miss the way Buddies &amp;amp; I clown around in class. I miss how we never fail to force one another to hang out together after school. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ver!!!! Lun!!!! Ting!!!! I miss and love you people the most!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bernie~~ Bernie~~ All so Alieny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hai Tun~~ Hai Tun~~ All so Boney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Su Eng~~ Su Eng~~ All so Botaky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7587453082260335113?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7587453082260335113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7587453082260335113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7587453082260335113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7587453082260335113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-on-projects-on-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-6997903943762744899</id><published>2009-04-09T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:10:18.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were supposed to do this Assignment. This Assignment is to check out if we're dominantly left or right brained. This is my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You are a middle brain dominant student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded but not gullible about things or people. You may run into trouble making decisions sometimes, while your logical brain plays tug-of-war with your gut instinct. You enjoy the arts, but you could also do well in science and math. You appreciate the beauty of all things in life, and are well-rounded. Middle brain students would do well on The Apprentice, since they can have a strong mix of gut instinct and an appreciation for numbers. You would have a strong career in business, but you may not go that route; you may be more interested in studying the arts and sciences in college. You would be wise to read over the characteristics of left and right brain students and consider whether you fall into the traps of either type. For instance, extreme right brain dominant students can get too bogged down in thought, while extreme left brain students can be rigid in their views. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I think that I'm a freak. A Dual-brained freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jillian Michaels &amp;amp; Jennifer Aniston are darn &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6997903943762744899?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6997903943762744899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6997903943762744899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6997903943762744899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6997903943762744899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-were-supposed-to-do-this-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8522453810559472589</id><published>2009-04-07T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:00:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;People like me are consistant in being inconsistant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, let's talk about my first day at Campus. I was meant to be the first who arrived for lecture but I turned out to be last. Reason being going to the wrong Campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I arrived at the HQ at 1.15 as lecture was supposed to start at 1.30. I sat there and waited till 1.35 but no one came. So, I called my mum to complain. Haha! After complaining, I urged my FAT legs to walk to the office to ask. It turned out that I'm supposed to attend lectures at the other Campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After lecture, Cassandra brought me to this Japanese restaurant for dinner. The food was AWESOME! She said that it's a celebration for my first day of school. Then, I asked her 'Why not a celebration for my first day at Mu-ee?' She told me that it's different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ting Ting sent me a extremely nice SMS this morning. ( I was still asleep. Therefore, I am HINTING flour girl that she woke me up somehow. LOL! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8522453810559472589?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8522453810559472589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8522453810559472589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8522453810559472589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8522453810559472589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-like-me-are-consistant-in-being.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7081268173339935404</id><published>2009-04-05T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:08:06.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdiC6v_ocCI/AAAAAAAABhk/K4tm-CweZsY/s1600-h/Nervous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321146905565622306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdiC6v_ocCI/AAAAAAAABhk/K4tm-CweZsY/s320/Nervous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7081268173339935404?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7081268173339935404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7081268173339935404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7081268173339935404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7081268173339935404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school-in-sim-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdiC6v_ocCI/AAAAAAAABhk/K4tm-CweZsY/s72-c/Nervous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7963456832202317077</id><published>2009-04-03T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:28:28.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdVqdddLBkI/AAAAAAAABhc/ndvA85l3hD8/s1600-h/Railway+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320275589163845186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdVqdddLBkI/AAAAAAAABhc/ndvA85l3hD8/s320/Railway+Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7963456832202317077?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7963456832202317077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7963456832202317077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7963456832202317077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7963456832202317077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SdVqdddLBkI/AAAAAAAABhc/ndvA85l3hD8/s72-c/Railway+Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4991554165870728189</id><published>2009-03-25T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:36:37.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quailty time is making up for lost time and time lost is never found again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prolly to you, it goes this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He who gains time gains everything and time is money. To you, money is everything &amp;amp; you love money more than anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Money is a wonderful thing, but it is possible to pay too high a price for it. Since that money is your everything then there's no too high price you can pay except money. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The bad news is time flies. and the good news is you're the pilot. So instead of asking "What am I getting?" from a job, why not ask "What am I becoming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'I earn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;^&amp;amp;* a month. More than enough for you to study in pte schools for the remaining education ladder you have to climb because you can't make it into the mainstream. It's also enough for you to be a BUM for the rest of your life in case you can't make it in pte schools too.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She beary lude hor? Maker dis kind ob statement? Don't be sad. At least you get to study. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4991554165870728189?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4991554165870728189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4991554165870728189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4991554165870728189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4991554165870728189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/quailty-time-is-making-up-for-lost-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8661283691980596427</id><published>2009-03-24T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:03:10.