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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if in order to gain something,&lt;br /&gt;one must lose something&lt;br /&gt;what happens when one loses everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he gain everything in return or nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is so beautiful yet twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what would happen from here onwards...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-478055548827592840?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/478055548827592840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=478055548827592840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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far,&lt;br /&gt;the best&lt;br /&gt;almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;but could have been better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball went to the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated dw's b'day at Rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is the day,&lt;br /&gt;whilst 11th marks the end&lt;br /&gt;as well as (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a religious person,&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;in such times,&lt;br /&gt;God, look out for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3852713757232239568?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3852713757232239568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3852713757232239568' title='0 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I'm everything that he's not,&lt;br /&gt;then I am sure of this,&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8763707189395166693?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8763707189395166693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8763707189395166693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8763707189395166693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8763707189395166693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4895112061536934470</id><published>2008-12-29T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:33:10.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 of Dec had fun&lt;div&gt;29 of Dec mood spoilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4895112061536934470?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4895112061536934470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4895112061536934470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4895112061536934470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4895112061536934470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/28-of-dec-had-fun-29-of-dec-mood-spoilt.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-89713213725141400</id><published>2008-12-20T01:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:54:56.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>babies,&lt;br /&gt;animals,&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;friends,&lt;br /&gt;and family&lt;br /&gt;i love all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i just can't help it&lt;br /&gt;but to feel some how&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean who would have cared&lt;br /&gt;if i lived or died?&lt;br /&gt;would anyone remember me?&lt;br /&gt;or would i be washed away&lt;br /&gt;like waves washing drawings upon the sands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sip pass you through the passage of time&lt;br /&gt;into lost memory lane&lt;br /&gt;like sand through fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;br /&gt;is how insignificant i am&lt;br /&gt;like a droplet in the vast ocean&lt;br /&gt;a grain on the beach&lt;br /&gt;and a little whisper in the winds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-89713213725141400?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3647170973007331968</id><published>2008-12-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:13:57.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>such imba-ness&lt;br /&gt;it blows mind,&lt;br /&gt;literally&lt;br /&gt;for I would willingly die&lt;br /&gt;for such imba-ness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3647170973007331968?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3647170973007331968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3647170973007331968' title='0 Comments'/><link 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me,&lt;br /&gt;everything...&lt;br /&gt;and i will learn them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a better me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7725399229116504488?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7725399229116504488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7725399229116504488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7725399229116504488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7725399229116504488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-doesnt-matter-what-it-is-just-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2640865145752868963</id><published>2008-12-07T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:06:03.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teach me.&lt;br /&gt;and I'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the huantings&lt;br /&gt;they just wouldn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2640865145752868963?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-5530084062463491644</id><published>2008-12-01T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:41:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for a reason&lt;br /&gt;i hate...&lt;br /&gt;whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it huants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5530084062463491644?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5530084062463491644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=5530084062463491644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5530084062463491644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5530084062463491644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-5149030758714792162</id><published>2008-11-24T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:59:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously,&lt;br /&gt;convince me just one of these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are born with a decent IQ level&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you do not lack a brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;if you fail to convince me that you are either 1 or 2,&lt;br /&gt;at least convince me of a 3...&lt;br /&gt;that is...&lt;br /&gt;you have something to&lt;br /&gt;make up for the lack of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just die already?!&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5149030758714792162?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5149030758714792162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=5149030758714792162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5149030758714792162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5149030758714792162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously-convince-me-just-one-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2740733611490742182</id><published>2008-11-22T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:25:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wit is, what I presume to be somthing in-born.&lt;br /&gt;yet, it is obvious that you lack it.&lt;br /&gt;why don't for a change,&lt;br /&gt;use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;did God short changed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;beg your pardon, my bad...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2740733611490742182?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2740733611490742182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2740733611490742182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2740733611490742182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuckit!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8876638833902441086?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8876638833902441086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8876638833902441086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8876638833902441086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8876638833902441086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/familiarity.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4046439201361505494</id><published>2008-11-15T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:03:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你不会用脑想啊?！&lt;br /&gt;right!&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to surprise you...&lt;br /&gt;thats all...&lt;br /&gt;you wanted flowers so badly,&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right and last year's birthday&lt;br /&gt;was a disaster&lt;br /&gt;and same as this year will be&lt;br /&gt;just because you want flowers&lt;br /&gt;i try to surprise you&lt;br /&gt;to give it to you&lt;br /&gt;coz you have been hinting to people&lt;br /&gt;here and there&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone knows that you want flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait!&lt;br /&gt;because its my fault&lt;br /&gt;that your parents don't allow you to have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and these flowers&lt;br /&gt;they will suspect&lt;br /&gt;no they will know!&lt;br /&gt;coz this flowers speaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;i am brainless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i am going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FREAKING&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever regret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! sorry!&lt;br /&gt;i will be the one regretting&lt;br /&gt;coz you are never wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4046439201361505494?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-317571668190310602</id><published>2008-11-14T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:01:31.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow,&lt;br /&gt;this familiarity&lt;br /&gt;is not welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-317571668190310602?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/317571668190310602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=317571668190310602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/317571668190310602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/317571668190310602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/somehow-this-familiarity-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-556113368468611018</id><published>2008-11-10T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:13:20.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pathetic loser&lt;br /&gt;scum of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-556113368468611018?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/556113368468611018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=556113368468611018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/556113368468611018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/556113368468611018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/pathetic-loser-sum-of-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6364641809625479485</id><published>2008-11-08T06:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:39:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk</title><content type='html'>there was 1,&lt;br /&gt;then there was 2...&lt;br /&gt;almost lost it.&lt;br /&gt;phew~(¿)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went Phuture.&lt;br /&gt;music was good&lt;br /&gt;there was puking (not us)&lt;br /&gt;despos disgust me&lt;br /&gt;almost puke&lt;br /&gt;thanks to some fuglies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks (sips of...):&lt;br /&gt;- whisky dry, &lt;u&gt;okayy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- orange and lime vodka, &lt;u&gt;juice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- red bull vodka, &lt;u&gt;red bull&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beer, &lt;u&gt;still okay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tequila shot, &lt;u&gt;no comments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(felt like i drank it the wrong way)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so no comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall...&lt;br /&gt;being me,&lt;br /&gt;killed the gang's fun&lt;br /&gt;sorry man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;despos should just die off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-6364641809625479485?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6364641809625479485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6364641809625479485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6364641809625479485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6364641809625479485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-was-1-then-there-was-2.html' title='zouk'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6887047234771308380</id><published>2008-11-06T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:13:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.5.&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;540.&lt;br /&gt;12 960.&lt;br /&gt;777 600&lt;br /&gt;46 656 000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just numbers?&lt;br /&gt;ain't no just numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still so pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-6887047234771308380?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6887047234771308380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>misses...&lt;br /&gt;all misses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3829941745083224248?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3829941745083224248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3829941745083224248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3829941745083224248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3829941745083224248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/misses.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-124408490213076689</id><published>2008-10-30T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:25:56.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>needs a couple of &lt;em&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-124408490213076689?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/124408490213076689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-825384065012399668</id><published>2008-10-28T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:40:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this feelin' like no other&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;just gotta live with it&lt;/s&gt;&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/19238215-825384065012399668?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/825384065012399668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;really very wrong...&lt;br /&gt;and its me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4850066597092529434?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4850066597092529434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4850066597092529434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4850066597092529434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4850066597092529434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3480370103832671895</id><published>2008-10-10T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:58:31.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever make it?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3480370103832671895?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3480370103832671895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3480370103832671895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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timetable get any better?&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i am going to live with this&lt;br /&gt;happy or not,&lt;br /&gt;i need to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a 5 hours break on Tuesdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;i suppose the school&lt;br /&gt;expect us to take 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;to travel from one class room to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are getting smarter as time passes by&lt;br /&gt;with SP students having to walk &lt;strong&gt;19 blocks&lt;/strong&gt; within &lt;strong&gt;ZERO mins, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or probably seconds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to us having to walk &lt;strong&gt;5 hrs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;from one classroom to another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not a total insult to us?&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;br /&gt;and to think that&lt;br /&gt;they were supposed to possess higher capabilities&lt;br /&gt;thats why they are the teachers&lt;br /&gt;or at least the ones in charge of our education&lt;br /&gt;and we are the students&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;it seems like it doesn't make much difference does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;i should eat my meals grain by grain on Tuesdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the depths of human stupidity&lt;br /&gt;can never fail to astound me...&lt;br /&gt;especially that of arrogant adults....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3891127900345523638?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3891127900345523638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3891127900345523638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how and why is it that whenever the god damned Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change their president,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not time for us, the world to not rely on the Americans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1081475573543708842?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1081475573543708842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1081475573543708842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1081475573543708842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1081475573543708842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/10/1997-world-hit-world-financial-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3499535325212699186</id><published>2008-10-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:05:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same o'l me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3499535325212699186?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3499535325212699186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3499535325212699186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3499535325212699186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3499535325212699186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-333420070360199566</id><published>2008-10-02T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:22:36.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;discussion &lt;/s&gt;disgustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43-61...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The density in that head of yours is heavier than that of lead,&lt;br /&gt;and never has it ever fail to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-333420070360199566?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4461317729299007360</id><published>2008-10-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:23:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>totally disgusted today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no it has nothing to do with the money I've spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am wishing I do not have to send out an e-mail I've prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if I have to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4461317729299007360?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4461317729299007360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-5399792769294270079</id><published>2008-09-30T04:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T04:53:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>William Shakespear: "To be or not to be is the question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sometime and I still couldn't make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time shall judge and decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things remains, perhaps I should just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Don't you think that you have made too many life mistakes, walked the wrong path, turned the wrong turn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:"I don't know...I mean I am happy with the life I lead now (right?