<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:49:04.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nihilizm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342.post-8905068395410823086</id><published>2007-09-24T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:16:46.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brightonyam.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Http://brightonyam.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start relinking me. I will add a redirectory code to this page soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-8905068395410823086?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8905068395410823086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8905068395410823086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8905068395410823086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8905068395410823086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpbrighton-yam.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2699680645986552569</id><published>2007-09-24T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:25:15.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Studied after school till about 3:45pm. Went to buy fries at the bubble tea shop and then walked around J8 till 5pm and left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now, I'm feeling very bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone please tell me how to efficiently study for geography...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know how to programme my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction(Part 4):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since science has proven that our brain cannot differentiate whether we've  experienced something in reality or in our minds, that means that the experiences we have in our minds can make us feel, and emotionalize. Experiencing something in the mind is known as visualizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To attract something into your life, you have to think equal subconsciously and consciously. And by visualizing, you're thinking of it subconsciously, consciously, and you are even feeling it. You are living in it. Since the Law Of Attraction attracts the pictures in your mind, if you are able to visualize exactly what you want, then congratulations, you're gonna get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our enviroment, our house, our rooms, the things we display to others, the things we give out, is just like our subconscious thoughts. And what we want inside us are just like our conscious thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you want to be rich, but you like to draw beggars and display them all over your room. Then your external enviroment is contradicting your internal enviroment. You must think towards your goal, yes. You must also work towards, and with your goal. Don't let your actions contradict your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-2699680645986552569?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2699680645986552569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2699680645986552569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2699680645986552569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2699680645986552569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/studied-after-school-till-about-345pm.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-45831719648852899</id><published>2007-09-23T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:43:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I realize that without the thesaurus, my vocubulary is very limited when it comes to writing essays, poems, lyrics and so on. I've to start studying the dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction(Part 3):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Since having negative thoughts would slow you down from getting what you want, then just think good thoughts. Always create backup thoughts. Backup thoughts here means thoughts that you can immediately think of when something bad happens. Make a list of roughly 10 good thoughts. Like how you felt when you owned your very first car, how you felt when you made your first million, how you felt when you first kissed him or her, how you felt when you won the competition, how you felt when you were featured on television and so on. Backup thoughts are useful in preventing your bad thoughts from slowing you down in getting what you want. When you meet a setback, when your girlfriend calls up and says she wants a break up, then hangs up without giving you a chance to change her mind, you would then feel as though you jumped off a 50 storey building, broke every single bone, but still alive, and there's no one there to attend to you. That sucks big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At that point in time, you already know it's over between you and your girl. You are sad and angry at the same time. You would think sadly, think angrily. And because the love was deep, you think very deeply, you think alot. In other words, you are slowing yourself down a lot in achieving all other things that you want. So this is when your backup thoughts come in. When your girlfriend breaks up with you, sad thoughts go into your mind, and before your sad thoughts accumulate, you quickly activate your backup thoughts. Your backup thoughts which MUST BE GOOD THOUGHTS will eliminate your sadness, and would at the same time remind you of how much more you have besides your girlfriend. Your backup thoughts would link to many other good thoughts you store in your mind. If you can make this habit permanent, then you're just a few steps away from the abundance of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-45831719648852899?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/45831719648852899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=45831719648852899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/45831719648852899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/45831719648852899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realize-that-without-thesaurus-my.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1381271521820775347</id><published>2007-09-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:15:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Woke up at 9am, missed my FOC tuition with YueSheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went for lunch with my dad at Shunfu Mart, then headed down to Buona Vista as my dad needed to take pictures of a salon. I think because the owner of that salon is buying insurance from my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, the salon is located in a place with a really nice enviroment. It's a rather empty place with very modernly architectured buildings with modern interiors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"A picture can say a thousand words, a video can show a million pictures."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"A song can contain a thousand words with one meaning, a piece of music can contain a thousand meanings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I quoted these as I was conversing on MSN. Music is a universal language. You can bring a Tamil letter to China and no one there would understand it. You can bring a chinese letter to France and no one there would understand it. But you can bring a sheet of music score composed in Bangladesh, bring it to Japan, practically everybody would understand it as majority of the population in every developed and developing country has basic music knowledge. Malays don't understand chinese songs, and Chinese don't understand malay songs. But both Malays and Chinese can tell if a piece of music is meant to make you feel sad or happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realized, I've been telling you to think about what you want, who you want, when you want it, how you want it. I've never told you to think about what you want not, who you don't want, when you don't want it, how you don't want it. This is because it's the cause of why many people aren't getting what they want. --- They think more about what they &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; want than what they &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There's an epidemic in Mankind. It's known as the "Don't Want" epidemic. This epidemic is present when people keep thinking, speaking, acting, and focusing on what they "Don't Want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You see, the Law Of Attraction is like our computers. If you want a black background, you insert the color code, which is "#000000," and if you want a dark gray background, you insert the color code, which is around "#505050,"? If you want it darker, you don't add "Darker please." in the code. The computer would read it as an erroneous code and just give you #505050. "Darker please." here is also known as an alien language to the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The computer doesn't care about the alien language, and only acknowledges the language it recognizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction as well, the Law Of Attraction doesn't care whether you perceive something to be good or bad, whether you want it or don't want it. It only cares about what you are thinking. It only cares about what are you picturing in your mind. So if you tell yourself, "I don't want to be in debt," and you keep picturing yourself paying the bank money, then that's the signal you're putting out into the Universe. You are attracting more of that, you are going to HAVE to tell yourself "I don't want to be in debt," and you WILL be paying the bank money. When you think of not wanting to be in debt, when you can picture it, you are feeling it. And you only feel a thought when the energy of the electrical charge is strong, and so you are going to get what you're feeling and thinking, and more of it. The Law Of Attraction gives you what you focus on, and does not see good or bad. It just sees what's in your mind. You keep thinking "I don't want to screw up this opportunity, I don't want to screw up this opportunity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When you think this, you would be picturing, the outcomes of screwing up the opporunity. The Law Of Attraction doesn't understand English, so it doesn't understand that you don't want to screw up the opportunity. All it sees is you feeling very sad because you screwed up the opportunity. It focuses on "you feeling very sad because you screwed up the opportunity." And it will start to bring it to you, by first manifesting the thought in your mind, and than bringing it into reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To put it simply, the Law Of Attraction doesn't recognise any words of negativity or negation. It doesn't recognise "don't," "not," "no," or any other words like that. If you speak, act or think with these words, here's what the Law Of Attraction receives. And will attract a lot to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You: I don't want to be late. (Your mind pictures yourself being late over and over again.)&lt;br /&gt;Law Of Attraction receives: I want to be late. And be late over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You: I don't want to lose you. (Your mind pictures yourself losing the closeness with her, and friendship as well.)&lt;br /&gt;Law Of Attraction receives: I want to lose you and even ruin our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You: I can't handle all this work. (You picture yourself getting more work than you can handle.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Law Of Attraction receives: I want more work than I can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You: I don't want to fail my examinations. (You picture yourself crying hysterically over your poor results.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Law Of Attraction receives: I want to fail my examinations horribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Make sure the pictures in your mind are positive. Make sure you picture what you want, not what you DO NOT want.