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spent time with Verne yesterday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Verne met Cassandra &amp;amp; Cassandra met Verne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8661283691980596427?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8661283691980596427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8661283691980596427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8661283691980596427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8661283691980596427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-me-in-special-school-cuz-i-am-such.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8921882468381118660</id><published>2009-03-23T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:03:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She makes my heart go Bang Bang Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YEAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ting Ting is back!!!!!&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/2305570747653739314-8921882468381118660?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8921882468381118660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8921882468381118660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8921882468381118660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8921882468381118660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-ting-ting-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3344999076270760230</id><published>2009-03-21T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:07:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;One's ability to be charitable, to feel humble, to forgive and be appreciative are strengths within us that most of us seem to ignore. These strengths deflate our easily inflated egos which helps us pay more respect to other human beings - and all living things on our planet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We live life with survival instincts. Populated pragmatism is the way of life. To live on, you can't be human. You have to be a materialistic flesh-and-blood 'robot'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Living in a life that's fast-paced, most of us sometimes fail to reflect. We fail to think who we once were,what we are now. We never fail to think about the things we do not have but we suck at think about the things we have. We screw it all up when it comes to the word 'appreciation'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's still a long way to go and a lot more to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like what parents used to always tell their kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" You batter pinish your food ah! The children in Apfica no have food to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eat ar!"&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/2305570747653739314-3344999076270760230?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3344999076270760230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3344999076270760230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3344999076270760230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3344999076270760230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/ones-ability-to-be-charitable-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5317190589306279151</id><published>2009-03-20T00:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:04:47.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Whoa! What brings??!! Fancy seeing you around here.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It turned out that Auntie Chicken had returned to Singapore and gave Duck a surprise visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie Chicken passed a bag of Famous Amos to Duck and said &lt;em&gt;'I got this for you. I remember that you loved Famous Amos ever since you were a kid.'&lt;/em&gt; Being the glutton that Duck had always been, she was enraptured by the bag of Famous Amos. Feeling that something is amiss, Duck could feel her heart pulsate rapidly and heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Are you busy now?'&lt;/em&gt; questioned Auntie Chicken as her eyes looked straight into Duck's eyes. Duck wanted to lie about it but a 'No' rolled off her tongue. Perhaps, Duck's reflexs were too slow. The frequency between the mind and the mouth had a disconnection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'6years of pounding on drums, 19years of doodling and 3years of being a delinquent. I'm glad to know that you've changed when you hit the age of 16 and was no longer a delinquent. But then, Young woman! You've wasted enough time on drums and idle drawings. When school starts, study study study! Education is everything. An education is how you'll make something of yourself.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This was Auntie Chicken's opinion. Just that, it was expressed in a commanding order. Therefore, it is an order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Duck, known to be as stubbon as a mule would never give in to that. But Auntie Chicken said more than those stated above. She said stuff that could bring anyone down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When the conversation ended, Auntie Chicken left and Duck could hear herself sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Don't you dare cry.No crying you little bastard. No tears and definately not for you. Buck up!' &lt;/em&gt;This phrase replayed in Ducks' mind like an old broken recorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Threw it all away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Passion's in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I adore my mum while taking her for granted. Just like every regular kid out there. My Mum's flaw is that she didn't make me work for it. She loves me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. There never was,not for a moment, a question of trust from me to her. If my mums says it, I believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Mum wasn't easy on me. She never did spare the rod when I was younger but she loved me. She had a bottomless well of love for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kids chase the love that eludes them. Kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard. I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a Mummys' girl and not a Aunties' girl. Bottomless well of love beats bottomless well of dough,hands down. Even though 'no bread,no love' but it's love from a Mother to a child now. It's just different. Special and unique in every way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid of my Mum having to leave me or Me having to leave my Mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum never did stand up for me when I was bullied in the past but she stood up for me by being my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This would be a song best suited for my Mum if I were to dedicate a song for her.. Don't get me wrong. I do not want to make out with her. You'll know which parts are meant for it if you think with your head and not your arse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many people gonna say that they want you,&lt;br /&gt;To try to get you thinking they really care,&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing like the warmth of the one&lt;br /&gt;Who has put in the time and you know he's gonna be there,&lt;br /&gt;Back your border when she knows someone crossed it,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody put you down, who your with&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain of protecting your name,&lt;br /&gt;From the crutch to the cane to the highwire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the women just when i met her,&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when i was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right,&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when i wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl (I'm in love with) [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the many broken backdoors and windows,&lt;br /&gt;Through the valley of the love of the lost,&lt;br /&gt;Is a hole that is cut through the souls falling down&lt;br /&gt;From the thrones without leaving any windows,&lt;br /&gt;But you drown in a piece for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;The moment was over in time,&lt;br /&gt;Then its gone the hit and