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mistake I am, what more is right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got just too many regrets that I give up trying to correct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more I try to correct the more it backfires"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is only one thing I know which I've done right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is you (guys)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You (guys) are enough to allow time-out in life, and live true to being happy with my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though I know that my future ahead is naught and I'll need more than effort to construct"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you (guys)..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5399792769294270079?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5399792769294270079/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7333761286475027502</id><published>2008-09-23T16:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:50:29.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Stupid people should have to wear signs that just say, "I'm Stupid". That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You wouldn't ask them anything. It would be like, "Excuse me...oops, never mind. I didn't see your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's like before my wife and I moved. Our house was full of boxes and there was a U-Haul truck in our driveway. My friend comes over and says "Hey, you moving?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. We just pack our stuff up once or twice a week to see how many boxes it takes. Here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I went fishing with a buddy of mine, we pulled his boat into the dock, I lifted up this big 'ol stringer of bass and this idiot on the dock goes, "Hey, y'all catch all them fish?" "No - We talked 'em into giving up. Here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching one of those animal shows on the Discovery Channel. There was a guy inventing a shark bite suit. And there's only one way to test it. "Alright Jimmy, you got that shark suit on, it looks good... They want you to jump into this pool of sharks, and you tell us if it hurts when they bite you." "Well, all right, but hold my sign. I don't wanna lose it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had a flat tire, I pulled my truck into one of those side-of-the-road gas stations. The attendant walks out, looks at my truck, looks at me, and I SWEAR he said, "Tire go flat?" I couldn't resist. said, "Nope. I was driving around and those other three just swelled right up on me! Here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to sell our car about a year ago. A guy came over to the house and drove the car around for about 45 minutes. We get back to the house, he gets out of the car, reaches down and grabs the exhaust pipe, then says, "Darn that's hot!" See? If he'd been wearing his sign, I could have stopped him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to drive an 18 wheeler in my days of adventure. Wouldn't ya know I misjudged the height of a bridge. The truck got stuck and I couldn't get it out no matter how I tried. I radioed in for help and eventually a local cop shows up to take the report. He went through his basic questioning..ok..no problem. I thought sure he was clear of needing a sign...until he asked "So.. is your truck stuck?" I couldn't help myself! I looked at him, looked back at the rig and then back to him and said "no I'm delivering' a bridge...here's your sign."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&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=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On another occasion, I happened to bump into a friend of mine in the Gents. His greeting clearly shows that he had either lost his sign or have not gotten it. He was going like in a surprised tone "Hey! Watca doing here man?" I looked around, pointed at the nearest cubical and replied "Oh nothing much, had a nap and *wipes the side of my mouth* just finished my lunch in there...here ya go, your sign."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&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="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once on board a train there was a lady who happened to recognize her friend from afar, and apparently she needs a sign as well. She went straight up to her friend and went "Hey! You on the same train too?" As a bystander I was so tempted to go "Oh no, I am on another train, the me here you see is just your imagination...here's your sign."&lt;/span&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/19238215-7333761286475027502?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7333761286475027502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7333761286475027502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7333761286475027502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7333761286475027502'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-9133020254146150633</id><published>2008-09-21T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:42:48.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its time for me to get the God Damned Book titled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Getting Over Inferiority and Becoming Somebody for Fucking Fucked Ass Dummies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean they should just produce such books instead of some loser books such as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sex for Dummies" or better still, "Camel Sex for Dummies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I highly doubt the latter has ever been published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are a couple pictures of entertainment for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248506013283234146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/SNZwaUs_sWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dpx6VayLzhw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248506015951921874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/SNZwaepQotI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sil1VHToXbc/s320/Camel+sex.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I was going through some blogs and noticed ck's blog says that Mac pawns PC/Windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was reminded of something,&lt;/p&gt;Here goes, its for you, CK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248515669403955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 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title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7263623036762705479</id><published>2008-08-31T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:40:05.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wishlist to be finished by end of October 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;iPhone 3G 16GB Black.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact Lenses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;New berms from Marc&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;New shirts&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope that I can strike them off asap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1952380421440991480</id><published>2008-08-07T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:36:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Guru Pitak says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- asic&lt;br /&gt;I- nstructions&lt;br /&gt;B- efore&lt;br /&gt;L- eaving&lt;br /&gt;E- arth ™ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;damn it rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1952380421440991480?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6164901628328984847</id><published>2008-08-06T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:50:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wishlist to put up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laopo and I to be happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vitamin M more! (must work lor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPhone 3G 16GB!!! (abit ex, can only consider for now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact Lens! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More berms and jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends to be happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually, 4-6 can get it really soon as long as my baobei let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-6164901628328984847?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6164901628328984847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6164901628328984847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3602112265467138520</id><published>2008-07-20T00:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:19:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;They had shared everything.&lt;br /&gt;They had talked about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had kept no secrets from each other,&lt;br /&gt;except that the little old woman had a shoebox at the top of her closet&lt;br /&gt;of which that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of these years,&lt;br /&gt;he had never thought about the box,&lt;br /&gt;but one day the little old woman got very sick&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor said she would not recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to sort out their affairs,&lt;br /&gt;the little old man took down the shoebox&lt;br /&gt;and took it to his wife's bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed that it was time&lt;br /&gt;time for him to know what was in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened it,&lt;br /&gt;he found two handmade doilies&lt;br /&gt;and a stack of money totaling $100,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her about the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we were to be married," she said,&lt;br /&gt;"my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue."&lt;br /&gt;"She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and make a doily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears.&lt;br /&gt;Only two precious doilies were in the box.&lt;br /&gt;"She had only been angry with me two times in all those years",&lt;br /&gt;he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He almost burst with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," he said,&lt;br /&gt;"that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where did it come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Closing her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;She said, "That's the money I made from selling the doilies, when I forgave you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damnfuck.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don'tijusthatemyself.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wishingmyselfdead.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right, and for losers out there, BEAT THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phua Chu Kang was asked to make a sentence using&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he came up with......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run until I fall 6 and throw out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a 9 and try to stab him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 God he run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I call my boss and say I am 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also ask me to climb a 3 and jump down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so nice 2 him but I dont know what he 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3602112265467138520?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/294549917104069687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/294549917104069687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7033223379588934704</id><published>2008-07-08T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:58:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my precious darling baobei dear dear baby laopo, Ho Suet Yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for being so fierce to you.&lt;br /&gt;i am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7033223379588934704?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7033223379588934704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7033223379588934704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7033223379588934704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7033223379588934704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-my-precious-darling-baobei-dear-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2102223253485237404</id><published>2008-07-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:25:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>improve.i need to improve!&lt;br /&gt;stablized. now improvise.&lt;br /&gt;only at gradual pace.&lt;br /&gt;no hurry.&lt;br /&gt;i will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is what i require.&lt;br /&gt;it is what i do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;trust me...&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have it worked out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 010200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contended. perhaps even happy.&lt;br /&gt;feeling like no other.&lt;br /&gt;bliss. blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just few more touch up here and there&lt;br /&gt;studies and ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010200&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2102223253485237404?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2102223253485237404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2102223253485237404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2102223253485237404'/><link 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still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i dream&lt;br /&gt;every passing second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't just see you in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;not just in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;not just in the water's reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in every single particle there is the world,&lt;br /&gt;i can see you&lt;br /&gt;even air particles,&lt;br /&gt;can take the shape of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do&lt;br /&gt;everything i see&lt;br /&gt;everything i think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all&lt;br /&gt;remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;yet i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-423169517725940785?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4863728098107799178</id><published>2008-06-18T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:56:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contentment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4863728098107799178?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4863728098107799178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4863728098107799178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4863728098107799178'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3941791295327255524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3941791295327255524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3941791295327255524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3941791295327255524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-9209355094591034245</id><published>2008-06-15T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:27:14.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hatred.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;past.&lt;br /&gt;present.&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-9209355094591034245?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9209355094591034245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=9209355094591034245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7484814493447613064?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7484814493447613064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7484814493447613064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7484814493447613064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7484814493447613064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/06/thankyou.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3973072274218376000</id><published>2008-06-04T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:36:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>onlygodknowswhathappened.&lt;br /&gt;youcanhateme&lt;br /&gt;ihavetoendureyourhatred&lt;br /&gt;youhatemelikeeveryoneelse&lt;br /&gt;whydidyousayyoulovemeinthefirstplace&lt;br /&gt;younevereverlovedmetobeginwithright&lt;br /&gt;ifnot&lt;br /&gt;thenwhycanyousayyouhatemesoeasily&lt;br /&gt;isayihateyou&lt;br /&gt;istatedthatitsonlybecauseiloveyou&lt;br /&gt;andyoutellmeyouarewithanotherguyalready&lt;br /&gt;youtellmethatyouhateme&lt;br /&gt;everythingismyFUCKINGfault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3973072274218376000?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3973072274218376000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3973072274218376000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3973072274218376000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3973072274218376000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/06/onlygodknowswhathappened.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7908438872766267355</id><published>2008-06-03T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:36:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said that you failed to change me,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you tried too hard.&lt;br /&gt;many times i asked,&lt;br /&gt;have you tried to accept me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i accept those who do not accept me?&lt;br /&gt;why should i be nice when they are so sickeningly disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i seem to enjoy hatred and spite,&lt;br /&gt;but this is what they showered upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be nice when they are not.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be everything i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be what everyone wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying to be who i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you all cannot accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;then all the more you would not accept me for who i pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pain and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its the selfish me complaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;who am i to complain that i'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;when i dun even know what is the meaning of lonely&lt;br /&gt;because when described,&lt;br /&gt;its what i'm going through everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i understand.&lt;br /&gt;understand wht you mean when you say you are lonely&lt;br /&gt;and all the more,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate them because they breed the seed of it in me.&lt;br /&gt;you rip what you sow,&lt;br /&gt;all of you sow the seed of hatred in me,&lt;br /&gt;so don't fucking complain!&lt;br /&gt;motherpussyfuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate you,&lt;br /&gt;is only because i love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7908438872766267355?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7908438872766267355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7908438872766267355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7908438872766267355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;hope it works out just fine&lt;br /&gt;hatred delivered to the world.&lt;br /&gt;its me alone against the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;just bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2561335218625798565?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2561335218625798565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2561335218625798565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2561335218625798565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2561335218625798565'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;Is not special,&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody does not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;It is important,&lt;br /&gt;Because without Death,&lt;br /&gt;There willl be no Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Death,&lt;br /&gt;We are all dead from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;Death is not special,&lt;br /&gt;But important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;We all live to die,&lt;br /&gt;And die to live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8441323875075461796?