&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/16253342-1381271521820775347?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1381271521820775347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1381271521820775347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1381271521820775347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1381271521820775347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/woke-up-at-9am-missed-my-foc-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4333256191681201968</id><published>2007-09-21T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:07:27.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;School, gym, steam bath, swim with KianWei, Fabian, JiaSheng, QuinFei, Kevin, Dixon, ShaoLoong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Prata House, and YueSheng's house for X-Box with DunJie,TianDe,YueSheng,YueSheng's girlfriend, YueSheng's brother, YueSheng's brother's girlfriend, YeowZhong, ZiXuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From my previous post, you people might now be thinking, "according to the law, as long as I think about what I want and I will definitely get it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're right, but maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you wanna get something by thinking of it, you have to think properly, correctly. Researchers tell us that we have about sixty thousand thoughts a day. Let's say we have exactly 60,000 thoughts a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So if we simply think about being successful, it will only be one thought, that would maybe lead another 10 more or so thoughts. Here's what I mean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thinking about being successful ----leads to-----&gt; thinking about winning that person's heart, acing your examinations, being good looking, being the center of attraction, getting a good job, being rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's say 1 thought of being successful would become 10. That would only make 10/60,000 thoughts. Which is only 0.0167% of our daily thoughts. What are the other 99.983% of our thoughts? What if 0.0167% of our thoughts are about being successful, but the other 99.983% of our  thoughts are about being unsuccessful? This 99.983% of our thoughts are also known as our subconscious thoughts. Our subconscious thoughts are created as we live our days. If for the past 5 days, good things have been happening, then the past 5 days of good things would be stored in your 99.983% of subconscious mind as good memories that would definitely be more related to being successful than being unsuccessful. If your 99.983% of subconscious thoughts is mainly made up of bad memories, the word bad is enough to make those thoughts negative, which means it's more to the unsuccessful side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So if you wanna get something by thinking of it, make sure the more than half of your 99.983% subsconscious thoughts are supporting your 0.0167% of conscious thoughts about the things you wanna get. And of course, the more your subsconscious thoughts supports your conscious thoughts about things you wanna get, the more likely you are to get what you want. If you're wondering, how to make your subconscious thoughts support your conscious thoughts more, then take a look at when I say, if for the past 5 days, good things have been happening, then the past 5 days of good things would be stored as good memories in your subsconscious mind. So, let good things happen, let more of it happen, let them accumulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By now, some might be asking, "How is that possible? What if nothing good happens in my life, does that mean I would never have good subsconscious thoughts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you have this question, if you have this thought, all I can tell you is that you've got it all wrong. Everything that happens in life is good. Everything that happens in life are guidelines for you. Everything that happens in life is giving you an opportunity. Everything that happens in life is a signal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When you are doing your NAPFA 2.4km run, you are in the lead and your ankle suddenly hurts, that's a signal telling you that you've worn out your ankle. Are you going to continue running in the lead and be injured severely, and never be able to run again, or are you going to stop and let it heal over the next 2 days, then be able to take the lead again in future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is also a guideline for you in life. It's like an angel telling you to turn left(Stop, let it heal, and take the lead again), and a devil telling you to turn right(Continue running, win this race, and never be able to again). But this guidelines are invisible though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then again, this is an opportunity for you to show your teachers that you make wise choices, you are smart enough to stop running, give it up, for you know you can always do it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So in conclusion, nothing bad happens in life, it's how you look at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you look at everything as a learning opportunity, you would feel good, think good, and then eventually obtain a subconscious mind made up of 99.983% positive, good thoughts, which supports the 0.0167% of conscious thoughts at all time. If your 99.983% of subconscious thoughts are completely positive, don't worry if you meet any setbacks, because when you consciously think negatively during that setback, your 99.983% of subconscious thoughts would back you up.&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/16253342-4333256191681201968?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4333256191681201968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4333256191681201968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4333256191681201968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4333256191681201968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-gym-steam-bath-swim-with-kianwei.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4285025829258236653</id><published>2007-09-20T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:14:39.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just did, or rather, I'm practicing mathematics and I think I can draw curves without the curve ruler as accurately as when with the curve ruler. Just that my freehanded curve lines are the sketched out kind. And I repeat, I said I think I can, I did not say I can. It's my opinion of my own freehand drawing. Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today, today, today. I don't have much to say about my days man. I still can't figure out how do I type my day out as long as, or longer than those who has done much less than me in a day, but types much more. Tomorrow shall be gym, swimming, and night study. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can someone tell me why people often uses "mug" or "mugging" to substitute "study" or "studying," ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To mug means to capacitate, or to rob. You don't pass your examinations because you store fluid or rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything is within us. Even this world we are in. We aren't in it actually. It is in us. We did not create this world, but we shape it. I guess I should share the "Law Of Attraction" more elaboratedly from now on. I can't explain it all in one post, It should take up to 5 posts at least. To allow readers to more or less understand the law. I have posted on the Law Of Attraction before, so some stuffs will be repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction isn't the law of how hunks and babes attract people. It's about how stuffs are attracted into life. And life here doesn't only mean one's own life. Life here means the life of everyone. The world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With knowledge and understanding of the Law Of Attraction, you can intentionally enjoy life without any effort. Or maybe just a little. You can enjoy wealth, love, friendship, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, what are we made up of? Atoms. And atoms have components called subatoms. Get this fact right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, we know that every atom has an electric charge. This can be proved in our science textbooks and encyclopedias. We are taught that atoms are the smallest particles in this world. But the subatoms are smaller, and even they, have electric charges. These electric charges have purposes. Don't they? I actually fail my chemistry but I know, electric charges are used to generate our thoughts. Don't expect our minds to generate thoughts for no reason. We can say that our body is made up of organs. But we can never say that our thoughts have organs too. Our thoughts are generated. And we are the generator of these thoughts. Because our whole body is electrically charged by the atoms in us. The electricity we use to generate thoughts come from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Have you got all of that? If you have, understand the next thing. Even the weakest electric charge has a magnetic force.  And anything created by electric charges, carries the magnetic force as well. This means, our thoughts that are created by our electric charges, has magnetic force. Electric charges have a frequency too. And all this can be proven by scientists, and even wikipedia.  As we generate thoughts, these thoughts or electric charges will go out of our body into the Universe and magnetically attract us to the things out there that are on the same frequency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Take a television set for example. A television emits a signal to the television station's transmission tower which broadcasts via a frequency, and appears as pictures on our television sets. Each channel has a frequency, and when we switch the channels on our television sets, we force it to "think" on the same frequency as the channel we want to watch. So our televisions start "thinking" on that channel's frequency, and brings things on that frequency onto our television screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think I've typed too much, anyway, here's the last thing. Using the example in the previous paragraph, assume that your mind is the television station's transmission tower, your thoughts are the remote control, what you see in life is your television screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You use your thoughts(remote control) to decide what signal does your mind(transmission tower) broadcasts via a frequency, and it will appear in your life(television screen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel that it's time, for me to draw the line, I know that I'll be fine.&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/16253342-4285025829258236653?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4285025829258236653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4285025829258236653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4285025829258236653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4285025829258236653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-did-or-rather-im-practicing.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-511058729136454121</id><published>2007-09-19T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:51:42.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you poor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you fail your exams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you slow in learning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you communicate poorly with the others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a bad attitude that you can't get rid of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does everyone despise you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you addicted to a drug?