run the tactless one has a short life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the women just when i met her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when i was bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right,&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when i wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl (I'm in love with) [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you what you do to think you practice what you preach,&lt;br /&gt;Now i know there's nothing we cant preach,&lt;br /&gt;'cause the heart can't erase once it finds a place to be warm and welcome,&lt;br /&gt;To be held in shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who knows me better,&lt;br /&gt;Fell for the women just when i met her&lt;br /&gt;Took my sweet time when i was bitter&lt;br /&gt;Someone understands,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows how to treat a fella right&lt;br /&gt;Give me that feeling every night&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when i wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understands me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl (I'm in love with) [x3]&lt;br /&gt;Who knows me better&lt;br /&gt;Wants to make love when i wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;Now someone understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I repeat!! I do not want to make out with my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do something tomorrow, when it could be done the day after tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There is always tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When in doubt do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its better to have loafed and lost than never to have loafed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is liberty? Leisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happiness depends on Leisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Workers can't think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you are losing your leisure, you may be losing your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He who loafs last loafs longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imagination is more important than knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All the evil people in the world are already busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To idle people every day is a festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You cannot think and work at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Children ought to be idle -- it's good for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thinkers don't work and workers don't think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm waking up at the start of the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;but it's feeling just like every other morning before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;now i wonder what my life is gonna mean if it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;cars are moving like a half a mile an hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;and i started staring at the passengers waving goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;when i believe the world is burning to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;oh well, i guess we're gonna find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;let's see &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/m/matchbox_20/how_far_weve_come/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How Far We've Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;let's see how far we've come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;well, i believe it all is coming to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;oh well i guess we're gonna pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;let's see how far we've come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;let's see how far we've come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;i think you turned to the clock but i don't really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;and i can't remember caring pouring out of her soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;started crying and i couldn't stop myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;i started running but there's nowhere to run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;i sat down on the street took a look at myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;say where we're going but you don't know where it's headed oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;say your goodbyes if you got someone you can say goodbye to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gone, gone, baby it's all gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no-one in the corner and there's no-one at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's cool, cool, it was just all cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's over for me and it's over for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it's no don't, baby it's all gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no-one in the corner and there's no-one at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's cool, cool, it was just all coolit's over for me and it's over for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5317190589306279151?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5317190589306279151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5317190589306279151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5317190589306279151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5317190589306279151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa-what-brings-fancy-seeing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7601889534594337614</id><published>2009-03-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:42:11.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/Sb097ZXgYrI/AAAAAAAABhU/2w4Q6qay5Mo/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313471225998107314" style="FLOAT: left; 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Things got a step further on the night of Jan 11th. Which was my Mum's birthday and a day before the release of the O's results. I didn't quite make the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You helped me make calls to SIM then accompained me to SIM to ask about the Diploma stuff. On that day, you asked if I were yours thrice. I replied No thrice. That had hurt you. You said that I'm only a kid. So, you'll let me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;28th Jan. You teared because you couldn't stop me from drinking. In the end, we made a pact that I can't drink for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Jan 30th, misunderstandings popped up and it made you really angry then it made you cry. I remember you crying while driving me to work. I apologized but it didn't really work. It happened because I was never the kind that bothered to explain myself. You came to pick me up from work after that. We had a long talk at the roof of the carpark in your car. I said that we're friends with a smile. Then, I made you cry again. Soon, it turned Jan 31st and the clock struck 0315. That was when things got another step further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd feb. You started work. Everything was still smooth as there wasn't much stress yet. You still wait for me to knock off then call me on the phone every night. A week passed and it was still ok. Another week passed and it was still alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Until...... Recently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things changed and stuff.. We talked things out yesterday and things are supposed to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you'll always do for me when I'm asleep. You'll cover me with the blanket so that I wouldn't catch a cold. You'll wake up and make sure that my head isn't off the bed. You'll pat me to sleep or sayang my head. You always say 'You are so spolit! I'm not going to spoil you any further.' Despite saying this, you still do spoil me even up till today. Just that, it's not so obvious like the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ought to thank you for everything. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks for being so nice to watch DragonBall with me. Remember that it's Goku &amp;amp; not Kugo. Next, you must watch Street Fighter with me. I love you Bud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where is my Chilli Crab???!