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8441323875075461796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Deliverence.&lt;br /&gt;Redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1643267283716514971?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1643267283716514971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1643267283716514971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1643267283716514971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1643267283716514971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every failure in life,&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so painful?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we simply just afraid of others?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we being affected by others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is break up such a great deal?&lt;br /&gt;Or isit because we are afraid of how others look at us&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just being affected by others' gossips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is death such a painful thing?&lt;br /&gt;Or isit because we are affected by others?&lt;br /&gt;When they say death is scary.&lt;br /&gt;Or isit because we are afraid of losing everything we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably we care too much about how others see us.&lt;br /&gt;We probably think that,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever everyone is doing MUST be right and correct.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever nobody has done MUST be wrong and incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;This is why we make similar mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the same,&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;Generally, we commit the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must everyone be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is the same,&lt;br /&gt;How interesting life will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be really different,&lt;br /&gt;but at least,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my own mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Make my own learning&lt;br /&gt;Create my own life&lt;br /&gt;And not living the life of somebody else's life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5254532386864367169?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5254532386864367169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-733828169583612010</id><published>2008-05-14T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:50:11.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uts_PvFO9R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uts_PvFO9R/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears&lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal&lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing these scars&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VvrGSVUr5K/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VvrGSVUr5K/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the Chocolate Starfish!&lt;br /&gt;And the Hotdog Flavored Water&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Check, one, two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up, listen up!&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucked up world&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up place&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's judged by their fucked up face&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up dreams&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up life&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up kid&lt;br /&gt;With a fucked up knife&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up moms&lt;br /&gt;And fucked up dads&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucked up a cop&lt;br /&gt;With a fucked up badge&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up job&lt;br /&gt;With fucked up pay&lt;br /&gt;And a fucked up boss&lt;br /&gt;Is a fucked up pain&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up press&lt;br /&gt;And fucked up lies&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lethal's in the back&lt;br /&gt;With the fact of the fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it's on&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck"&lt;br /&gt;Fuck's just a word&lt;br /&gt;And it's all fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Like a fucked up punk&lt;br /&gt;With a fucked up mouth&lt;br /&gt;A nine inch nail&lt;br /&gt;I'll get knocked the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up aids&lt;br /&gt;From fucked up sex&lt;br /&gt;Fake ass titties&lt;br /&gt;On a fucked up chest&lt;br /&gt;We're all fucked up&lt;br /&gt;So whatcha wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;We fucked up me&lt;br /&gt;And fucked up you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me like an animal&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to burn me on the inside&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that I'm a perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;Just know that nothing you do&lt;br /&gt;Will bring you closer to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up bitch&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up sore with a fucked up stitch&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up head&lt;br /&gt;Is a fucked up shame&lt;br /&gt;Swinging on my nuts&lt;br /&gt;Is a fucked up game&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind&lt;br /&gt;It's real fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Like a fucked up crime&lt;br /&gt;If I say "Fuck", two more times&lt;br /&gt;That's forty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it's on&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me like an animal&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to burn me on the inside&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that I'm a perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;Just know that nothing you do&lt;br /&gt;Will bring you closer to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooo Haaa Haaaw!&lt;br /&gt;Listen up baby&lt;br /&gt;You.. can't.. bring.. me.. (bring me).. down&lt;br /&gt;I.. don't.. think.. so&lt;br /&gt;I don't want some&lt;br /&gt;You.. better.. check.. your.. (check it).. self&lt;br /&gt;Before.. you.. wreck.. your.. self&lt;br /&gt;Kiss.. my.. star.. fish&lt;br /&gt;My.. choco.. late.. Starfish.. punk&lt;br /&gt;Kiss.. my.. star.. fish&lt;br /&gt;My.. choco.. late.. Starfish.. punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fuck me like an animal&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to burn me on the inside&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that I'm a perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;Just know that nothing you do&lt;br /&gt;Will bring you closer to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-733828169583612010?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/733828169583612010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=733828169583612010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/733828169583612010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/733828169583612010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/closed-off-from-love-i-didnt-need-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1595031385340728626</id><published>2008-05-09T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:36:56.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VR_KDAN0rL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VR_KDAN0rL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;br /&gt;We sign our cards and letters BFF&lt;br /&gt;You've got a million ways to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You're lookin' out for me; you've got my back&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to have you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the secrets I could never tell&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm quiet you break through my shell&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 1]&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;br /&gt;You don't get angry when I change the plans&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you're never out of second chances and&lt;br /&gt;Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky that I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2]&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;True friends will go to the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Till they find the things you need&lt;br /&gt;Friends hang on through the ups and the downs&lt;br /&gt;Cause they've got someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 3]&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to pretend&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;A true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're here till the end(till the end)&lt;br /&gt;(Your here till the end)&lt;br /&gt;You pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;When something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;br /&gt;You're a true friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1595031385340728626?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1595031385340728626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1595031385340728626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1595031385340728626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1595031385340728626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-lyrics-true-friend-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7355781829031900801</id><published>2008-05-06T17:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:02:22.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st year!&lt;br /&gt;12th month!&lt;br /&gt;48th weeks (taking 4 weeks to a month)&lt;br /&gt;357th day. (leap year!)&lt;br /&gt;8568th hour. (24hrs per day, 357 days this year)&lt;br /&gt;514080 mins (the above with 60 mins per hour)&lt;br /&gt;30844800 seconds (with the above, by 60 seconds per min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(please kindly refer to your right hand side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOR MY BELOVED DARLING BAOBEI BABY CUTE CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Le 1st Cuppycake Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVWzZ_lZKTU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVWzZ_lZKTU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the real deal people!&lt;br /&gt;Amy is a year younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets be damned ashamed and admit it.&lt;br /&gt;i was god-knows-doing-what back then...&lt;br /&gt;notice the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the lyrics which i bet lesser than a handful of you know...&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; make up the short version that was first uploaded&lt;br /&gt;to the internet in August of 1996.&lt;br /&gt;Amy sings the lyrics in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; as well in the complete version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum&lt;br /&gt;Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie&lt;br /&gt;You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop&lt;br /&gt;Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I love you so and I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;And I love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you are so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7355781829031900801?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7355781829031900801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7355781829031900801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;excitment unable to contain.&lt;br /&gt;what holds within the future&lt;br /&gt;is beyond our reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bbdbblp.&lt;br /&gt;wszdhand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5674730036581697047?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5674730036581697047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=5674730036581697047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5674730036581697047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5674730036581697047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/05/count-up-1129-count-down-2.html' title='counting.'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2140171193325466267</id><published>2008-05-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:04:05.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;work has not been any fun as compared to when first joined as a bear builder.&lt;br /&gt;sian, bored.&lt;br /&gt;though the kids are kindda cute.&lt;br /&gt;ytd bought some limited edition casio watch for my laopo.&lt;br /&gt;some SHE de watch&lt;br /&gt;dunno what watch though, but has Selina's signature upon it.&lt;br /&gt;costs about 153.&lt;br /&gt;kindda mid price, i think its not very ex.&lt;br /&gt;hope she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;coz she just smsed me say wanna break and the blah blah stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;god knows whats on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;working for more money.&lt;br /&gt;life is sickening sucky sian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2140171193325466267?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2140171193325466267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2140171193325466267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is while one is awake.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, is when one is asleep&lt;br /&gt;Dreams end as one awakes,&lt;br /&gt;yet nightmares continue to huant despite being awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a form of remedy&lt;br /&gt;Living in this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;remedy has no cure as I've frogotten how to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason,&lt;br /&gt;of which I still walk upon the surface of this world&lt;br /&gt;is you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8806618336035968629?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8806618336035968629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8806618336035968629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Don't you know how much i love you?&lt;/s&gt;&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/19238215-4628433286860666260?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4628433286860666260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4628433286860666260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4628433286860666260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4628433286860666260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are born to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will actually care for you more than themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Opinion, this is what I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you study because you have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;or in other words; for basic survival.&lt;br /&gt;the society today,&lt;br /&gt;education and knowledge is like the only way you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bother to meet up with your friends because they are those you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question of what you want in life, only you yourself know, its YOUR life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you live for you ask,&lt;br /&gt;if you know what you want in life,&lt;br /&gt;it would be for that thing you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;or otherwise, it would be because you just don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do not know,&lt;br /&gt;its okay,&lt;br /&gt;because you don't really need to know,&lt;br /&gt;for even if you know,&lt;br /&gt;you will lose them upon death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are indeed born selfish,&lt;br /&gt;we are animals,&lt;br /&gt;survival insticts live within us,&lt;br /&gt;in this world,&lt;br /&gt;its kill or be killed,&lt;br /&gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;we are selfish because we do not want to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would actually care bout other more than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;how bout yourself?&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone you care for more than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;if you do,&lt;br /&gt;THAT is the person who would care for you more than him or herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often questions lead to more questions,&lt;br /&gt;and more question leads to more questions.&lt;br /&gt;its endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;its just my opinion though....hope it helps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-66090371310484049?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/66090371310484049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=66090371310484049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/66090371310484049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/66090371310484049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-goes-out-to-garry-teo-chongyee-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6668822412900122182</id><published>2008-04-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:10:36.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing in Life that remains unchanged is Change itself.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone were to put any decent thinking into it, it basically makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Because Change itself is constantly changing, therefore it is not impossible to change it.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, there is no need to change it.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the only thing which remains unchanged is Change itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered my Life objective.&lt;br /&gt;Going through PIE lesson, a guy from another class states that his goal is to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Yea right! Its meant to be some lame joke some may see.&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that everyone live for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem as if I'm exaggerating things.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is true that everyone live to survive.&lt;br /&gt;One may cliam to be not afraid of death,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, one who experience close brushes with death would always reconsider again.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, in that split second, he would be scared shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving...&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I've found my existence,&lt;br /&gt;At least I THINK I know why I am trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to not be of hinderance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told.&lt;br /&gt;"You never know how it feels to be looked down upon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True, I never know how it feels to be looks down upon."&lt;br /&gt;"Because, all my life, I've not been looked down upon, but stepped on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, words can hurt much more that one can do to another physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence may be golden,&lt;br /&gt;but there are much too many things gold can't buy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-6668822412900122182?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6668822412900122182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6668822412900122182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6668822412900122182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6668822412900122182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-thing-in-life-that-remains.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-128389166626590487</id><published>2008-04-22T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:26:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upon the diamondic veil of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered and I wandered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my existence to you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I even exist in the world of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wandering Wonderer&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;A Wondering Wanderer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;*fragmentated*&lt;/s&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/19238215-128389166626590487?