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you feel like a lowlife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some people fail in their examinations, learn very slowly, communicate very poorly, has a bad attitude, is despised by considerably everybody, is addicted to smoking, glue sniffing and so on, and is poor. Yes, indeed these people are considered lowlives to many other people. But actually they aren't. They are just ill-bred, or ill-influenced. Influences don't necessary come from others. Influences can come from within oneself as well and infact influences from within oneself occurs everywhere and everytime, inclusive of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What I mean by influences from within is when, Person A possesses everything that people consider a lowlife would possess. And Person A knows. Initially he disagrees, but because he keeps thinking of it, he eventually calls himself a lowlife too, and really live like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The fact that he isn't born a lowlife, he is born a innocent little baby, now thinks that he is a lowlife. And does everything that a lowlife does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are some self-influenced lowlives who still have doubts about themselves as to whether they should live on with it or not. And to these people, of course, everybody elses' and my advice is that you don't, and you start changing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being able to be influenced toward the bad side by oneself, simply means being able to be influenced easily by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today, a very good example of a low self-confidence doubtful-about-being-a-lowlife got influenced by another high self confidence fully-self-proclaimed-lowlife to do something the lowlife style. Got caught, and took the rap. Wow. Practically everybody who knows about it now has a totally different impression of that low self-confidence doubtful-about-being-a-lowlife person. Would this make him think of himself more like a lowlife, or would this wake him up, we can't decide, we can only persuade, but still, the results are dependent on him. None is born stupid, none is born a drug addict, none is born to be poor, none is born to communicate poorly, none is born to be despised, none is born with bad attitude. Who you want to be, how to want to be, what you want to be, is all within you. You decide it.&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/16253342-511058729136454121?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/511058729136454121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=511058729136454121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/511058729136454121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/511058729136454121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-poor-do-you-fail-your-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1142053504238484498</id><published>2007-09-18T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:01:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Ru-7wQrYLVI/AAAAAAAAACA/a7H7Lu3vv4Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111510539873824082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Ru-7wQrYLVI/AAAAAAAAACA/a7H7Lu3vv4Q/s400/IMAGE_121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ODM Watches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I plan to get either the white "ODM Spin"(Extreme left, beside pink, against the side) or either the white silicone/polycarbonate "ODM Pixel"(2nd row from the back, 2nd from the left, beside black, or 2nd from the right, beside pink.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Visit them at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odm-design.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.odm-design.com/home.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know what's this, but anyway. It's with reference to "All thoughts which have been emotionalized and mixed with faith begin immediately to translate themselves into their phyiscal equivalent or counterpart." in one of my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are feelings, there are emotions, there are times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That can't be put into words, and even actions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you perceive them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when you feel lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you feel lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seek a way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you make it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling lost becomes a memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When feeling lost becomes a memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You perpetually perceive it in the mind subconsciously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perpetual perceiving of it in the subconscious mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creates a faith towards it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the conscious mind triggers the memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will get all emotional about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subconscious thought of feeling lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conscious thougt of feeling lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith towards feeling lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions towards feelings lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they coalesce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They translate themselves into their physical equivalent or counterpart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They become reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bring them to life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will never get out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only until you stop thinking of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Brighton Yam&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/16253342-1142053504238484498?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1142053504238484498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1142053504238484498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1142053504238484498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1142053504238484498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/odm-watches.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Ru-7wQrYLVI/AAAAAAAAACA/a7H7Lu3vv4Q/s72-c/IMAGE_121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342.post-2064931093606311108</id><published>2007-09-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:30:58.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for lunch with my family at some restaurant called the Meteor Garden or something like that, at the Mandai Orchid Garden. Went to the SAF Yacht Club, it's been long since I've last been there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Came home, went for a swim downstairs and I just got back up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yesterday --- Went for pool at SAFRA Toa Payoh, then headed to Ang Mo Kio Hub to window shop and hit the arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Removed the old music playlist with more choices of songs, and narrowed it down to this IMEEM's one, with only two songs which I fell in love with recently. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;When your subconscious and conscious thoughts are matched and combined with emotions and faith, they will become reality. They will.&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/16253342-2064931093606311108?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2064931093606311108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2064931093606311108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2064931093606311108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2064931093606311108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-for-lunch-with-my-family-at-some.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8557040739468326593</id><published>2007-09-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:53:29.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to school for nothing today. First four periods were Social Studies and Mother Tongue, in which papers are over. Then except for the F&amp;N students, Mr Zaidi isn't in school today so the me, KianWei and HanLong went to the kitchen to join the F&amp;amp;N students and cook bryani. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to play pool after school at Kallang with ShaoLoong, Charles, Dixon, Kevin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played till 5 and left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will get my desired whole new computer, inclusive of my desired whole new set of gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will get a new MP3 or MP4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will earn $2000++ by the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will complete Piano theory and practical Grades 1-8 within 2 years, starting from next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will come up with a portfolio of 50 or more interior design concepts by the year after my O Levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will come up with a portfolio of 50 or more architectural concepts by the year after my O Levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will come up with 50 or more better lyrics by the year after my O Levels and archive my past ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will come up with 50 or more new web layout concepts by the year after my O Levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will play good billiards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will play good ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will gain at least 5kg mostly based on muscles over the next 6months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will pass my N Levels, and excel in my O Levels next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will do everything single, and I mean everything, single, thing I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just some of my small and short-term goals. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It does look like I'm asking and dreaming for too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it ain't impossible if you break each and everyone of them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sure many of you, like me, are or at least have once been "between your friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I mean like when you are on good terms with Friends A,B,C and at the same time also on good terms with Friends D,E,F, but Friends A,B,C are on bad terms with Friends D,E,F. Then one day Friends A,B,C asks you to go to a party with them, and Friends D,E,F asks you to go to another party with them as well, and also assuming they both asked at the same time. Both Friends A,B,C and Friends D,E,F are fully aware that both sides are asking you to join them in going to the parties. This is when you know that if you go with Friends A,B,C then your Friends D,E,F will dislike you and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whenever I come across such a situation, I would call up a third party and join the third party instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now let's say you can't find a third party, and you really wanna party. If you're lucky, either one of the two group of friends would be understanding. If you're judging by which side are you closer to, you will lose the other side, meaning you have to choose between more friends or closer friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay now I'm stuck, I don't have a solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you can't get both sides to party together, and can't split yourself into half, just go home. Or maybe just head somewhere quiet alone. It's actually good to be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I actually headed all the way Raffles Place after school alone a few months back, and I actually enjoyed. Probably because of the peace and many years of memories that place holds for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But places like Novena, which unfornately seems to be less peaceful now but holds some of my memories too, parks, libraries, Marina Bay, any empty green field, any open space, any small cozy but quiet and peaceful places. These are the places to distress if you're lack of facilities around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well of course if you have the facilities, then do what I do. Hit the gym, hold your breath for two laps in the pool, hit the arcade, hit the LAN shops, go play ball, go play billiards alone, go for a jog, punch a bag, play a musical instrument, do some reflections, blast GOOD music, watch comedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know what I'm trying to get at here actually. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe just saying that although I once said friends guide us through life and vice versa, our mistakes guides us too. And mistakes guides us by letting us understanding, friends only guide us without letting us experience. We all need friends, but only when we need them. We don't need them, all the time. When we feel we need them all the time, we're over relying on them. They sometimes over rely on us too, and hence we have to move away from them at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who wants to study out, please do ask me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-8557040739468326593?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8557040739468326593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8557040739468326593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8557040739468326593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8557040739468326593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-went-to-school-for-nothing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8026348833224600564</id><published>2007-09-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:31:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All thoughts which have been emotionalized and mixed with faith begin immediately to translate themselves into their phyiscal equivalent or counterpart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ever wished for something, kept and still is thinking of it, but it just never seems to come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let's take wishing for good results as an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sure every-sane-body out there wants to have good academical results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But how many out there actually takes action to achieve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How many wants to, but "CAN'T" seem to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Usually people can't seem to start taking action because while they think of wanting good results, they subconsciously think of games, friends, outings, parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You see, your emotions are defined by your subconscious thoughts. If you killed somebody, your mind will be filled with it totally, because the thought of it haunts you and thoughts of it fills up your subconscious mind. And suddenly one friend comes up to you and tells you a joke. You won't really laugh, would you? It's because your subconscious mind is scared and guilty, therefore your emotional status would be scared and guilty. Once again, this means that "Your subconscious thoughts defines your emotions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To those who can't seem to start taking actions to achieve good results are going through this. Your subconscious mind and thoughts doesn't put you in the right mood to study. But the mind isn't to be blamed. You should be blamed. Your subconscious thoughts and conscious thoughts have to be on the same path to the same destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If your subconscious thoughts and conscious thoughts are different, then it's like a car with two steering wheel and drivers, one turning to the left, and one turning to the right at the same time. One of the driver is your subconscious thoughts, and the other is your conscious thoughts. If your destination is "Good Results", then both drivers must take the same paths and make the same turns toward "Good Results".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You have to emotionalize and have faith in your wishes, your thoughts, to make them come true. You put emotions and faith into your relationship, to make it come true, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you have no emotion and faith towards your relationship, it would die, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Same for your thoughts. You are afraid you would be a beggar, afraid you won't find a partner, afraid you would one day know nuts about what's going on around the world, because you are poorly educated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So the emotion you obtain from here is fear. Because of the fear emotion, your wish is to get good results to conquer that fear. This is just like fearing that you will lose your partner, and thus you become more faithful to your partner. To be more faithful, you take more actions like understanding your partner more, and doing more for him/her. So because the fear of losing your bright future, your partner, your knowledge constantly haunts you and fills your subconscious mind, you become more and more faithful to your thoughts and wish to get good results. That's when you take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When you don't feel this fear, when you don't feel for your thoughts, when you are totally emotionless about your thoughts and wishes, it means that they won't come true, so start emotionalizing your wishes and thoughts and be faithful to them.&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/16253342-8026348833224600564?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8026348833224600564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8026348833224600564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8026348833224600564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8026348833224600564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-thoughts-which-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7329629425200883803</id><published>2007-09-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:35:44.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first sentence of Jay Chou's Yi Lu Xiang Bei states, "The world that I see in my rearview mirror is soon going to be no longer there as I drive further."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know, but that just got into my mind, and got out of it onto my blog, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Didn't do much today. Ate and walked around at J8 till about 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to the Bishan Library and studied till 6.30, then left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been exceptionally tired for the past 2 days, and today. Whywhywhywhywhy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Think it was July, just when I thought things would've gotten better since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My hopes were crashed and burnt soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And until now, until then. The fragments of my hopes remain undiscovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't ever hope that the fragments of your hopes will be back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A hope that is gone, is gone. Re-hope it. Don't hope for it. Once a hope is gone, it doesn't mean that you can't create another similar hope, you can. But don't. Hope for something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sweeping up the fragments of my hopes and dumping them into my recycle bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This recycle bin of mine recycles my hope well. It recycles my hopes of earning $100 in a day into hopes of earning $1,000,000 in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I so feel like bringing Thomson CC's punching bag home right now.&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/16253342-7329629425200883803?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7329629425200883803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7329629425200883803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7329629425200883803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7329629425200883803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-sentence-of-jay-chous-yi-lu-xiang.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2612852455609960399</id><published>2007-09-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:30:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/RuU63G8czfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X2LvZmPCHMI/s1600-h/fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108554070753070578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/RuU63G8czfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X2LvZmPCHMI/s400/fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/RuU1WG8czeI/AAAAAAAAABs/Rtuam4gp2z8/s1600-h/fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 2005, look at the flaws. The only thing successfully done in this picture is that the car is actually not moving, and made to look as though it's moving. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went for lunch at J8's macs today, then borrowed a ball from Bjorn to play at Terence's house after school today. Played till 6 and left. Here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, I've my geography notes and worksheets out. I want to study, but I'm not doing so, I can't seem to start. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I must say my life has changed stupendously over the past few months, and year. I mean personally. I think I've changed for the better and I have to thank a few books for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Book 1: Dare To Fail, by Billi P.S. Lim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Book 2: Rich Dad, Poor Dad, by Robert T. Kiyosaki with Sharon L. Lechter, C.P.A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Book 3: The Secret, by Rhonda Byrnes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Book 4: The 6 Biggest Decisions You'll Ever Make, by Sean Covey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Book 5: Think And Grow Rich, by Napoleon Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But after reading this books, I realized actually people don't need them to really start living life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We've always been told to make goals. I now see why, I now know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We've always been saying life is meaningless. We are on Earth for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I agree, why are we on Earth? We study so hard, we work so hard, we fall in love, we spend our lives with our loved ones. And still die at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then again, if you agree, why not just die? Why bother living on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you can't bear to die and leave your friends and loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are you going to just live on just because you can't bear to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are you going to live on just to spend more time with your friends and loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are you going