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-6928262355058909958?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/6928262355058909958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=6928262355058909958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6928262355058909958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/6928262355058909958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/mums-ill-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4386224951078822657</id><published>2009-03-14T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:52:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy&lt;br /&gt;These mishaps, you bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let go, let go, jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatcha waiting for&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;And then it rises with the fall&lt;br /&gt;So hand me that remote&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later now&lt;br /&gt;You can't await your own arrival&lt;br /&gt;You've 20 seconds to comply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to scream, until no sound comes out and you've learned your lesson&lt;br /&gt;I want to swallow these pills to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to make a bad impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start to be myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sick of everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;It's here and now I'm breaking out&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;But I will stand a broken man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take back all the shit that I have done&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you were better off without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one big step and I looked away&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm always too late&lt;br /&gt;You never got your story straight&lt;br /&gt;I'm always up late&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm everything you hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4386224951078822657?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4386224951078822657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4386224951078822657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4386224951078822657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4386224951078822657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/leave-your-things-behind-cause-its-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4936554803536104680</id><published>2009-03-14T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:55:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your kiss, your kiss will be the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked in&lt;br /&gt;Indie rock used to be dirty pop&lt;br /&gt;Could you be everything;&lt;br /&gt;My rise and my fall?&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me, 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;40 fires in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you buy&lt;br /&gt;Just don't you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Only you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me in a record shop now&lt;br /&gt;One shot and you took me down&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it when the arrow hit&lt;br /&gt;You sunk me with your deadly lips&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your kiss will be the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, spin me round the record shop&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, the record stops&lt;br /&gt;Will you run, or flirt til it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you scream through the aisles&lt;br /&gt;Bury me a 12 inch grave&lt;br /&gt;And don't you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Reach for me, just one time&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your kiss will be the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4936554803536104680?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4936554803536104680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4936554803536104680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4936554803536104680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4936554803536104680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-kiss-your-kiss-will-be-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8197662099080394433</id><published>2009-03-11T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:23:47.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The nights grow cold&lt;br /&gt;Im growing older&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you're gone&lt;br /&gt;It's more lonesome than the last one&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all this time&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;And you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever feels alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just come home&lt;br /&gt;Because i miss you so&lt;br /&gt;And i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles again&lt;br /&gt;If you could just see me now&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt have a doubt&lt;br /&gt;We could just start this love all over&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the things we know&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i said&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt what i meant&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can forget&lt;br /&gt;And i can leave all my regrets&lt;br /&gt;Behind tonight&lt;br /&gt;And catch a flight to Boston&lt;br /&gt;And come start a new life&lt;br /&gt;And this time we can do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just come home&lt;br /&gt;Because i miss you so&lt;br /&gt;And i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles again&lt;br /&gt;If you could just see me now&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt have a doubt&lt;br /&gt;We could just start this love all over&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the things we know&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles again&lt;br /&gt;If you could just see me now&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt have a doubt&lt;br /&gt;We could just start this love all over&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the things we know&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles again&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time keeps moving but I stood idle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8197662099080394433?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8197662099080394433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8197662099080394433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8197662099080394433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8197662099080394433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/nights-grow-cold-im-growing-older.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8951627287295604498</id><published>2009-03-11T09:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:09:29.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SbcZ6tHB38I/AAAAAAAABg8/H5oiS7nxNtM/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311742781838974914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SbcZ6tHB38I/AAAAAAAABg8/H5oiS7nxNtM/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whenever I'm setting off to game, I see this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whenever I'm about to sign in MSN, I see this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is my desktop background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss these idiot. That includes Little Seannie hiding behind Ah Kok ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Love Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8951627287295604498?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8951627287295604498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8951627287295604498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8951627287295604498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8951627287295604498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/whenever-im-setting-off-to-game-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SbcZ6tHB38I/AAAAAAAABg8/H5oiS7nxNtM/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2633900708619004784</id><published>2009-03-06T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:21:36.