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/128389166626590487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=128389166626590487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/128389166626590487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/128389166626590487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/upon-diamondic-veil-of-darkness-i-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-9109135899846605419</id><published>2008-04-21T00:28:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:26:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no Lost Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Am not but a Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Shephard&lt;br /&gt;Lost Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;Who is thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;Lost Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is he?&lt;br /&gt;Where is thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;Lost Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he?&lt;br /&gt;What is thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lost Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Damned Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;Lost Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Shephard Lost His Lost Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;His Lost Lamb Lost The Lost Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.o.s.t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Life is basically the Lost Lamb,&lt;br /&gt;led by the Lost Shephard, me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the only reason.&lt;br /&gt;that both's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-9109135899846605419?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9109135899846605419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=9109135899846605419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/9109135899846605419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/9109135899846605419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-no-lost-lamb-am-not-but-lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1661296498046967221</id><published>2008-04-02T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:59:08.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks&lt;br /&gt;result sucks&lt;br /&gt;love sucks&lt;br /&gt;what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;do i continue or give up.&lt;br /&gt;even bball sucks...&lt;br /&gt;a sucker's life really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From Where'd You Go by Fort Minor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit,&lt;br /&gt;and just be normal for a bit,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lead a normal life, with you, my friends, ball and work.&lt;br /&gt;whats so difficult?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1661296498046967221?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1661296498046967221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1661296498046967221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1661296498046967221'/><link rel='self' 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past is blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但过去的几年，我想，它也只是一场十分烂的十几年长的戏。&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, its what we would say its not worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悔也吞没了整部戏，喜乐也只是瞬间的那刹那。&lt;br /&gt;Regrets engulf my whole past, though happiness is short lived within them, regrets still overwhelm all of these minor happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人类永远都不自足，自足对于人类也从不存在。&lt;br /&gt;Humans, enough is never enough. More like the word enough does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的生活真的很乱很乱。&lt;br /&gt;My life is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我毕竟是幸福的。 因为有你。&lt;br /&gt;Despite so, I've my fair share of happiness. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然说是不能放弃，但我已对人生，与人类感到很厌倦。&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is, its always not to give up. But man, am I sick of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生，人参。人参吃了就变堆屎，人生过了人也只不过是屎。&lt;br /&gt;Life is just like ginseng, shitty as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来时一无所有，路途有失有得，去时带不走。&lt;br /&gt;Since we come not with anything, and in the course of our lives, we win we lose, but whatever we win we carry not to our graves, even if we were to carry them to our graves, we carry them not to our next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生，只不过是一个路程，无论我们怎么走，最终的终点却是原点，原点也是终点。我们活着是为了死，死为了证明我们曾经是活着的。&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a journey on which everyone of us embarks upon with no choice, nor questions. We just have to carry on walking it, and no matter how, we will finish at the same destination, matters not who you are, nor your status or accomplishments, death does not wait at the end of this journey, but death itself marks the end of our journey. Theorized as, all living beings will die someday; we start off by living, but we live only to die, and die only to proof that we were once alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了制造自己是完美的幻觉，就得先制造一个不完美的东西，以它相比，制造者很自然的成了完美。&lt;br /&gt;To delusion one to be perfect, one has to create something imperfect. In comparison, with his creation, he would naturally be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像上帝创造了人类，因为我们人类不是完美，所以认为上帝是完美的。&lt;br /&gt;Like God who created us, we are imperfect, therefore, delusion God as being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为这样，所以人类发明了机器(人)这样一来，人类也就能成了机器(人)的上帝。&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, homosapians created robots and machines so that they can be their "God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但如果上帝是多么的完美，就算他要创造一个不完美的东西是不可能的，因为他台完美了，无法创造不完美的东西。这世界却没有一样东西是完美!&lt;br /&gt;If God is ever so perfect, then he would not have created us, Imperfections, because, no matter how he tries, he is too perfect, he can't make any mistakes even if he wants to. However, there is nothing in this world he created is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果上帝是多么的完美，他就无法创造不完美的东西，也就是说，他就因为如此不完美了。&lt;br /&gt;And if that is the case, then, he is not perfect either, because he cannot be imperfect even though he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;艺术。艺术品也不每一个都完美，而且大数被欣赏的东西，往往都是一些不这么完美的东西，比如罗马竞技场或是比萨斜塔。那么为何人类一直追求完美?&lt;br /&gt;Arts. They are mostly imperfects. Colosseum in Rome aka Ruins of Rome. Leaning Tower of Pisa. They are rather imperfect, or they are in a not perfect condition, should I assume so? So, why is everyone striving so hard to be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人真是可耻，可笑，真笨。如果有上帝，我们也就是他的棋子，他的娱乐。&lt;br /&gt;Humanity, mankind is pure pathetic. If there were God, we are just his pawns in his game of chess. Merely his entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想做自己，但我却不知道自己是谁，是甚么。除了在这儿等死，我为何在这里，我也不知道。就等死吧!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be who I am. To be what I am. I just want to be I. But how can I when I do not even know who or what am I? Why am I here? All I know is to await death as I walk this journey of Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2804314393129515704?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2804314393129515704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2804314393129515704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2804314393129515704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2804314393129515704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonight-insomnia-have-consumed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1729313860084130828</id><published>2008-03-23T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:38:47.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world's only true love is: 不要坐在桌子上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No job. Its not as if I did not look for it and stayed at home and brood over it saying that I'm unemployed. Jobless. I did go look for them. But none called. Who do I blame now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself for being incompetent or for them who do not hire me? Or, to the one high up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rely too much finanically on my parents, but what can I do when I have no job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I did look for job, fine, I'm lying because its jobS that I looked and applied for, for none hired me. When with "S", I mean not just 2-4 jobs, but more than 5 different companies. None hired me though 1 DID asked me to go for an interview, no reply since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do? How, if no job am I going to "feed" my hunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiix. What am I to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1729313860084130828?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1729313860084130828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1729313860084130828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1729313860084130828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1729313860084130828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/03/worlds-only-true-love-is-no-job.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7643013090100734549</id><published>2008-03-15T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:41:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Janus Mycroft De Vii Le Death-and-God Slayer,&lt;br /&gt;code name WuRzVii 0o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janus is the god of gates, in Greek mythology,&lt;br /&gt;he belongs neither to the past, the present, nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;he can travel through time, or some says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mycroft is the elder brother, but lazier, of Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WuRzVii, is actually WuRz7, B-3128 of Full-Metal Panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined, i am on new person, Janus Mycroft De Vii Le Death-and-God Slayer .&lt;br /&gt;Code Name: WuRzVii 0o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love death and blood shed. but am peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;i belong not to this world nor any other&lt;br /&gt;my existence is foul, and am just god's pawn in his game of chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate not God, but love him not&lt;br /&gt;does not worship Satan, neither do i shun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all in all a death and god slayer&lt;br /&gt;many will find this offensive,&lt;br /&gt;but too bad,&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog, my say,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like it,&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world governed by human is pathetic&lt;br /&gt;but the world is of human-society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a pathetic human-scum myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existed on the 5th of Aug&lt;br /&gt;exterminated and erased of it on the same day&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;its just that most of us confuse reality with fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no angel nor devil,&lt;br /&gt;loved not by God,&lt;br /&gt;neither am i unloved,&lt;br /&gt;Satan nest in us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am non-Christian,&lt;br /&gt;neither am i religious.&lt;br /&gt;i am free, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;hatred spawn love,&lt;br /&gt;like how love spawn hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions are redundant&lt;br /&gt;for they spawn stupidity mankind reflects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am neither in the dark nor am i in light&lt;br /&gt;my home is in the greyness of everything&lt;br /&gt;shadows casted between light and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i am i&lt;br /&gt;i am me&lt;br /&gt;i am myself.&lt;br /&gt;i am JANUS MYCROFT DE VII.aka.WuRzVii.Death-and-God Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-th(is)me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2780582655152836776</id><published>2008-02-29T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:40:28.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assuming that your left hand is controlled by your right brain, and right is by left. then if your left fist is the size of your heart, and when two fists come together is the size of your brain, therefore, if you exercise, your heart gets larger in size, so technically, you left palm would be larger in size, meaning to say your right brain maybe larger in size as compared to your left, but why is it that regardless of this theory, man do not think with their right brain, instead they think with their left, because the right hand functions more...while at almost 90%-99% of the time, humans do not use their brains at all, wonder why god gave it to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2780582655152836776?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2780582655152836776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2780582655152836776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2780582655152836776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2780582655152836776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/assuming-that-your-left-hand-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4661155116744778574</id><published>2008-02-20T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:09:43.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been thinking about it for a few days, though it may sound ridiculous but I hope js, hw, des, jm , ck, garry...would try to help if can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the favor...not sure if you guys find this agreeable or not. anyways, I would like to like set up a holiday thing for pet, got the idea from some book at the library, its about like taking care of pet for those who are too busy, wondering if anyone of you keen or not. if can, maybe we can help to care their pet during our holidays, den charge them hourly or daily rates depending. can't find anyone else, can only trust and rely on you. of coz, the money can be split equally or just collect directly from the pet owner. Like example, you care for pet A, den pet A de total cost is 70, then the 70 all go to you lo..ah bo, its like total 200 for the day, den we split equally with those working on that day, depends on which one you all prefer, but this one will confirm and brief you all if enough people agreeable. we will just take their doggies for walks, if the owners want us to take their doggies for bath or anything, we can do at the 900+ de pet shop, but owners need to pay the fees for the doggies' bath. but we will be providing the food for their doggies. really hope to get some response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, it may sound ridiculous, but i think it is not only possible and feasible, it is also proven that it will work coz other countries already have such thing le...its like baby sitting. like js mum looking after ting ting liddat. only in this case its doggies/pets. some more the timing is flexible de...totally flexible coz its self-managed. besides, working only during the holidays, if after holidays you wann oso can, but i personally find it kindda hard during sch days. look forward to your replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get some response asap. thank you bros. (please reply in tag)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4661155116744778574?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4661155116744778574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4661155116744778574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4661155116744778574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4661155116744778574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/been-thinking-about-it-for-few-days_20.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1580277801622915913</id><published>2008-02-20T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:18:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cWLjnrT__VQKkmftext"   style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;" class="secondaryColor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;歌 词: 战舞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词曲/演唱: 沈懿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;你看到我就怕&lt;br /&gt;头皮发麻&lt;br /&gt;我的求胜欲望就是那么直接了当&lt;br /&gt;你切呀!&lt;br /&gt;你过啊!&lt;br /&gt;有我快你就冲吧&lt;br /&gt;你的鸡皮疙瘩落在我的四川火锅麻辣 哈哈!&lt;br /&gt;我的快乐就是建立在你的失败之上&lt;br /&gt;你还婆婆妈妈&lt;br /&gt;球场就是战场打打杀杀&lt;br /&gt;犯罪现场各个血气方刚&lt;br /&gt;铁打的&lt;br /&gt;你挡得了吗?&lt;br /&gt;跟你玩真的 你行儿吗?&lt;br /&gt;我为骄傲而打&lt;br /&gt;我为痛快而打&lt;br /&gt;我为成功而打&lt;br /&gt;我为打败&lt;br /&gt;你而打&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他人都饱受惊吓&lt;br /&gt;我看你也一样&lt;br /&gt;下场同他们陪葬&lt;br /&gt;梦想全死翘翘&lt;br /&gt;你的亲朋好友脸上无光&lt;br /&gt;篮球生涯画上句号&lt;br /&gt;还垂死挣扎?&lt;br /&gt;来几次都给你最正确的解答&lt;br /&gt;有种的话尽管上场&lt;br /&gt;我会让你哭著回去找你妈妈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS*2&lt;br /&gt;运动 就是我的战斗&lt;br /&gt;是我的气魄&lt;br /&gt;燃烧了大夥儿熊熊战火&lt;br /&gt;让你颤抖&lt;br /&gt;胜利到手&lt;br /&gt;成王败寇&lt;br /&gt;弟兄我们往前冲&lt;br /&gt;打他个片甲不留&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;YO! BASKETBALL一定卖座&lt;br /&gt;有我不得不引起大规模轰动&lt;br /&gt;慢动作才能看清我到底能骗对手多少个假动作&lt;br /&gt;你球才刚摸&lt;br /&gt;就被我抄走&lt;br /&gt;你才刚上场&lt;br /&gt;就被教练冷冻&lt;br /&gt;训练有素的狗就是包快包狠包准杀得你屁滚尿流&lt;br /&gt;碰到我都哑口无言&lt;br /&gt;对刚那一球一头雾水&lt;br /&gt;如果你还没感到岌岌可危那么今天你们球队即将正式瓦解&lt;br /&gt;交给我 是最值得信赖歼灭你们自己的杀手&lt;br /&gt;球投 投进&lt;br /&gt;又进&lt;br /&gt;投再投&lt;br /&gt;球又投&lt;br /&gt;又进&lt;br /&gt;我的手气永无止境&lt;br /&gt;每球都神来之笔&lt;br /&gt;粉丝们都在视频搜寻我的经典画面点击&lt;br /&gt;快可快&lt;br /&gt;非常快&lt;br /&gt;快到连方向感都错乱&lt;br /&gt;活该&lt;br /&gt;掰掰理当应该练好再来太异&lt;br /&gt;想天开对付你们心目中的大&lt;br /&gt;腕儿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS*2&lt;br /&gt;运动&lt;br /&gt;就是我的战斗&lt;br /&gt;是我的气魄&lt;br /&gt;燃烧了大夥儿熊熊战火&lt;br /&gt;让你颤抖&lt;br /&gt;胜利到手&lt;br /&gt;成王败寇&lt;br /&gt;弟兄我们往前冲&lt;br /&gt;打他个片甲不留&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this is bballa, my game, my home.&lt;br /&gt;- can you feel the heat?!&lt;br /&gt;- turn it on!&lt;br /&gt;- bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;- you're in my house, in my court.&lt;br /&gt;- GET OUT!&lt;br /&gt;- GET OFF!&lt;br /&gt;- or get hurt. real bad...&lt;br /&gt;- just you try!&lt;br /&gt;- the battlefield is in the court. its mine.&lt;br /&gt;- GAME OVER for you!&lt;br /&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/19238215-1580277801622915913?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1580277801622915913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1580277801622915913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1580277801622915913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1580277801622915913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/verse-1-chorus2-verse-2-yo-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-8777024038404495609</id><published>2008-02-20T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:51:34.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;献世/一定要幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有胆挂念&lt;br /&gt;你没有心见面&lt;br /&gt;试问我可以去边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要我出现&lt;br /&gt;只怕你不便&lt;br /&gt;亦连累你丢脸&lt;br /&gt;你是我的秘密&lt;br /&gt;我是你的废物&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缺席也不算损失&lt;br /&gt;今晚你生日&lt;br /&gt;祝我有今日&lt;br /&gt;地球上快消失&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪还是留给天抚慰&lt;br /&gt;你是前度何必听我吠&lt;br /&gt;再不走&lt;br /&gt;有今生&lt;br /&gt;无下世&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是否想我&lt;br /&gt;起这个毒誓&lt;br /&gt;宁愿失恋亦不想失礼&lt;br /&gt;难道要对著你力歇声嘶&lt;br /&gt;即使不抵&lt;br /&gt;都要眼闭&lt;br /&gt;我这种身世&lt;br /&gt;有甚么资格&lt;br /&gt;献世&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我共你不够熟&lt;br /&gt;眼泪也比较俗&lt;br /&gt;也没气质对&lt;br /&gt;你哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不介意孤独&lt;br /&gt;比爱你舒服&lt;br /&gt;别离就当祝福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使不抵&lt;br /&gt;都要眼闭&lt;br /&gt;我自卑不怕&lt;br /&gt;眼泪还是留给天抚慰&lt;br /&gt;你是前度何必听我吠&lt;br /&gt;再不走&lt;br /&gt;有今生&lt;br /&gt;无下世&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是否想我&lt;br /&gt;起这个毒誓&lt;br /&gt;宁愿失恋亦不想失礼&lt;br /&gt;难道要对著你力歇声嘶&lt;br /&gt;即使不抵&lt;br /&gt;都要眼闭&lt;br /&gt;我这种身世&lt;br /&gt;有甚么资格&lt;br /&gt;献世&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我共你不够熟&lt;br /&gt;眼泪也比较俗&lt;br /&gt;也没气质对你哭&lt;br /&gt;不介意孤独&lt;br /&gt;比爱你舒服&lt;br /&gt;别离就当祝福&lt;br /&gt;有自尊只怕&lt;br /&gt;怕献世&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8777024038404495609?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8777024038404495609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8777024038404495609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8777024038404495609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8777024038404495609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6366453312333641625</id><published>2008-02-20T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:47:41.