to live on FOR your friends, your loved ones, and yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I would choose to live on FOR my friends, my loved ones and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But since there's no meaning, we have to create them. By choosing to live on, our first 3 meanings are already there. For our friends, for our loved ones, for ourselves. For our friends, we live to see them through life, and they do the same, we guide each other. We don't want to see anyone of ourselves fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For our loved ones, usually our parents and grandparents give us a kick start in life, and to thank them, we have to make sure they leave peacefully. How we can do so and what we can do for ourselves are interlinked. We've to create meanings for ourselves in life, that's how we start living. We live to fulfill our meaning. We live up to the definition of each and every one of us. Have you ever fell in love? You'd do anything for that crush of yours, right? You know why? Because each time you do a thing for him/her, you are living for him/her, you feel good working towards your goal, and he/her is your goal. And you are willing to do so because you want to obtain him/her, and you know one way is to live for him/her. So now, go and discover your talents, discover your interests, make what interests you the most be your goal in life. Make it part of your career, or your entire career. If you like playing piano, and that's what you're born for, you'd definitely want to be a pianist earning big money and fame. If you're born a pianist but you end up owning restaurants all over the world. Wow, you've made it big, in something that you don't enjoy. Congratulations. I know my goals, I'm into music, I'm into computers, I'm into graphics designing and web building, I'm into architecture and interior design. I can conclude I'm more to the creativity-required career kind of a guy. My goals are set toward there, and I'm making sure whatever I do brings me to that side of life. Start making yours, if you are screwed up about what you want, like maybe you like to drive, but you hate cars. That's kind of contradicting, but anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So damn it, in terms of sport, motorsports are one of my favourite. I always get my parents to let me drive the car whenever we're at some empty carpark. I get to. But I've always hated driving a Mitsubishi Space Wagon, a small Rover, an old Nissan Sunny. But as I got to know more about cars, or rather, vehicles which include trucks, planes, ships. From the vehicle's body material all the way down to what's deep inside the engine, I can confidently say that I more or less am able to tune a car for better performance now. So be it, whether it's Mr. Bean's cooper, a lorry, or a MacLaren, as long as I get to drive, I'll feel good. It's as though I'm controlling something I know inside-out, I'm in command. Start working out your goals, live towards it, failures aren't failures. Failures are guidelines. I'm actually happy that I've failed big time over some stuffs. Because my goals now are more refined. My path in life now requires much less guidelines. Makes me feel like a pro. I can live life without being guided as much as others. Can you? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-2612852455609960399?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2612852455609960399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2612852455609960399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2612852455609960399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2612852455609960399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/year-2005-look-at-flaws.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/RuU63G8czfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X2LvZmPCHMI/s72-c/fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342.post-6041456909623773749</id><published>2007-09-09T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:03:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sick. Just came home from the Singapore's Symphony Orchestra concert at my mom's work place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did nothing much today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Often in life, we suddenly drift further away from some of the people we know, and at the same time also suddenly get closer to some others. I wonder why. I don't really keep much evidence or records of the drifting and bonding process between me and my friends. I only have MSN chatlogs, friendster testimonials, past blog entries, and their, or if you're my friend, your blog's past entries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I browsed through all of these today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I pretty much have my conclusion of why do we tend to become closer and further away from our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You see, there are two kinds of people in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those who keeps friends because they are always there, they support you, they need you, you need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And those who keeps friends because they are cool, they are rich, they have status, they are famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Try this, make friends with someone. Get close to him or her slowly. Let's say this friend of yours is Friend A. Then after afew weeks or months of knowing him or her, get Friend B of yours to know Friend A as well. Get Friend B to tell Friend A bad stuffs about you, get Friend B to tell Friend A that you fall in love with 3 different girls/guys within a week, that you don't know any of the IN things, that you are stupid, that you are hated by many others. After which, go and talk to Friend A like you always do, and see the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are many Friend Bs out there. I mean those that will do this kind of shit automatically. They automatically tell Friend A bad stuffs there can be untrue about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've experienced this before, many of us have. Sucks right? But at least we know there are some people out there who are very afraid of what we have, what we can have, therefore they have to resort to such methods to show us how desperate they are for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-6041456909623773749?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6041456909623773749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6041456909623773749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6041456909623773749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6041456909623773749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1629264091470250084</id><published>2007-09-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:33:21.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blasting music into your ears while on the treadmill. - It feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know, I stopped after 3 songs which was about 9minutes and realized I didn't jog or walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But yeah, all the heavy panting came immediately after I stopped. I'm not a runner, hence I think 9 minutes without jogging and walking is quite an achievement. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can't we just be grateful for what we have? Can't we just be content?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So many people claim to not have enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the fact is, everybody has everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Having a mind simply means having everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What you think is what you are, what you think is what you get. You just have to know how to do it properly. Thinking to get what you want is just like taking a national examination. You do it wrongly, you don't get your certificate. I mentioned the correct way to do it before. That is to think of what you want predominantly. And think this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Instead of "I don't want to be late", think "I will be early".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Instead of "I don't want to go bankrupt", think "I will earn more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Instead of "I don't want to lose you", think "I will secure our relationship".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As for the question a friend of mine asked me about family relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here's what he asked, "What if I am one who runs away from home and goes back there only like once a week?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He is of my age, 16, who obtained an aggregate of 263 for his PSLE, 4 years back. He was friendly, he was a true and loyal friend, and still is. But he was never a good son. Now, although he is still a loyal and true friend, he is also a loyal and true gangster. He gets into fights, he gets into robberies of roadside stalls, stealing, trafficks drugs and consumes them(I'm not talking about just cigarettes, I'm talking about methamphetamines, cocaine, ecstacy, ketamine, rohypnol, GHB, etc. These are better known as ice, coke, X, kit kat, r-2, and liquid X.) Don't expect a 263 aggregator to simply play around with cigarettes and little common fights, that would be a disgrace to his ancestors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;His parents were hardly home, they were out there making big bucks, and are rather unreasonable. We know our parents are reasonable actually. They are just lazy to be reasonable as they refuse to accept the fact that we are in the right and they are in the wrong, because they are afraid we might be lecturing them more than they do, it's like taking away their pride. They refuse to swallow their pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even though he is a true gangster, unlike those common ones you see boasting around in school and in your neighbourhood. He is still a family member, who doesn't like conflicts and cold wars of any sort within the family. He said my post didn't cover and wouldn't solve his problem. But I told him, "Since you said you go home only once or twice a week, how on Earth would you know if your problem could be solved with my suggestions?" And that's when I received my thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The power of the mind is infinite. Realize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;What? Regret? So how am I supposed to react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;No wait, I don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;One should live with one own's choices. :D&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/16253342-1629264091470250084?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1629264091470250084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1629264091470250084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1629264091470250084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1629264091470250084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/blasting-music-into-your-ears-while-on.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3626528036123771789</id><published>2007-09-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:30:01.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first part of this post is for &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;, and of course, all other smokers( more to the teenage ones ). Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here it is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Tobacco is addictive. Cigarettes contain nicotine - a powerfully addictive subtance. Three-fourths of young people who use tobacco continue to do so because they find it hard to quit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Nicotine is poisonous. Nicotine is the tobacco plant's natural protection from being eaten by insects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop for drop it's three times deadlier than arsenic. Within eight seconds of the first puff, nicotine hits the brain and begins the addictive process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Tobacco kills. Smoking is the most common cause of lung cancer and is also a leading cause of cancer of the mouth, throat, bladder, pancreas and kidney. Smokeless tobacco can cause mouth cancer, tooth loss, and other health problems. Because your body is still growing, smoking is especially bad for teens. And shockingly, roughly one-third of the teens who become regular smokers when under age 18 will eventually die from a tobacco-related disease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for pool today with Jerome, Kevin, Dixon, ShaoLoong, JiaSheng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spent about $10 for the day, and now I'm left with 30cents.. How wonderful is that. Think I should just engage a financial assistant/manager.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody asked me questions about my previous post. I shall talk about it in my next post, I'm tired now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I've been listening to Mario Vazquez's One Shot continuously today. It's nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyric:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a builder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you'd have a castle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To rival the highest mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I were a billionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd give you every material thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But unfortunately all I have to give to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is an imperfect heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's a heart that beats only for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to this girl if you give me one shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will love you forever now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No man will do you better now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a risk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you give me one shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will show you your the only girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the world who can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me this feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, that's how I feel about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your one in a million&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather die than live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you give me one shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can do it girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talkin' 'bout love in the mornin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you want it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything you need you can call me for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now girl I'm only human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm full of many faults&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm guaranteed to fall short (guaranteed to fall)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll never hear about me cheating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I never would betray your trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will look to you and only you for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I treat your soul like it was mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a privilege to me to breathe your air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't that say that I care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talkin' all my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But unfortunately all I have to give to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is an imperfect heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's a heart that beats only for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talkin' 'bout everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of your days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I practically love all of Mario's songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't apologise. You doubted my judgment. I gave you warnings, I gave you hints, I gave you sneak previews of what the present would be like, back then. As for what happened today, just assume it never did. Go to bed.&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/16253342-3626528036123771789?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3626528036123771789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3626528036123771789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3626528036123771789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3626528036123771789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-part-of-this-post-is-for-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6064185000536668039</id><published>2007-09-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:37:43.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some things we can't decide. Things like who our siblings are, what our past is like. Yes, so sorry, but you are stuck with your father, your mother, your brothers, your sisters, your relatives. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And because this is so, choosing what to do to that feeling which exists between you and them is considered one of the biggest decisions you'll ever make in life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to care for each other, respect each other and love each other? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or are you going to care for yourself, disrespect each other and ignore them as and when you like? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to build the relationship? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or are you going to run away from it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to talk through your problems? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or are you going to fight about them? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you're dumb and stupid, I think you would choose to care for each other, respect each other, love each other, build the relationship and talk through your problems. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This might be hard. Some might think it's impossible to go about it. I haven't really thought of any solutions because I don't need one.. But I think I should be able to whip something up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got this from Nickelback's If Everyone Cared, and I think it plays an important role in changing your relationships between you and your family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that you have to Swallow Your Pride. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words like "Sorry", "I love you", "Thank You" and "Please" might sound and seem small, non-affecting. So... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy A : 1. Get me a cup of coffee as well / 2. Get me a cup of coffee as well please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy B makes Guy A a cup of coffee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy A : 1. Remains silent. / 2. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compare the conversation with 1. and with 2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't deny it, there's a difference. Put yourselves in both Guy A and B's shoes. I shan't elaborate anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you are wondering, "Haha, Sorry but I won't even get a chance to get any of my siblings to make me a cup of coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe it's because you have quarreled with them? Temporary quarrels shan't be talked about, as the next day would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The main thing here is quarrels, fights, or conflicts that has started very long ago, since young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There is one thing that needs to be understood. Every family member does not like it when there's a conflict within the family. You must agree, if you disagree, you have no brains, you're dumb, you should just die. You don't like conflicts, you don't want to quarrel and fight with your family. Do you know why you think like this? Because you're thinking in terms of FAMILY. So in other words, everyone  else in your family is thinking this way too. That particular someone in your family whom you have a big problem with feels this way too. He or she does not like quarreling and fighting with you, he or she hates it. But if everyone thinks this way, why does the conflict still carry on? This is because none is smart enough and daring enough to swallow his or her pride, and just apologise. You might think it's giving in. Yes. You can say sorry to someone in school, and he will go around saying, "I won, he lost, he said sorry to me. He's a loser." But at home, it's different. When you say sorry, the other party might not know how to react, he or she might act as though you aren't forgiven. But deep down inside, both of you have forgiven each other since a long time ago. When you say sorry, you make yourself higher in position, in the family. Because when you are in charge of apologising, the other party is in charge of making things up to you more than you have to. You won't regret doing this. After doing this, start using the rest of the little words that creates huge differences. "Sorry", "I love you", "Thank You", "Please".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No regrets, no remorses. Trust me on this. &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/16253342-6064185000536668039?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6064185000536668039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6064185000536668039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6064185000536668039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6064185000536668039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-are-some-things-we-cant-decide_05.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1178444947292594874</id><published>2007-09-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:34:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is more or less a warm up for tomorrow.. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The contents of this post just came to my mind and I felt like getting it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many people claims that life has been unfair to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They can come up with stupid reasons such as, "Because I can't score well for my papers, but others can.", "Because I'm ugly.", "Because I am not as rich.". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To people who are like this, you know I'm trying to say you're stupid. Yes I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your hearts know if I'm referring to you. I don't know what to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just compare yourself, your excuses with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You claim to not be able to study, but have you really tried focusing really hard like those who obtain straight As do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you say you are ugly, are you ugly outside, or ugly outside and inside? Have you seen people who doesn't really have a face? Have you seen those whose facial features seem to be mixed up big time and still live life very happily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not rich? Have you really started making money? I don't mean working at MacDonalds, I don't mean being a promoter and earning commissions of up to thousands. I mean making Big money. I mean making millions. And being rich is only having lots of money. Being rich doesn't mean that your money is clean. If you have lots of money, and it's clean money. You're not rich, you're wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To those who don't fall into this category, I assume you are really treated unfairly in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let me define who you can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You could possibly be one who grows up in a home where you are abused and made to feel worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Be it, by your parents, your grandparents, your brother(s), your sister(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You would be asking, "What did I do to deserve this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I grow up in a home where I don't get abused. My brothers bullied me before, but that ain't considered abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Although life has been fair, I often thought it wasn't. And asked, "What did I do to deserve this life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My brothers are big sized, my parents aren't thin. But here I am, small sized, and high metalobic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I asked why am I not in a family with two sons, living in a landed property, with 2 or more luxrious cars, a chauffeur, and get thousands of dollars from my parents each month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I then came to think about genes. They say, kids usually resemble their parents. Because of their genes. So they tend to be and live like their parents. I thought, maybe my ancestors are like that, that's why my parents are too. This genetical thing is like "deciding" what we will be like. I refuse to let it decide that I will live like this in the future. I decide that I will live a completely different and much better lifestyle than this. Even though this is considered good. Here, if anyone has the same thoughts as I do, I call us the cycle-breakers. Cycle-breakers are people who defies the genetical inheritance, and changes the lives of themselves. Their genes will then be passed down their generations. Better genes at that. You break the cycle, you make your life better, you make your genes better. You pass them down. You change your whole family's genetical cycle. Think of it this way, you are in your family because you are The Chosen One. You are Chosen to change your family's life for the better. Those who follow the genetical inheritance are those who have failed to change the genetical cycle. So don't fail. Change your family's genetical cycle and genetical characteristics for the better. Start living life happy, start loving, start forgiving, start possessing all the good characteristics, start doing all the good stuffs. All this will be in your genes, and will be passed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-1178444947292594874?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1178444947292594874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1178444947292594874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1178444947292594874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1178444947292594874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-post-is-more-or-less-warm-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6724979639301552931</id><published>2007-09-04T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:33:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'N' Level's Chinese and Social Studies paper is over and done with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really bother about Chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was Social Studies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first it went quite well, I answered according to the sequence I memorised from the model answers Ms Vasuki gave us. But later on while doing the second, or the last section, I had not enough time for the last question. It was worth 10 marks. So the answer I gave for the last question was kind of sloppy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Overall I'm still kind of confident though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorrow's English paper one and two. I'm flipping through the thesaurus for alternative words to substitute as many words as I can tomorrow. I don't really like the way the school marks our English paper in such a way whereby I manage to score only 58.5 for the my preliminaries. Pretty much dashed my mood when I got to know about it. Oh well, glad I had a warning before taking the real thing, which is tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are some people out there who wants people to praise them. They need these praises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because they have low self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They might talk to you about certain stuffs like muscles for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Saying this guy, that guy's muscles are nice, big. Then suddenly asks you to look at his, and asks you if his or hers is good. He or she wants you to say yes, when you say no, he or she will then go around telling people something like, "He says my muscles are small, as though his is very big, zzz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;These people have low self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;These people don't accept facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;These people don't even know facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;These people can't tell fact from fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just tell them the facts. They won't accept it, but just tell them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-6724979639301552931?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6724979639301552931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6724979639301552931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6724979639301552931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6724979639301552931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/n-levels-chinese-and-social-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3593996056285664894</id><published>2007-09-02T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:30:00.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had no plans for the day, so I studied SS ( I was just flipping through the pages ) for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quoted from Mariah Carey's Through The Rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's okay, what you say is&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And if you keep falling down don't you dare give in&lt;br /&gt;You will arise safe and sound, so keep pressing on steadfastly&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find what you need to prevail&lt;br /&gt;You will make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs appealed to me when they're played by my computer as I opened every single song in my computer in one playlist. This song, as well, is telling us that as long as we tell ourselves we can make it, we will make it. See 1st, 2nd line and last line, it says, "It's okay, what you say is, I can make it through the rain. You will make it through the rain".&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up, I thought about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My primary schoolmates. My primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Our primary schools pretty much decides our mindset, our view of life.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, if I skipped everything and simply passed PSLE, and get into GuangYang.&lt;br /&gt;Would I be who I am today? I must say, that primary school of mine. Ai Tong.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't just a good school, but a powerful school. A school that boosted all students' lives.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said a few lines back, good primary schools "builds" our mind by preparing us well for the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about now, but back then, it was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Can be looked as as an insult, but this isn't.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my primary schoolmates and compare them with others in their school, or even in those in my school. There's just this difference. I mean this in terms of IQ, EQ, PQ, SQ.&lt;br /&gt;They all have totally different point of views. They all have different reactions. They all have different level of determination, perseverance. They interact and communicate differently. They absorb differently. They share differently. It's like we all have minds built by the very same builder. But this builder of ours purposely built us so differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's as though this builder saw the signboard saying, " There are many minds built here, join them! "&lt;br /&gt;And he or she decided to not build there like all other builders did. Instead, he or she went far away to find a piece of rather empty land, and started building our minds there. This way, he or she made us outstanding. He or she made our minds easily recognisable by the way we speak, we think, we react, we do, we show, we hide, we live. But not forgetting that, on that land, there are other minds built there as well. These few minds enjoy more space, which means less conflicts over space. Whereas the minds built on a piece of land where minds are crammed together often have conflicts with each other. The few minds with more space grow up with more peace, less conflict. The minds with less space grow up with more conflict, less peace. Our minds grow up in different conditions. That pretty much defines who we are today. What kind of a person are we. With whom do we have more in common. Those with grow in a bad enviroment. Some live with it, and follow it. Thinking that life is like that. And thinks that those who grow up in a good enviroment are the outcasts. That's not the fact. Some grow up in a bad enviroment, knows about the good enviroment, and brings him or herself into the good enviroment by living like and maybe, with them. They are the winners among those who grow up in the bad enviroment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;IQ - Intelligence Quotient&lt;br /&gt;EQ - Emotional Quotient&lt;br /&gt;PQ - Physical Quotient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQ - Spiritual Quotient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-3593996056285664894?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3593996056285664894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3593996056285664894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3593996056285664894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3593996056285664894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-no-plans-for-day-so-i-studied-ss-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4181129537605292347</id><published>2007-09-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:38:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5n2hceqI/AAAAAAAAABM/7-IFCEanDzo/s1600-h/eyes+of.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245378158820002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5n2hceqI/AAAAAAAAABM/7-IFCEanDzo/s200/eyes+of.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5oGhcerI/AAAAAAAAABU/vNJAAP1av08/s1600-h/signature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245382453787314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5oGhcerI/AAAAAAAAABU/vNJAAP1av08/s200/signature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature for designs, Year2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5oWhcesI/AAAAAAAAABc/XeTMrtbIyGc/s1600-h/hand.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245386748754626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5oWhcesI/AAAAAAAAABc/XeTMrtbIyGc/s200/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3vWhcenI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-g9yPvqNlxY/s1600-h/gyss+it+club.