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If we did all the things that we're capable of, we'll literally astound ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And to quote from that 'Benjamin Button' show - You can curse and swear at fate but in the end, you'll have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please stop interrupting me while I'm trying to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. I know Karate, Judo, Ninjutsu and 40 other dangerous words.&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/2305570747653739314-2633900708619004784?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2633900708619004784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2633900708619004784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2633900708619004784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2633900708619004784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-we-did-all-things-that-were-capable.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-457460646008509157</id><published>2009-03-04T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:12:38.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carls Junior&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-457460646008509157?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/457460646008509157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=457460646008509157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/457460646008509157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/457460646008509157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-i-think-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2063411699241094759</id><published>2009-03-03T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:51:15.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes I'll just wish that you have a little more time for me. Those hours on the phone are just different. It's different from spending time together side by side. I miss how it all started out. I feel how you're feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, Earn more to feed Little Glutton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know that you give in to my weirdness but I do give in to your way of pragmatism too. The part on getting a new one. I shouldn't have said something like that but you were the one that said it would make you feel very insecure. Isn't getting a new one the best way out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm missing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mummy~~~~~~~~~~ Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Well, here we are again&lt;br /&gt;Throwing punchlines, no one wins&lt;br /&gt;As the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast&lt;br /&gt;And we won't work this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single word's been said&lt;br /&gt;Broke each other's hearts again&lt;br /&gt;As the starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down&lt;br /&gt;She screams out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not gonna work this out tonight&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not gonna make this right&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're not gonna work this out&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2063411699241094759?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2063411699241094759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2063411699241094759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2063411699241094759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2063411699241094759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-ill-just-wish-that-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1709047307486899145</id><published>2009-03-01T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:46:20.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She got me a new watch on Friday night. She wanted to bring me to the turf club on Saturday. ( I think cause I keep saying I want to SEE!!!!! ) So, we were discussing should we go to this room where there's air-con &amp;amp; buffet or go stand with all the Ah-Peks in the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Naturally, I replied excitedly, 'Stand with all the Ah-Peks!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She was like 'Huh.... Later the Ah-Peks lose then they go 'HONG-GAN' &amp;amp; 'PUI' on the floor leh.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was like ' We can join them! We can HONG GAN AR! CB! ' Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We didn't go there in the end. Cannot wear Berms de leh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, she wanted to bring me to the SSO. But didn't in the end also. So yea yea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I WANT HEATHER. Heather Leong something something. I haven't thought of a chinese name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1709047307486899145?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1709047307486899145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1709047307486899145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1709047307486899145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1709047307486899145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-got-me-new-watch-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8713026328533894912</id><published>2009-02-26T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:51:44.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyone who's interested to watch Dragonball Evolution, X-Men Origins: Wolverine and Watchmen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish for someone who loves skateboarding, drumming, photography, bikes and tattoos as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who has the fucked up attitude like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who thinks weirdly like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drumming makes my heart pound faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Photography draws with light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bikes make my knees go soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tattoo is to identify oneself and is an ongoing art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chocolates and toys make me smile. I still love Ultraman &amp;amp; DragonBall lots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I still have my chou-chou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish for another The-Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Win tickets to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Live in Concert &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get ready for a night pulsing with vibrancy and tenacity! LAMC Productions is proud to announce that The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, the American rockers from Middleburg, Florida are all set to rock Singapore on March 10th at D’Marquee Downtown East!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;WOAH! I want I want I want!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring me somewhere where I can hear I also happy. Hahaha! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8713026328533894912?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8713026328533894912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8713026328533894912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8713026328533894912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8713026328533894912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyone-whos-interested-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8878007025459952075</id><published>2009-02-25T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:14:57.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pulchritudinous -&gt; Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Tintinabulation -&gt; Sound of a bell&lt;br /&gt;Poodle- faker ----&gt; A man who drinks too much tea with married women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;These are the new words that Miss XY taught me a couple of days back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras Basah brings back lots of memories. Good memories which kinda hurt because they seemed so yesterday and you miss them. Let's a take a walk down memory lane soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LAST MIN MEET-UPS! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oooo, this is an SOS&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a second guess&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walkin' on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Better believe I bled&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8878007025459952075?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8878007025459952075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8878007025459952075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8878007025459952075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8878007025459952075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-who-drinks-too-much-tea-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5705207139842480812</id><published>2009-02-23T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:53:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well,it really depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;if you always give in, then whenever they need replacement, they'll always look for you.&lt;br /&gt;den u forever cannot dance, forever cannot do what you like.&lt;br /&gt;understand bo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;certain things can give in but others must persist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sy is aiming to go Japan after Poly for dance stuff. I love Sy to the &lt;strong&gt;MAX! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope to go somewhere nice before school starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5705207139842480812?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5705207139842480812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5705207139842480812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5705207139842480812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5705207139842480812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/sy-says-wellit-really-depends-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-2866022712905824964</id><published>2009-02-23T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:08:04.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After seeing Jo's blog and the quizzes she's done, I decided to do it too.. Looked like fun! Blue's the stuff I like. Grey? Sheesh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What career will suit your personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You would be very happy in a career that utilised your level-headedness, and allowed you to work mainly on your own. You want a career that allows you to be creative, without having to be involved with lots of people. Some careers that would be perfect for you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Historian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Novelist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;University Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Photographer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Paralegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online Content Developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webmaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Managing Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutritionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You like working and being alone. You like to avoid attention at all costs. You tend to keep to yourself, and not interact much with the people around you. You enjoy spending time with a few a close friends. You like to listen to others, but don't like sharing much about yourself. You are very quiet and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very practical, and only act after thinking things through. You don't like being forced to answer quickly. You have to evaluate the situation completely. You make decisions based on what you can verify with your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be deeply involved in one or two special projects. You like to be behind the scenes. You are very logical and fair. You feel you should be honest with others and protect their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust your gut instincts. You are easily inspired and trust that inspiration. You are very innovative. You analyse things by looking at the big picture. You are concerned about how what you do affects others. You worry about your actions and the future. You tend to use a lot of metaphors and are very descriptive and colourful in your choice of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very creative, and get bored easily if you don't get to express yourself. You like to learn new things. You don�t like the same old routine. You like to leave your options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Test your emotional intelligence (EQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You scored 80% correct!&lt;br /&gt;Remember you responses need to have been as honest as possible. If you feel that your score does not reflect you, please retake the test and answer each question in the way that best represents the way you typically feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score indicates that you have an above average EQ.&lt;br /&gt;People that typically score in this range are able to recognise and understand their feelings as well as being able to express them in an appropriate manner. They are comfortable with who they are. They are not afraid to show love, empathy and compassion for other people. They are comfortable with intimacy and comfortable about giving of themselves to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also very good communicators. They are very in tune with themselves and those around them. In most circumstances they know how to say the right thing at the right moment. They are good friends and partners. They are able to show anger in appropriate ways and are not afraid to stand up for what they believe. They are not afraid to cry if they are hurt. They are not afraid to admit that they are wrong, or embarrassed to say they are sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are typically happy, well-rounded people. They easily accept challenges and are able to stay motivated and focused in the face of setbacks. They are able to set and achieve goals for themselves. They are positive and optimistic about themselves, the others around them, and their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that emotional intelligence never stops growing. Because people are always evolving, EQ is something that needs to be nurtured. If it isn't your emotional intelligence will disappear. Continue to utilise the emotional intelligence that you have and continue to identify and work on areas that need work. If you do this, your EQ will continue to flourish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm so bored. hahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-2866022712905824964?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/2866022712905824964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=2866022712905824964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2866022712905824964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/2866022712905824964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-seeing-jos-blog-and-quizzes-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5432939091439241487</id><published>2009-02-21T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:27:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjZpqgeiGFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjZpqgeiGFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The faint blaze of the candle&lt;br /&gt;of my life slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;like a fire in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;No sparks of hope inside,&lt;br /&gt;no shooting stars on my sky.&lt;br /&gt;on broken wings, no flying high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another demise,&lt;br /&gt;Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll let the wind blow out the light,&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz it gets more painful&lt;br /&gt;Every Time I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of strength to fight,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take another night.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it no more,&lt;br /&gt;Lust of light slips through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Like blood drips off my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Black candle wax has buried me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another demise,&lt;br /&gt;Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice,&lt;br /&gt;I`ll let the wind blow out the light,&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz it gets more painful everytime I die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kick ass video!