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;先生你哪位&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;动来动去&lt;br /&gt;动动方位&lt;br /&gt;有一个人在偷偷往前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽那稀奇动动方位&lt;br /&gt;匍匐前进杀出重围&lt;br /&gt;大家正在同一条心&lt;br /&gt;算计着谁下谁的队&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;往前推别后退&lt;br /&gt;今天座位优先&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为我是你的谁&lt;br /&gt;可以随便勾肩搭背&lt;br /&gt;我相信我是你的谁&lt;br /&gt;可以有经常的特权&lt;br /&gt;原来我什么都不配&lt;br /&gt;大男人我只此一位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;往前推别后退&lt;br /&gt;今天座位优先&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;怎么会&lt;br /&gt;怎么会&lt;br /&gt;不对...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;噢抱谦你没定位&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;怎么办&lt;br /&gt;怎么办&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry下次再会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在喘气有点累&lt;br /&gt;需要来一杯冰开水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信招母犹煲靡&lt;br /&gt;懔带著要送你的玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;推开身边所有败类&lt;br /&gt;往前推别后退&lt;br /&gt;真命天子就位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;看清楚&lt;br /&gt;看清楚是谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;你还要我说几遍&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;受不了&lt;br /&gt;受不了快点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry下次再会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你收下我送的玫瑰礼&lt;br /&gt;貌性看了我一眼&lt;br /&gt;身边是宝石和钻戒&lt;br /&gt;名贵的古董和项炼&lt;br /&gt;忽然间我有点晕眩&lt;br /&gt;东南西北什么方位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;往后退&lt;br /&gt;往后退&lt;br /&gt;我不是你的谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;怎么会&lt;br /&gt;怎么会不对...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;噢抱谦你没定位&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;怎么办&lt;br /&gt;怎么办&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry下次再会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大胆的刁民&lt;br /&gt;你以为你是谁&lt;br /&gt;没我的允许&lt;br /&gt;竟敢来乱把妹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(粤):没啊没啊我系正大光明低&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟你说没钱就请你旁边跪&lt;br /&gt;谁管你姓啥府上又是哪位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(粤):偶的名系吴克群碍…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;看清楚&lt;br /&gt;看清楚是谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;你还要我说几遍&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;受不了&lt;br /&gt;受不了快点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先生你哪位&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry下次再会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来宾误克群小朋友，&lt;br /&gt;请您到一楼服务台。&lt;br /&gt;来宾误克群小朋友，&lt;br /&gt;请您到一楼服务台。&lt;br /&gt;您的妈妈找您。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-6366453312333641625?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6366453312333641625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6366453312333641625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6366453312333641625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6366453312333641625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6329966845976831971</id><published>2008-02-15T23:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:43:33.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's Day, bought roses in 3 different colours, red, pink and white. Gave her a necklace and a teddy bear. Thanks hw, jm, and garry, thanks for accompanying me to get the presents. thanks jm for accompanying to go get the flowers even though so late, and your mum keep calling you to go home. Sian, den tio kan by her for gg home late coz i never tell her about the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, oso tio kan, coz wanted to surprise her by waiting for her at her block's void deck then she keep scolding me...(-_-) in school everything was pretty fine, aft lessons, went for Ah Long Pte Ltd. was quite funny...den when gg home saw my pri sch fren, is a she...so my xian xian got angry again. den quarreled, she say is not coz of my fren is coz i play psp in sch and ignore her, so i explained to her say coz when she with her fren i suddenly can windwalk liddat de, rather than nothing to do, and the noisy class, and nosy people of the class asking me i okay or not, when i slp so i decided to play ron's psp. den she say i ignore her...i returned the psp to ron, den can windwalk again....so i borrowed again and play...den she say i ignore her...aft a very long and tiring quarrel, everything settled. happys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  me and her went to orchard shaw and watched KFD coz no other timing (sian), but lucky the show wasn't that bad...dunno why people say not nice, i think not bad, though it may be a little over exaggerated on the main focus of bball - distance. had lunch at taco bell, the Quadzilla or sth liddat was nice, inside was cheese with chicken...but the skin thingy was soft but crispy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went further down to hilton hotel and blah blah blah, but got scolded for wasting time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aft that, we went to vivocity! wanted to eat marche but went in, the whole place was like a market...and fine....it did mention that its some mexcian market place alike, but we took a tour ard it...den my beloved darling said she dun feel like eating and we oso dunno how to place our order and eat so we left...abit paisei, but like her sis said de, better paisei than to waste money, coz we oso not sure how to operate the system, further more, the staffs are busy and we were tight for time. so we decided to look around for other place for our makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then by past some doughnut shop, den coz someone called out to me, den i dunno who she is, or rather i forgot, but still wave back, so my baby decided to get angry again...den we walked ard with her fuming all the while, aft awhile, she okay le, we went round the 1st floor of vivo to look for a place to makan...as we jalan jalan, we saw a french cafe kind of restaurant...dunno restaurant or cafe, but its some Fresh n French thingy...the food there was good, like high class hotel or restaurant liddat de...the frenchies probably have this kind of meal as their tea break or sth till they are sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the pretty pretty cute cute her ordered a main course of Fre(N)ch Chicken topped with diced potatoes, coupled along a glass of 2002 White Wine and dessert of The Original Cheese Cake. For me, I had Salmon, accompanied with a glass of 2002 Rose Wine, dessert-ed with an Operia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blend was like...i dunno...it was really good...like say...fucking nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine doesn't sting your taste bud like some, the main course was good, except that the Fre(N)ch Chicken stung our taste bud coz of the mustard, but the chicken and potato were nice and kindda sweet. My salmon was smoked that it tasted like salmon when you put it into your mouth, but when you bite it down it tasted like some smoked ham, only better. With the wine while eating, its really damn good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert, Original Cheese Cake was damn cheesey, best cheese cake ever, seriously....if your other half like cheese cakes, this is the best you can find, coz i've never had such cheese cake before, soft and cheesey, the base crust is rather thin, so thin that its hardly there..so it a real cheese cake, not like most places where you buy the cheese cake, the base is so thick that cheese is about only 55%-75% of the whole thing, and their cheese is not so creamy, cheesey and melty like Fresh N French's whose cheese cake is like 95% or more cheese, almost like no crust, when i ate it, i bit something semi-hard, like raisins, thought was raisins, when i looked at the cheese cake only did i discover its the cake's base crust...for cheese cake, this is the real deal man...Now, my Operia, according to the menu, its chocolate, with a dash of coffee and a double layer cake. Its small, but it really tasted very nice, the chocolate is suppose to melt in your mouth, which i found out later, and the coffee taste was not in the cake or chocolate itself, its in the word "Operia", it really is a dash of coffee and the cake is two layered with slight cream, mixed with Rose Wine, damn...you feel as if you're one big shot in some place, as if you're some superstar, you know? The taste makes you feel like you're someone rich enjoying so exquisite food in some expensive restaurant. i'll very a 4.5 to 9 anytime, depending on the scale of judgment. Of coz since i dun like mustard, which stung our taste bud its only so much, if no mustard, which i tried one a slice of the serving, coz of the chef's carelessness (luckily), i would eassily give it a 4.5 to 4.7 or a 9.5 to a 9.8 mark...as for the price, its a secret...LoLx...but bring a 50 would be just nice if you aren't too picky, if you are picky, perhaps at least a 70...but too play safe, 100 is more than enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the couple went to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for a double dessert on Valentine's Celebration. Had Brownie Speical Sundae. Tomorrow suppose to go shopping, but my beloved darling baobei cannot make it coz her mummy dun let...and also good la, since i also pok liao...now saving money for the next outing, shopping! Next makan place to try out: Carnivore, Brazilian Cafe &amp;amp; Restaurant's buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the day, i went to AMK CC to find js, jm and hw...wanted to see how they play, but i was too very late...so waited for their training to finish and headed back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for my own reference, it find the below very meaningful...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CJ7: “…we may be poor, but we don’t lie, and we don’t steal...we don't take what is not ours”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- 13 --&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ah Long Pte Ltd:"...once blood bleeds, it will continue to shed..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Kung Fu Dunk:"...since young I love to eat ice-cream, but I could never eat one, so I would do anything and fight for my ice-cream...and you're like ice-cream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my special her...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILOVEYOU!&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/19238215-6329966845976831971?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6329966845976831971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6329966845976831971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6329966845976831971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6329966845976831971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-was-valentines-day-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-1733739881069961878</id><published>2008-02-05T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:00:11.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IE has not been working properly for the past few days, though its not done yet, I still decided to go blog-surfing, noticed that hw is going to work. so ya, was wondering, it had been few months since I've been trying to find a job, but its not too far, then its more like not my type. Tried looking for teaching job, but my laopo de friend has not reported her status and the situation, though she said that she would help, until now also no news. Sadd. Anyways, been trying to to find a pet/animal-related job, since I think myself to be classified under animals, the category of mammals.  I  believe that  like that I am able to work without much complains, so anyone please help me look out for a pet/animal-related job, coz I've got slight human-issues. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my wish list has been narrowed due to the forth-coming CNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stussy White Hoodie - S$105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Berms - S$26-S$55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New Working Handphone - Still Looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spade Shoe - S$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Basketball - S$60 (Optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sony PSP - S$300 (laopo gonna kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. V. Day - S$[Still-a-BOMB]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laopo, dun angry le, I know that my IQ may be low enough to match that of an ancient reptile -the dinosaur- who once walked this earth. BUT! I'm trying very hard. To gain knowledge, one must first make mistakes, and learn. One has to fall, before one can walk. Today is the 5th of Feb, and tml is the final day of the 12th month of the Chinese lunar month, meaning to say its CNY eve, coincidently, its our 9th month together =) looking forward to tml's "Reunion Dinner" with laopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so looking forward to my family's reunion dinner since, well, my parents could be working, if they are not, then my bro and sis would just finish their dinner in 10mins tops, and head back to their game and tv respectively. So much for reunion dinner. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish v.day goes smoothly. and i get my wishlist cleared asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-1733739881069961878?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1733739881069961878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=1733739881069961878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1733739881069961878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/1733739881069961878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/02/ie-has-not-been-working-properly-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-8543676617710754054</id><published>2008-01-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:10:31.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, here goes. FUCK THE FUCKING FUCKER...nope...thats right, no "S"...just one FUCKING FUCKER to that FUCKING FUCKER...FUCK YOU! FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today went window shopping with my laopo. and when i say window shopping, its window shopping...not buying window, but just see see and no buy at all..had lunch at Hans...so here is a list with approx cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;01. &lt;u&gt;Sony PSP (x2)&lt;/u&gt; - $600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;02. &lt;u&gt;New Year's Shirt from Far East&lt;/u&gt; - $70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;03. &lt;u&gt;Berms/Jeans&lt;/u&gt; - $26-$45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;/ $40-$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;04. &lt;u&gt;Stussy White Hooded Jacket&lt;/u&gt; - $105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;05. &lt;u&gt;Samuel and Kelvin Bag&lt;/u&gt; - Not-Known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06. &lt;u&gt;New WORKING handphone&lt;/u&gt; - Still looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07. &lt;u&gt;Piano&lt;/u&gt; - [Garry, how much?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;08. &lt;u&gt;Shoe from Spade&lt;/u&gt; - $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;09. &lt;u&gt;Basketball&lt;/u&gt; - $60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;Basketball Shoe: SS2g08, Silver&lt;/u&gt; - $122&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. &lt;u&gt;V. Day&lt;/u&gt; - $BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*P.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;anyone wanna donate/sponsor for which ever item, please kindly let me know. thank you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8543676617710754054?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8543676617710754054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8543676617710754054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8543676617710754054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8543676617710754054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-5602950271499476809</id><published>2008-01-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:59:23.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIFE=Lies and Illusions For Enteral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, what the god damn hell are they? Happy, is it a feeling, or just a mere 5-letter word, H-A-P-P-Y? do i even have any fucking F-E-E-L-I-N-G? i thot i was happy these few days. it doesn't matter very much if my bball ain't good, or i'm not improving. it doesn't matter if i feed in dota...because, to me all these does not really matter, at least not to me. i know it matters to all my buds ard me and out there. nobody likes to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, we all say that, in these Lies and Illusions, we win some, we lose some. i can't say that i have my fair share of winnings, but neither do i deny that i've never won before. we just have to give and take. like money, while you earn a certain amount, someone else loses it. when ou win, someone else loses it...there can never be a win-win knd of competition. perhaps, love is the only game where the win-win situation can come in, or otherwise, its a win-lose, or lose-lose situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;win-win is when both is happy. win-lose, is when someone and only either is happy. and lose-lose, it goes without saying...both not happy. m situaton..it looks like a win-win sit.but it could be a lose-lose sit. as it it is now, it is a lose-lose sit. no matter wht i do, how i change, its just not what she wants. so finally, choice down to only a win-lose situation. should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed more than i thot i would. but i like it. to see her happy...yet then, she is never ever happy with me. who knows? i'm just so alone. i feel so alone. dunno if there is such things as feelings. cong once told me that i'm just too totally numbed, whateveri'm demanded of, i give...isn't this love? giving unconditionally? giving as long as she is happy? but, no matter how i give, she is never happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be yourself. Flowerpodders told me, to be myself. like do i even have a "self" to be? i dun care anymore. This love, life shit is fucking pissing screwing with me. The Night of the Living Undead shall be Unleashed. Show no mercy. Benevolence to the enemy is self crulity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool in love. Quitters are losers, when you lose your captial, you are a loser. Whats worse is when you not only lose your captial, you lost yourself, and still in debt, it makes you a bigger loser, or otherwise known as worse than loser. Pathetic inferior scumbag loser. Onemust knw when to quit, and i have learnt to do so. I give up and quit from this game of Enternal Lies and Illusions, known as LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;I do what I deem fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life,&lt;br /&gt;My say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I simply die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to,&lt;br /&gt;I will kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MY life,&lt;br /&gt;what I do to it is none of any of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dun like the way I handle my life,&lt;br /&gt;then too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its MY life,&lt;br /&gt;NOT YOURS,&lt;br /&gt;don't like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......&lt;br /&gt;For FUCKING'S SAKE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_l_(.^^)_l_ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;[ FUCKING FUCKERS, FUCK OFF! ]&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_l_(^^,)_l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5602950271499476809?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5602950271499476809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=5602950271499476809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5602950271499476809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/5602950271499476809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifelies-and-illusions-for-enteral.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-5832031123145118639</id><published>2008-01-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:27:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49ivqX4MKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mi7ZndCN5C8/s1600-h/Xiaobai-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156448669330321570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49ivqX4MKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Mi7ZndCN5C8/s320/Xiaobai-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Bai (Haowei)&lt;br /&gt;Gender: &lt;s&gt;Male&lt;/s&gt; (Male)&lt;br /&gt;Species: &lt;s&gt;Local&lt;/s&gt; (Singaporean)&lt;br /&gt;Colour: &lt;s&gt;White&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(White, Fair)&lt;br /&gt;Age: &lt;s&gt;10 months&lt;/s&gt; (17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Xiao Bai looks a lil’ rodent-ish, doesn’t he? He’s the brave brother who protects sister, Xiao Hei. And also the one that’s not shy to poke you for pats!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haowei looks a lil' like a butch/bung from afar. He's actually Mr Pretty Boy, handsome(est) of all. He plays the position of Shooting Guard and Forward!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49i7aX4MLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xa-LF0z-fvY/s1600-h/xiaohei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156448871193784498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49i7aX4MLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Xa-LF0z-fvY/s320/xiaohei.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Hei (JingSheng)&lt;br /&gt;Gender: &lt;s&gt;Female&lt;/s&gt; (Male)&lt;br /&gt;Species: &lt;s&gt;Local&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Singaporean)&lt;br /&gt;Colour: &lt;s&gt;Black&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Black/Slightly-Over-Tan)&lt;br /&gt;Age: &lt;s&gt;10 months&lt;/s&gt; (17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Xiao Hei is what you’d call a classic black beauty. Sweet and docile, who says a black coat is not stunning on animals?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JingSheng is what you'd call a bangalah. In reality, he is Mr Cute and Mr Nice-Guy. He plays the position of the Play-Maker a.k.a Point Guard and Forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49jdaX4MMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nZw62hzvbUk/s1600-h/yuki.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156449455309336770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/R49jdaX4MMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nZw62hzvbUk/s320/yuki.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki (Taiyi)&lt;br /&gt;Gender: &lt;s&gt;Male&lt;/s&gt; (Male)&lt;br /&gt;Species: &lt;s&gt;Local&lt;/s&gt; (Singaporean)&lt;br /&gt;Colour: &lt;s&gt;Black/White&lt;/s&gt; (Black/White, Tan)&lt;br /&gt;Age: &lt;s&gt;1 month&lt;/s&gt; (17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bunny Yuki’s a lil’ shy. Perhaps it’s because he’s so small and the world around him seems sooo big. With constant assurance through patting and cuddling, Yuki will bond extremely well with you as he grows up!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiyi is dao. Perhaps anti-social, hates human race. Everything around him seems sooo complicated and messed up. With constant assurance, Taiyi will bond if he wants to, otherwise, leave him alone! His position, he plays Reserved-Reserve-De-Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEACIAL THANKS TO &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPCA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.spca.org.sg/adoption/adoption.asp"&gt;http://www.spca.org.sg/adoption/adoption.asp&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;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-5832031123145118639?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5832031123145118639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=5832031123145118639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7554292121561911940</id><published>2008-01-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:51:14.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lost and nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;darkness veils&lt;br /&gt;light is the creator of shadows&lt;br /&gt;shadows form darkness,&lt;br /&gt;i am lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7554292121561911940?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7554292121561911940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7554292121561911940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cycling&lt;br /&gt;quite fun&lt;br /&gt;and alot happened&lt;br /&gt;lazy to write&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;simple summary&lt;br /&gt;des cramp&lt;br /&gt;i cramp&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile could still cycle&lt;br /&gt;and then finally,&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank my guys, in no order :&lt;br /&gt;JINGSHENG(JS)&lt;br /&gt;HAOWEI (HW)&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND(DES)&lt;br /&gt;JUNMIN (JM)&lt;br /&gt;and though i may not know him very well,&lt;br /&gt;he is a good guy&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW (DREW?)&lt;br /&gt;[there is question mark because i dunno correct or not.]&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys, alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;from this night cycling,&lt;br /&gt;i brought back something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;and of that,&lt;br /&gt;only i know...=)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BROTHERS ARE FOR LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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CYCLING~!'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4673665525878243450</id><published>2008-01-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:37:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to qin ai de lao po//</title><content type='html'>laopo, this post is for you&lt;br /&gt;today is our 8th months ani&lt;br /&gt;though i spent the whole day slping&lt;br /&gt;(due to last night's night cycling)&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that i really love you&lt;br /&gt;of coz you probably dun believe me but its true&lt;br /&gt;and if you believe me&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that you really DO continue to believe me&lt;br /&gt;because laopo,&lt;br /&gt;there is no one in this world&lt;br /&gt;or any other that can replace you&lt;br /&gt;your place in my heart is always de&lt;br /&gt;i lovee you~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4673665525878243450?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4673665525878243450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4673665525878243450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4673665525878243450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4673665525878243450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-qin-ai-de-lao-po.html' title='to qin ai de lao po//'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-4021311014714307874</id><published>2008-01-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:48:54.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>别说我的眼泪你无所谓</title><content type='html'>一个人在这个夜里 &lt;br /&gt;孤单得难以入睡 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的想找个人来陪 &lt;br /&gt;不愿意一个人喝醉 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醉了以后就会流泪 &lt;br /&gt;数着你给的伤悲 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你总让我憔悴 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别说我的眼泪你无所谓 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看我流泪&lt;br /&gt;你头也不回 &lt;br /&gt;哭过了泪干了&lt;br /&gt;心变成灰 &lt;br /&gt;我想要的美&lt;br /&gt;你还不想给 &lt;br /&gt;伤了的&lt;br /&gt;我的心怎去面对 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱给了你&lt;br /&gt;我不后悔 &lt;br /&gt;只希望你给我一次机会 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我去追让我去飞 &lt;br /&gt;毕竟爱过的心需要安慰 &lt;br /&gt;需要&lt;s&gt;你&lt;/s&gt;安慰...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-4021311014714307874?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4021311014714307874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=4021311014714307874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4021311014714307874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/4021311014714307874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='别说我的眼泪你无所谓'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-752415590785465073</id><published>2007-12-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:10:48.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Dec 2007</title><content type='html'>now the date says:"29 Dec 2007"&lt;br /&gt;yesterday-today alot has happened&lt;br /&gt;thanks buds.&lt;br /&gt;and laopo,&lt;br /&gt;dui bu qi&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i still do not understand why you left so suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;even now,&lt;br /&gt;i can't really slp&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder why&lt;br /&gt;i know i am wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but i was having a major headache&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;my health haven't been good for some time&lt;br /&gt;headaches become the next common thing&lt;br /&gt;like you knw?&lt;br /&gt;aft running, you are short of breath?&lt;br /&gt;ya,&lt;br /&gt;headaches, has become something like that...&lt;br /&gt;and i understand your doubts in me&lt;br /&gt;but believe me&lt;br /&gt;i love you...&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired these days...&lt;br /&gt;worried abt you, your work and project which i've not done anything about it&lt;br /&gt;i want to really say this "ah fuck la, who cares~!"&lt;br /&gt;i just dun wan to give shit to anything else.&lt;br /&gt;not to work&lt;br /&gt;i hate it..!&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing out of it,&lt;br /&gt;credit?&lt;br /&gt;results?&lt;br /&gt;biased world&lt;br /&gt;unfair,&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever said it was fair,&lt;br /&gt;but it really sucks&lt;br /&gt;hardwork hardwork hardwork&lt;br /&gt;everyone is saying no talent nvm,&lt;br /&gt;hardwork can alr&lt;br /&gt;but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;often its pitieous...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you work,&lt;br /&gt;you still cannot get something done&lt;br /&gt;and here comes one who does not even really do anything&lt;br /&gt;den poof,&lt;br /&gt;done it!&lt;br /&gt;it simply proof that hardwork can never overcome talent&lt;br /&gt;because even those with talent,&lt;br /&gt;they also work a little...&lt;br /&gt;hardwork overcoming talent is a load of bullshits&lt;br /&gt;used by inferiors to console themselves,&lt;br /&gt;at least this is what szeye would have said back in my secondary years&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;wht happenes if one day&lt;br /&gt;you work so hard&lt;br /&gt;but you lose everything to someone with talent?&lt;br /&gt;so if i work hard, and still do not accomplish anything&lt;br /&gt;what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;or worse?&lt;br /&gt;all good things must come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;then wht,&lt;br /&gt;all my hardwork, the results&lt;br /&gt;they must come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;haiix..&lt;br /&gt;but still for you i just have to try right?&lt;br /&gt;50% Luck + 40% talent + 10% hardwork = success&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;99% hardwork + 0.5% luck + 0.5% talent = success&lt;br /&gt;general lie&lt;br /&gt;to fool the imcompetents.&lt;br /&gt;and i was fooled&lt;br /&gt;more than once&lt;br /&gt;but no more...&lt;br /&gt;*sickntiredoflife*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-752415590785465073?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/752415590785465073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=752415590785465073' title='0 Comments'/><link 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border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Surprise Surprise, I'm not that bad I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little not me, and alittle me, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/hell.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die while sleeping - and no one will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, being half normal is good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Incredibly Logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/logic.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Seeking: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness: Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociability: Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness: Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness: Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am unfriendly, if you cannot stand me, just leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life Path Number is 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in life is to live life freely and collect experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life - new adventures, new people, new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very curious, and you crave novelty in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make friends easily, and you enjoy the company of all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are fun and even a bit intoxicating. But you won't stick around for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are impulsive and spontaneous - which sometimes leads you to do things you regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can be overindulgent with food, sex, or drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, so many that you are often scattered and unfocused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't like the number, but may be quite true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISTP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is reserved, methodical, spirited, and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 6% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 8% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dunno about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Invisibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/invisibility.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stealth, complex, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never face problems head on. Instead, you rely on your craftiness to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystery to others, you thrive on being a little misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You happily work behind the scenes... because there's nothing better than a sneak attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You're so sly, no one would notice... not even your best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Missing out on all of the glory that visible superheroes get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Problem is not a problem =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm...close..coming close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Merlot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/merlot.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth, confident, and popular - you're the type most likely to order wine for the whole group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to breeze through life on your intuition and wit. And no one seems to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in any social situation you find yourself in, and you never feel outclassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you live a charmed life, you never let it go to your head. You are truly down to earth and a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you are: Balanced and mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partying style: Surprisingly wild... when you let loose, you really let loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company is enjoyed best with: Some greasy pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Wine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/visioning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dunno. Such things never occured to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Learning Style: Innovative and Independent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/intj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are determined and driven. Confident in your abilities, no field is too difficult for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I enjoy most of them, or at least I think I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Rule Saturn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/saturn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So much about me that I myself do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is a little respect so difficult?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Ace of Spades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/spades.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious, slow and steady, and at times, self serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aim high, and you're willing to be brutal to get what you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly dominant and controlling, people are intimidated by your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet while you are a bit scary, you are scarily charming. People are driven to please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave the best in life, and you enjoy the spoils of your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a charmed life, and you're enjoying every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: Playing poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Hard working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Ruthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A student by day, a stripper by night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Playing Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ace of Spade. Beat That!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Element Is Air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/air.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What'sYour Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never expect so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You are picky but passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/sp.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artisan (SP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both grounded and flexible. You adapt well to new situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are playful and free spirited - but you are also dependable and never flaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't do well in conservative, stuffy situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably very hard for you to keep a normal job or stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always up for fun and adventure. Most people are too boring for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take risks and bend the rules. And if things don't work out, you chock it up to life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things quickly - but you have a huge problem with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to make your own rules. You're best suited to be an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are animated and physical. You prefer doing something with friends to just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you tend to be buff and in good shape. Your spend more time on your body than your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you need to keep active. From cooking up a storm to running a 5K, you wear yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Artisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did this on her behalf, and its so damn right! Laopo, you are Great! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just try me. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Choose Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money may buy a little happiness, but not the happiness of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather have a true soulmate than a private jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while many people may claim they would choose love too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few who would really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/"&gt;Would You Choose Love or Money?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If only She knew&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your way or the highway when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be very involved in your sweetie's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question, you like to be the one calling the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not so true, neither is it false. 