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLAjKtmT3lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLAjKtmT3lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can alter your look&lt;br /&gt;And diversify your image&lt;br /&gt;But the truth seems like&lt;br /&gt;A bitch slap in your face&lt;br /&gt;INCOMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5432939091439241487?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5432939091439241487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5432939091439241487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5432939091439241487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5432939091439241487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/faint-blaze-of-candle-of-my-life-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-7566753075717848019</id><published>2009-02-20T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:15:46.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;To Jac: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love is a sense of strong affection and attachment with any of a number of emotions and experiences. It can also refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction. Love is not a single feeling but an emotion built from two or more feelings. Blah Blah Blah.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. In this limited conception of love, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness of familial and platonic love to the profound oneness. Blah Blah Blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saw this from a piece of paper with ugly handwritting. I must have read it somewhere before and copied it down. Can't remember where but yea. Lazy type ar! People want to sleep after work. Next time, don't ask me this kind of bo liao qns. I don't know what love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE IS SAI GOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-7566753075717848019?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/7566753075717848019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=7566753075717848019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7566753075717848019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/7566753075717848019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-jac-love-is-sense-of-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-3026597387216972815</id><published>2009-02-20T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:05:38.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My family is my everything just like how I am their everything. Conflicts, disagreements and fights do rise but we'll have them solved some time later. Well, in a way I guess..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blame it on me being useless. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waited for Lun to end work today. We had a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Ans Jenny said that I am very good and very guai! Re deserves two thumbs up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mummy cooks the best duck soup in the whole universe!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-3026597387216972815?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/3026597387216972815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=3026597387216972815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3026597387216972815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/3026597387216972815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-family-is-my-everything-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5575868993284513434</id><published>2009-02-18T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:31:40.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nliuKL4jE6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nliuKL4jE6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Falling in love is easy.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Heart break is very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts all that is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;So make your choice wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful who you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Because love cant be taken back as easy.&lt;br /&gt;The sparks, the lust&lt;br /&gt;is no longer there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Theresa Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5575868993284513434?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5575868993284513434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5575868993284513434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5575868993284513434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5575868993284513434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8901483039324061832</id><published>2009-02-18T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:15:14.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want a AKS. Stuff that I like and do are deemed as improper. Always......................... So sian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;我已经变了. 但也来不及了.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, it's a good life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prolly cut yourself and think that death is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There's no real problems.&lt;br /&gt;Let your imagination take flight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I were you I'd be taking it easy&lt;br /&gt;Kick back and relax for a little while&lt;br /&gt;We'll all still be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Take time just to act like a little child&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the world has in store for us&lt;br /&gt;You got the ring that better get off of us&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for a comfortable chair&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice and throw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're boss is giving you pressure&lt;br /&gt;Let go, take a breather in the park&lt;br /&gt;You've got to find out what's your pleasure&lt;br /&gt;In time you'll be singing like a lark&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon your sorry will chime for all&lt;br /&gt;Somebody will heed your call&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for a comfortable chair&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, throw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade in some misery for some tender loving care&lt;br /&gt;Cast aside those cloudy days fuses are all to bear&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind get a whole new lease on life&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for a comfortable chair&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice throw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for a comfortable chair&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice throw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a good life so why y'all trippin&lt;br /&gt;The good life slippin away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8901483039324061832?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8901483039324061832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8901483039324061832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8901483039324061832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8901483039324061832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/prolly-cut-yourself-and-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5310148626856661036</id><published>2009-02-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:41:07.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 86%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 70%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 52%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 52%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 50%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5310148626856661036?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5310148626856661036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5310148626856661036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5310148626856661036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5310148626856661036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-your-true-fear-your-result.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-5238512596057601255</id><published>2009-02-13T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:37:14.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems like you're not real but imaginary. You're never there. Wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It should be this way. You're hardly there. I did my part in the very beginning but you chose to ignore. You turned your back on me. Sorry for not having the capacity for endurance. It's a little too late to extingish the bridges you've burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She always says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'With young people, you can tell them there is a wall ahead and not to walk into it. But they won't listen until they actually hit the wall.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'By then it's already too late. You already have a BA-LA-KU!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-5238512596057601255?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/5238512596057601255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=5238512596057601255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5238512596057601255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/5238512596057601255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-seems-like-youre-not-real-but.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-659392195969793034</id><published>2009-02-11T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:46:42.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpQqNG_ZQ0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpQqNG_ZQ0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO SUPER FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-659392195969793034?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/659392195969793034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=659392195969793034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/659392195969793034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/659392195969793034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-super-funny-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-8814869826854537101</id><published>2009-02-11T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:48:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SZHIeVi-AII/AAAAAAAABgk/8dBPg5UaJb8/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301238659897229442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SZHIeVi-AII/AAAAAAAABgk/8dBPg5UaJb8/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SZHH60yMpiI/AAAAAAAABgc/1khgrUunYfY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301238049807312418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SZHH60yMpiI/AAAAAAAABgc/1khgrUunYfY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I secretly miss the times we spent together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Frolicsome Frolicsome Frolicsome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVncVzx8cCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVncVzx8cCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Very misunderstood, most people just dismiss me as "trouble."&lt;br /&gt;Life philosophy: "I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-8814869826854537101?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/8814869826854537101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=8814869826854537101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8814869826854537101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/8814869826854537101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkUOtEaET58/SZHIeVi-AII/AAAAAAAABgk/8dBPg5UaJb8/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-1274323010549844901</id><published>2009-02-10T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:25:44.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;You Are An INFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a creative person with a great imagination. You enjoy living in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close to you.&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards.&lt;br /&gt;You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waiting for work to start and I saw this test thing from Yan Zhen's blog. So do lor. Super sian la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got accepted into SIM. People say ' The-Re always gets the easy way out cause she rich what! ' Let's clear this up. For one thing, The-Re is not rich. She doesn't pay for her school fees. The-Re has got her own issues too. FYI, The-Re got a 28 with only 4 credits. You people are way off better than The-Re. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A year has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-1274323010549844901?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/1274323010549844901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=1274323010549844901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1274323010549844901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/1274323010549844901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-infp-idealist-you-are-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-499002303994646326</id><published>2009-02-09T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:22:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Down through the centuries, many have been stuck by the thought that what we see around us is the 'ultimate' reality. But the real world is somehow &lt;em&gt;hidden.&lt;/em&gt; Some have suggested that, if we could pull back the curtain that divides us from this reality, we would be confronted by something extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"... before we began to see and hear and use our other senses we must somewhere have aqquired the knowledge that there is such a thing as absolute equailty; otherwise we could never have realized, by using it as a standard for comparison, that all equal objects of sense are desirous of being like it, but are only imperfect copies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Plato Explaining Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-499002303994646326?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/499002303994646326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=499002303994646326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/499002303994646326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/499002303994646326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-through-centuries-many-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305570747653739314.post-4732194189042256536</id><published>2009-02-02T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:27:24.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't quite feel like myself lately. I do things which I usually don't. I stopped doing things which I usually do. I should re-phrase this. After the day I got my result back, I did things which I usually don't and I stopped doing things I usually did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish that I was still studying in CHEC where I get to see my buddies everyday. They helped me laugh a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A few days back, this thing happened. Ting &amp;amp; I talked things out. I told her that I had always been waiting for her to tell me what she wanted cause I felt that she was hiding something. She said the same to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love my pals.  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305570747653739314-4732194189042256536?l=the-re.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/feeds/4732194189042256536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305570747653739314&amp;postID=4732194189042256536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4732194189042256536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305570747653739314/posts/default/4732194189042256536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-re.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-quite-feel-like-myself-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>The-Re</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03012921723687198067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wkUOtEaET58/R2jyfObyB2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kc-WfF-hVdQ/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