50-50&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too bad, may be a little too late&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lightning, so damn beauitful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Skeptical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howskepticalareyouquiz/skeptical-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personal motto is: "Prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some ideas, like life after death, may seem nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't going to believe them simply because it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let science and facts be your guide... Even if it means you don't share the beliefs of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howskepticalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Skeptical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One must have prove to what s/he claims&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Do Anything For Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who stands between you and love better watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll do almost anything for your true love - even if it puts your life at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an old fashioned romantic and believe in unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you love someone, you'll always love them... no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what? She doesn't think so anyways...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like hell as if she knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even scare scary people sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Scary? I tell you not!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/three.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, your destiny lies in writing, speaking, acting, or teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginative and unique, you have a natural creative talent in the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're also a natural salesperson. You can easily sell your ideas and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total optimist, you are enthusiastic about life and living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly and social - and people are taken by your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your role in life is to inspire, motivate, and raise others' spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can seem a bit superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're a bit unfocused and too easygoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're best off when you don't dwell on trivial matters, especially gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 is not that bad a number&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/devils-food-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Epect nothing less from the devil&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1990 (the year you were born)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George H.W. Bush is president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Desert Shield forces leave for Saudi Arabia to defend them following the invasion of Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress passes Americans with Disabilities Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela is released from a South African prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East and West Germany are reunified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first McDonald's opens in Moscow, Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario Brothers 3 is released on the Nintendo Entertainment System console, selling over 6 million copies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Shuttle Discovery places the Hubble Space Telescope into orbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 3.0 is released by Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnati Reds win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XXIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Alone is the top grossing film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton is published&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vision of Love" by Mariah Carey spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Farley and Adam Sandler join Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1990. Nineteen-Ninety&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1989 (the year you were born)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George H.W. Bush becomes president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest oil spill in US history occurs after the Exxon Valdez strikes Blight Reef in Alaska's Prince William sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Liverpool, England a soccer stadium barrier collapses killing 94 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Hugo causes 71 deaths and $4.2 billion in damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massave earthquake hits the San Francisco Bay area minutes before the World Series between the Giants and A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Berlin Wall comes down, symbolically ending the Cold War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial killer Ted Bundy is executed in Florida's electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayatollah Khomeini places a three-million-US dollar bounty for the death of author Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Zsa Zsa Gabor is arrested in Beverly Hills, California after slapping a motorcycle police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo released its popular handheld video game player, Game Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakland Athletics win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XXIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgary Flames win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman is the top grossing film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Away" by Chicago spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk show host, Geraldo Rivera's nose is broken during a taping of his show, when a fight erupts on the set between guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arsenio Hall Show and The Simpsons premiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonball Z premieres on Japanese television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1989.Nineteen-Eighty-Nine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convincing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something nice&lt;br&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's Getting Over Her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isheoverhisexquiz/ex-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably no way your guy would take his ex back, but he's still a bit hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye on him, and make sure he's putting you first ... not her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheoverhisexquiz/"&gt;Is He Over His Ex?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The truth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's Getting Over Her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isheagoodboyfriendquiz/boyfriend-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend gets an A for effort. He's trying his hardest, but he needs a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that your guy hasn't had many serious relationships. Make sure you let him know what you need - gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheagoodboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Is He a Good Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truth Number 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep Him :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ishemarriagematerialquiz/keep-him.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's got marriage on the brain - and should propose soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you play your cards right. Keep doing what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage material guy doesn't like drama - or hot today, cold tomorrow relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep it flowing peacefully, and you'll capture his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make sure you're ready: Make sure that you love marriage minded guy because he's a fantastic catch - not because he's eager to walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ishemarriagematerialquiz/"&gt;Is He Marriage Material?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will she? *Doubts*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/phlegmatic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quiet, you have a subtle with that your friends know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Best Described By...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/lonely.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeune Fille Vert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tamara De Lempicka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Work of Art Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jeune Fille Vert is Lonely&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;White is her top favourite&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am non-violent, but feel free to try me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8923580220131255746?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8923580220131255746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8923580220131255746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8923580220131255746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8923580220131255746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-70-pure-youre-pretty-pure-and.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-2731985588662292398</id><published>2007-12-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:16:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knew it is too good to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should have known better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its always so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And shall remain so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-2731985588662292398?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2731985588662292398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=2731985588662292398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2731985588662292398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/2731985588662292398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/12/knew-it-is-too-good-to-be-true.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-6457343771912961306</id><published>2007-11-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:57:49.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, Marketing Project Proposal, done! Thursday, 29th of Nov 2007, my group and I at long last finished our freaking proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots ta update, like say my class bitch didn't get her way, but it only because the teacher do not want to face the problem, instead, chose to turn it away, and do something else, but main point is now the class is slightly more united. Although not the whole class is together, at least groups are coming together, they do not actually make things to be like your groups is your group, mine is mine. I mean it may not be true for other groups, but I feel like my group is getting along with other groups. Perhaps its because of Polar Bear. Somehow, it feels like the class is split in 3 basic groups, anti-bitch, pro-bitch(which means that they anti-me), and the i-heck-care group, but anyways, the groups are coming together, so it should be a good thing I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to update: Project Proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not think that I've done anything for my group (hehs). Most of the credit goes to Nineh and Polar Bear. My wife did something, may be the thing which brings the whole project to life. That is the drawing of our product. She drew the product as though it was done by professioal, only that its not so professional. The main thing is, it was excellent. Sotong did something too. She added the colours to the products. Overall, the things they did were like very good. The only thing is that I did nothing. Tourism teacher saw our project proposal, she had her praises. So did the marketing teacher. However, I really do not think that we may score well, its just a feeling. Yet everyone is so excited and all. I wonder about the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about proposal I guess it would spark off something. Other groups have been copying our stuffs even before we begin. The bitch's group initally did not have any idea to start off their project, so they asked Polar Bear. Polar being kind told them exactly what we have in mind, and in the end, they have two "ideas" which are so not their own idea.That is&lt;br /&gt;1. Our product; some fingerprint thingy&lt;br /&gt;2. Polar Bear's lame product; Flying Shoe (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the thing is, they told teacher that they are going to do either. Like F7? Worse was, I'm not suppose to make any noise of it because my wife doesn't like it, and the rest do not see the need to, its like, they think that I'm petty. Who cares anyways...! Then as we were finishing off our product, groups who had not finished theirs asked us how to and what to do, so we showed them a little, and what pisses me was that the groups were like copying stuffs right off our work. Too lazy to care, just buay song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today's update: BBQ&lt;br /&gt;I shall officially not attend unless I'm really really bored. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bitch said that those going need to pay, those not going also must pay. Those who turn up, money will be refunded, those who do not turn up, money will go into class fund.&lt;br /&gt;(What has class fund to do with this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Attendence will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;(Like what the fuck, its holidays! What is it about attendence taking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bitch claim it to be class bonding activity.&lt;br /&gt;(If we don't talk very much to each other for the past 7 months, which is 28 weeks, which has 140 weekdays, minus public and school holidays, perhaps at least 100 weekdays, seeing each other, how can we bond in a day? Can ONE single day be more powerful than ONE HUNDRED days?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bitch said that if we are not going we have to provide some form of prove that you are overseas, sick or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;(Why didn't I said FUCK YOUR MOTHER CHYEE BYE LA back then, I wonder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bitch set the dates on which she can make it. Barks about responsiblity as if she has or had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I told everyone that if I'm not going I'm not paying, she went and smsed teacher. On Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Everyone do not need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Date fixed. Bitch hearing that no need to pay says that she cannot attend, says that relatives going to her kennel.&lt;br /&gt;(Have a good mind asking her to pay, but not allowed to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Official closing down of class blog.&lt;br /&gt;(Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Polar Bear and Elisa had to clear up after Bitch's pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on Tuesday/Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Date changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher says if there is no 20 people turning up, then the thing will be cancelled. Had 18 people, but she insist on 20.&lt;br /&gt;(Like, is 2 any difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teacher wanted 5 people to organise, Polar Bear had more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Date changed. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher said all must go. If not need to provide reason as to why not. Those not working lied say working.&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously limiting the minimum number of people is not working.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I suggested a buffet in school. Most agreed. Teacher ask me to organise.&lt;br /&gt;(Should have take event management then?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Bitch is so incompetent, doing things out of her capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before closing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To My Beloved Darling Dearest Baobei LaoPo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/19238215-6457343771912961306?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6457343771912961306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=6457343771912961306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6457343771912961306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/6457343771912961306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-marketing-project-proposal-done.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-3870333022134399201</id><published>2007-11-24T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:06:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>牛仔很忙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呜啦啦啦火车&lt;br /&gt;笛随着奔腾的马蹄&lt;br /&gt;小妹妹吹着口琴&lt;br /&gt;夕阳下美了剪影&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用子弹写日记&lt;br /&gt;介绍完了风景&lt;br /&gt;接下来换介绍我自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我虽然是个牛仔&lt;br /&gt;在酒吧只点牛奶&lt;br /&gt;为什么不喝啤酒&lt;br /&gt;因为啤酒伤身体&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多人不长眼睛&lt;br /&gt;嚣张都KAO武器&lt;br /&gt;赤手空拳就缩成蚂蚁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了不&lt;br /&gt;用麻烦不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们一起上&lt;br /&gt;我在赶时间&lt;br /&gt;每天决斗观众&lt;br /&gt;都累了&lt;br /&gt;英雄也累了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;副歌不长&lt;br /&gt;你们有几个一起上好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正义呼唤我&lt;br /&gt;美女需要我&lt;br /&gt;牛仔很忙的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我啦啦啦骑毛驴&lt;br /&gt;因为马跨不上去&lt;br /&gt;洗澡都洗泡泡浴&lt;br /&gt;因为可以玩玩具&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有颗善良的心&lt;br /&gt;都只穿假牛皮&lt;br /&gt;喔~&lt;br /&gt;跌倒时尽量不压草皮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;枪口它没长眼睛&lt;br /&gt;我曾经答应上帝&lt;br /&gt;除非是万不得已&lt;br /&gt;我尽量射橡皮筋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老板先来杯奶&lt;br /&gt;昔要逃命前&lt;br /&gt;请你顺便喂喂我那只小毛驴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们一起上我&lt;br /&gt;在赶时间&lt;br /&gt;每天决斗观众都累了&lt;br /&gt;英雄也累了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;不用麻烦了&lt;br /&gt;副歌不长&lt;br /&gt;你们有几个一起上好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正义呼唤我&lt;br /&gt;美女需要我&lt;br /&gt;牛仔很忙的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to those who would want to suggest that i try being a monitor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-3870333022134399201?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3870333022134399201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=3870333022134399201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3870333022134399201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/3870333022134399201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/kao-this-is-to-those-who-would-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-812186794442257993</id><published>2007-11-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:42:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things...</title><content type='html'>Stayed back in school after lessons today, to TRY to complete our project. However, as we progressed, we discovered that we have just too much things to do. Therefore, we completed only part of the project. After project work, we went to Junction 8, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nineh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to go look for their cellphone memory card. In the end, unless I'm mistaken, its a little way off expected budget, then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nineh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left for home with Polar Bear who decided that if he doesn't leave with her, he will be alone, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nineh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; suspected of foul-mood. So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided to look for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laopo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shawl. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bought it already. Well, actually its them because she bought two since its on offer and she has two vouchers which totals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;up t&lt;/span&gt;o 20 bucks. Now, is had already, because she used 10 bucks for her shawls. Cheap I think? Since guys do not have much items falling in the price range of less than 10 bucks, even less than 20! After purchasing the shawls, we toured J8 for a short while more, and I happened to accidentally, pure accident, to lay eyes upon a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cologne&lt;/span&gt;, brand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FCUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Expensive, the usual price was S$40+, but as it was on promotion, it came with a shirt, and the price was reduced to S$30. Reasonable for guys stuff, though I needed it, I do not need it urgently, and have a good mind to buy it, next week, so I wanted to approach the staff, but my wife approached the staff in my steed who told me that the promotion is ending this week. What am I to do, either I let it go or I just have to get the money somehow. I am to lazy to be bothered, so I shall just let things go with the flow. Yesterday, I also happened to chance upon a shirt at This Fashion of Men's Section, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; nice, and the cost was like only $14. So I will be getting it. Maybe I should go grab it now, or tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;, shall have to consult my wife. So many wants, yet no money, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;if I&lt;/span&gt; have, I can't spend too much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FCUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cologne&lt;/span&gt;, somehow I want it, I will get it. SOMEHOW! (I know i promised to change, but I'm still pondering and thinking, even if I were to buy it, it would be done with rational.) Oh! And I forgot! Pokemon came to J8 too! Well, they were there, took some pictures, I heard announcement of them being there and was just kidding that we should go have a look and my laopo took it for real, so did Sotong. Anyways, they find the Pokemons cute. There were like I think, Pikachu, Mudkid, Torchick, Treeco, and Meowth. MAYBE, just MAYBE will post their photos up on blog. Though other than laopo, no one else reads it. Haiix. Failed as a blogger. (T_T) Yeps~! Thats all~!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LIFE SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-812186794442257993?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/812186794442257993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=812186794442257993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/812186794442257993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/812186794442257993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-many-things.html' title='So many things...'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7015175559404510781</id><published>2007-11-19T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:15:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;十一月十九日，星期一。今天是我宝贝老婆的生日。在学校里，时间爬得比蜗牛慢，辛苦了四个小时后终于脱离苦海了。"北极熊"和"花花屁"便进行他们的[搞神秘大作战]。当他们正在搞他们的东东时，老婆和她的老婆，"乌贼"，也就交在我手里，让我来"应酬"她们。因为不想骗任何人，便告诉老婆"北极熊"和"花花屁"是在搞"乌贼"的神秘，而告诉"乌贼"说是在搞老婆的神秘。这样她们都没有说什么的，反而还帮我把双方哄着离开"北极熊"和"花花屁"。然后，我也得装着什么都不知的，说他们两只不知道在搞什么神秘。正在拖延时间的时候，我突然心血来潮想吃麦芽糖，就想顺便买给老婆和"乌贼"，谁知道，"乌贼"不但买给了她的兄妹，还要买给"北极熊"和"花花屁"。就这样我被夹在两方面的[拼命搞神秘]。最后，长话短说，老婆和她的"乌贼"老婆似乎很开心的，双方面都成功。过后，去逛街，"乌贼"偷偷的买了一对耳环给了"花花屁"，所以，[拼命搞神秘]的大赢家算是老婆和她"乌贼"老婆的队吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想起十七日那天，比起今天，我这个男朋友-老公也还十分失败的嘛!老婆是我的，女朋友是我的，但她却跟朋友在一起比更我在一起开心快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;有时，我真的不明白，我到底是否有存在的地位?&lt;/s&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/19238215-7015175559404510781?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7015175559404510781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7015175559404510781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7015175559404510781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7015175559404510781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_7306.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-8296408555610648911</id><published>2007-11-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:46:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天，庆祝老婆的生日， 可是， 发生了太多的事，让我觉得，是时候检讨自己，可能我是问题，所以，在此对老婆说:"对不起!从今以后的我不会在和你吵架了!对不起!"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(我说得到，做得到)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;我已很累了，比死还要痛苦，辛苦...&lt;/s&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/19238215-8296408555610648911?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8296408555610648911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8296408555610648911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8296408555610648911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8296408555610648911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-8643487158625139769</id><published>2007-11-12T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:00:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ironically my plans failed (as usual). Lets see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 1: 100th post to be left for my laopo's birthday. (failed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 2: To surprise my laopo on her birthday. (failed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 3: To be celebrate both laopo and laopo's laopo de birthday, properly. (failed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 3 plans failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder, who I really am. I cannot let people see my point of doing something, because I do not like to explain, nor do I like people to question me, to question me is to doubt my ablility, and it makes me feel stupidility inferior. I believe when something is done, it is in its result we see if we have done a good job or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, people ask me what, why, where, when, who, how, and when I explain, it not only spoil the fun, I lose the reason to do it, because, there is nothing to expect out of it anymore. I hate people who do not trust. So what if I made a mistake? So what if its not as perfect as I want it to be? So what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistake, I'm no god, and god isn't as perfect as well! Would anyone perfect create anything imperfect? Because, if he is so perfect, no matter how he tries, he can never create anything imperfect, simple because he is just too perfect. (If anyone buay song, please kindly refer to the Readers/Viewers section at the right hand side, read it carefully and make sure you understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand. What I've done are starting to show a little. Yes, what I do, nobody will approve, and nor will they admit even when the result shows. Besides, I understand that what I do usually would appear to be wrong initially. However, if the result is for good, and that I do not obtain it through any crooked ways, then, am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand girls, complicated they are. I mean, they always say guys are jerks and guys are these and that, they say guys is the cause of lesbianism, have they ever thought of this:"Why are there gays?", or like "Being gay is against the law but lesbians." ? So? Now what? homosexual is wrong, but gay is wrong lesbian is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True some guys are jerks, but does that mean all guys are jerks? And when guys comment on girls, they get upset, then what about girls on guys? If our basic structure are the same (male and female) then why can girls treat guys as if they do not have feelings? I mean, come on, we are of the same basic structure, so if females feel things too, does that mean that despite being made up of the same structure, we are not as alive as females?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that male must provide for female? Then male stuffs are much more expensive than females, but females spend more bucks than males, explain. Simple, high supply, high competition, high competition, low pricing. Likewise, since male stuffs are lower in supply, but demand is almost as high, competition is slightly lower, therefore higher pricing. However, ironically, females never have enough of anything (not like men have nothing to complain about). This is to speak of in general, and if you girls, ladies, women out there are offended, shall I say this "Slow down and think a little, do I not make sense? And I am fully aware that there are exceptionals. But in general, its like that..." If still not happy, please read Readers/Viewers section, and make sure you understand it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any issue with girls, ladies or women. Its just that I'm sick and tired of everything around me. I wouldn't be so sick of the world and life, since they are certainly beautiful, if not for mankind. What I am sick of is mankind, the human race, pathetically insignificant, yet classify and self-appoint themselves to be the highest intellect speices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass I began to hate myself more for being alive as human, homosapians. I feel somehow,some may think that I am a misogynist. Be assured, its not misogynist that I am, but I am slowly becoming or already a misanthrope. Hater of Mankind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-8643487158625139769?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8643487158625139769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=8643487158625139769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8643487158625139769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/8643487158625139769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/ironically-my-plans-failed-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19238215.post-7423479139703929366</id><published>2007-11-05T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:27:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>housey</title><content type='html'>From my Balcony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EE2tqc1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1cnuavEjcKE/s1600-h/Sentosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322982051312466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EE2tqc1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1cnuavEjcKE/s320/Sentosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telemarket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EE2tqc2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BxpTj5G8VI8/s1600-h/Telemarket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322982051312482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EE2tqc2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BxpTj5G8VI8/s320/Telemarket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Works in Progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EFWtqc3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/X2Pgk5q-gvs/s1600-h/works+in+progress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322990641247090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EFWtqc3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/X2Pgk5q-gvs/s320/works+in+progress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay! GST REFUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EFmtqc4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HIca757btfY/s1600-h/yay+GST+refund.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322994936214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EFmtqc4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HIca757btfY/s320/yay+GST+refund.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Toy Plane takes off~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DLmtqcwI/AAAAAAAAADo/3HD3S7Nc_jA/s1600-h/my+pte+plane+taking+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129321998503801602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DLmtqcwI/AAAAAAAAADo/3HD3S7Nc_jA/s320/my+pte+plane+taking+off.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Non-licesensed guide. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DL2tqcxI/AAAAAAAAADw/fRBh_ShKpss/s1600-h/Non-licesenced+guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322002798768914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DL2tqcxI/AAAAAAAAADw/fRBh_ShKpss/s320/Non-licesenced+guide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overview of my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DM2tqcyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vIcWbmub5bk/s1600-h/overview+of+my+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322019978638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DM2tqcyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vIcWbmub5bk/s320/overview+of+my+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the windows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DM2tqczI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YebDuQRF86k/s1600-h/part+of+my+backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322019978638130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DM2tqczI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YebDuQRF86k/s320/part+of+my+backyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reflection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DN2tqc0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PHTXqUJcEjk/s1600-h/Reflection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322037158507330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8DN2tqc0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PHTXqUJcEjk/s320/Reflection.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ICA- No Illegal Immigrants Allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BH2tqcmI/AAAAAAAAACY/VhsDCOCSB1c/s1600-h/ICA-no+illegal+immigrants!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129319735056036450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BH2tqcmI/AAAAAAAAACY/VhsDCOCSB1c/s320/ICA-no+illegal+immigrants!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Failed English,&lt;br /&gt;It says NO ENTRY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BIWtqcnI/AAAAAAAAACg/lwU7R5IJu9E/s1600-h/ignore+him,+he+failed+english+-_-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129319743645971058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BIWtqcnI/AAAAAAAAACg/lwU7R5IJu9E/s320/ignore+him,+he+failed+english+-_-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Illegal Immigrants sent back! *shoo~!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BJ2tqcoI/AAAAAAAAACo/pzxiwP4ivTo/s1600-h/IMMIGRANTS~!+sending+them+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129319769415774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BJ2tqcoI/AAAAAAAAACo/pzxiwP4ivTo/s320/IMMIGRANTS~!+sending+them+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fountain in my living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BLWtqcpI/AAAAAAAAACw/iYqSfhei1aY/s1600-h/in+house+fountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129319795185578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BLWtqcpI/AAAAAAAAACw/iYqSfhei1aY/s320/in+house+fountain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my house~!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129315414318936562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry79MWtqcfI/AAAAAAAAABg/gjKLOmJQP4g/s320/enterance+of+my+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Exit~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316342031872514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-CWtqcgI/AAAAAAAAABo/CV3Pm6dcDok/s320/Exit+of+my+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mr. Fat Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-E2tqchI/AAAAAAAAABw/W_uXT2NmMM8/s1600-h/Fat+Face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316384981545490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-E2tqchI/AAAAAAAAABw/W_uXT2NmMM8/s320/Fat+Face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fight Show~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-FmtqciI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hJDQxR79FcE/s1600-h/FIGHT+show+in+my+house,+these+people+are+so+troublesome+-_-+had+to+send+them+home+-_-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316397866447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-FmtqciI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hJDQxR79FcE/s320/FIGHT+show+in+my+house,+these+people+are+so+troublesome+-_-+had+to+send+them+home+-_-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fountain under repairs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-IGtqcjI/AAAAAAAAACA/sVmDXma0Iwk/s1600-h/fountain+in+my+living+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316440816120370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-IGtqcjI/AAAAAAAAACA/sVmDXma0Iwk/s320/fountain+in+my+living+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From my windows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-JmtqckI/AAAAAAAAACI/dZcS90K8kw4/s1600-h/from+my+window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316466585924162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7-JmtqckI/AAAAAAAAACI/dZcS90K8kw4/s320/from+my+window.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Departing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid: Ni-Nehx&lt;br /&gt;Left: Extra aka Polar Bear aka Mr Fat Face&lt;br /&gt;Right: Takoyaki aka Sotong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry79BGtqceI/AAAAAAAAABY/nbLBxq9Pld8/s1600-h/Departing,+won%27t+miss+the+one+in+the+mid,+left+one+is+extra+-_-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129315221045408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry79BGtqceI/AAAAAAAAABY/nbLBxq9Pld8/s320/Departing,+won%27t+miss+the+one+in+the+mid,+left+one+is+extra+-_-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-Vinci Code?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78uGtqcdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QVevVicdcB4/s1600-h/da+vinci+code.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129314894627893714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78uGtqcdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QVevVicdcB4/s320/da+vinci+code.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS new map...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78dWtqccI/AAAAAAAAABI/rW7XSFL74R4/s1600-h/CS+new+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129314606865084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78dWtqccI/AAAAAAAAABI/rW7XSFL74R4/s320/CS+new+map.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Island here I come~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78RmtqcbI/AAAAAAAAABA/LQB7hk4EzyY/s1600-h/Christmas+Island+here+I+come~!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129314405001621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry78RmtqcbI/AAAAAAAAABA/LQB7hk4EzyY/s320/Christmas+Island+here+I+come~!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My house de toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry77wWtqcaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cH7cjv-2P-g/s1600-h/another+toilet+of+mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129313833770971554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry77wWtqcaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cH7cjv-2P-g/s320/another+toilet+of+mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backyard number 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry77XGtqcZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XAZWEAniH1s/s1600-h/46th+front+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129313399979274642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry77XGtqcZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XAZWEAniH1s/s320/46th+front+garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Custom made in-house pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7_sGtqclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PO9DEFK09tk/s1600-h/home-grown+nature.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129318158803038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry7_sGtqclI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PO9DEFK09tk/s320/home-grown+nature.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-the-leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129319812365447842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8BMWtqcqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mOhhDa-5akY/s320/In+the+leaves.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19238215-7423479139703929366?l=crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7423479139703929366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19238215&amp;postID=7423479139703929366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7423479139703929366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19238215/posts/default/7423479139703929366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-tears-of-brokenhearts.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-my-balcony.html' title='housey'/><author><name>-.Janus.Mycroft.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637947147650223601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohZz4jgG21U/Ry8EE2tqc1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1cnuavEjcKE/s72-c/Sentosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