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105243307984583282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3vWhcenI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-g9yPvqNlxY/s200/gyss+it+club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was supposingly for the school's IT club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3vmhceoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nSGFQ42ekr0/s1600-h/xqblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105243312279550594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3vmhceoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nSGFQ42ekr0/s200/xqblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever natural abilities I possess, disagrees with education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3v2hcepI/AAAAAAAAABE/U-p-eu3Ty1E/s1600-h/brenson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105243316574517906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3v2hcepI/AAAAAAAAABE/U-p-eu3Ty1E/s200/brenson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew this for my younger brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3R2hceiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xMlgv4FetxY/s1600-h/Gaming.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105242801178442274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3R2hceiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xMlgv4FetxY/s200/Gaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gaming Spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3SGhcejI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pYjd-qr7Wq0/s1600-h/xerqion.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105242805473409586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3SGhcejI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pYjd-qr7Wq0/s200/xerqion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xerqion Media? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3SmhcekI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BI-7nRIgbjM/s1600-h/ThinkOutOfTheBox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105242814063344194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3SmhcekI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BI-7nRIgbjM/s200/ThinkOutOfTheBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the inability to logically think and reason, out of the box?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3TGhcelI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gKQZaY7vdsg/s1600-h/nihilizm_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105242822653278802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3TGhcelI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gKQZaY7vdsg/s200/nihilizm_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nihilizm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3TmhcemI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CMYb9dNVgJE/s1600-h/thestyle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105242831243213410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl3TmhcemI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CMYb9dNVgJE/s200/thestyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Style(I felt stupid after I made this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked through my adobe photoshop's portfolio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I should upload some of my very first few designs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-4181129537605292347?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4181129537605292347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4181129537605292347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4181129537605292347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4181129537605292347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-was-supposing-for-schools-it-club.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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://bp2.blogger.com/_FIvH_IK5RQY/Rtl5n2hceqI/AAAAAAAAABM/7-IFCEanDzo/s72-c/eyes+of.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342.post-4833057461357400370</id><published>2007-09-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:18:18.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was kind of fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Celebrated Teachers' Day. Went to J8 to meet up with Aaron, Aisha, PingEn, Shane, Jonathan, and afew others. They didn't tell me that a movie was planned, I wasn't really in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So luckily Lydia called and asked me to meet up with her and some others back at AiTong Primary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They were YuZhi, Senky, Benjamin, KokSheng. There's more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I then received a message from Lydia requesting a pick up from the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then Keith came minutes later, and then we went to YuZhi's house as he needed to get some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When we were leaving for J8, ThyeChuan joined us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We ate at J8, and yet another person joined us, ZhiWei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She brought clothes for me and Lydia so that we could enter arcades and stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Keith had to leave for tuition, Senky decided to leave.. And after a long time's discussion, we decided to head to Ang Mo Kio Hub. Slacked at nEbO, ate more. Then Lydia went home for awhile. YuZhi and ZhiWei left. Me, Benjamin, ThyeChuan and KokSheng walked around again... And Benjamin left. Then it was about 9.. We went to the arcade, walked around even more until Lydia called and said she couldn't get out of the house, and asked us to go over instead. So we went, talked, talked, and talked till 11+ and left for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some guy just told me about my blog being similar to Adam Khoo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So I read his blog, and found out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;His blog, as well, mentions and speaks about the Law Of Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here's how he puts it, I'll just simply quote a part of his post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;" Now, even if you may not be a religious person, remember that whatever we ask for, we will attract with our thoughts. THis is known as the Law of Attraction. The powerful message that we can take away is this…&lt;br /&gt;When you ask for wealth, money will not fall from the sky. Instead, you will be given the opportunity to become wealthy. And remember that opportunities always come hidden as problems.&lt;br /&gt;When you ask for confidence, God will not make you confident. Instead, you will be given opportunities to build your self confidence. Maybe, there is a chance for you to volunteer as a leader, give a speech, stand up to a bully etc…&lt;br /&gt;If you wish for people to love you, you will not have people come up to you suddenly and give you hugs. Instead, you may start to notice opportiunities where you can give your love and kindness to others, thereby giving them them chance to love you. Is there something kind that you could do for a friend or loved one today?&lt;br /&gt;If you wish for happiness, you will not wake up one day feeling happy for no reason. Again, you will begin to notice opportuniies where you can perform random acts of kindness to friends, family, strangers and even animals. And I guarantee that doing it will make you feel happy. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Adam Khoo, &lt;a href="http://www.adam-khoo.com/"&gt;http://www.adam-khoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I listened to Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston's When You Believe afew days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I thought that it would be a good song to relate to the Law Of Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The chorus says, "There can be miracles, when you believe, who knows what miracles you can achieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To be able to start with an end in mind means that you already believe in it, and therefore you will make it. So if you rearrange the words, it will mean that when you believe in it, you already have an end in mind. You already know what's the outcome, when you believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The time now is 12:34AM, I'm tired of staring at the computer and therefore I should study. &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/16253342-4833057461357400370?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4833057461357400370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4833057461357400370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4833057461357400370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4833057461357400370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-kind-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2213388772333406953</id><published>2007-08-30T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:27:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction, I shall talk about it once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's a definition of everything happening around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything that happens now, is happening according to a law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This law is the Law Of Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This law states that, "Like Attracts Like".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What does this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The following are examples of what that means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. Cool people attracts cool people to be their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Nerds attract nerds to be their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. Rich people who owns retaurants attract the rich customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. Poor people working in a hawker centre attract the poor customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5. People who loves getting into trouble attracts trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;6. People who avoids trouble gets peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7. People who uses vulgarities as though it's their language hears vulgarities all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you haven't understand, or don't know what I'm trying to say, it's simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm trying to tell you that, you are what you think, you get what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The word "Think" here doesn't simply means think. It means to think very deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You know that our thoughts are classified into two types. Conscious and Subconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To get what you are thinking, you have to think about it predominantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Meaning you have to think about it consciously, and subconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you want to be $10 richer today, you must think "I will be $10 richer today," both consciously and subconsciously. What we often are doing now is that we consciously think, "I will be $10 richer today," but we don't realize that subconsciously, we are thinking, "But how is that possible? How can my thoughts make me richer without going to work? I've failed all my papers, that means I'm down on my luck, I definitely won't be able to be $10 richer today because of my bad luck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is why, we often don't get what we want. You never know, when you really think about it, you don't have to think about how you are going to achieve it, leave that to the Universe, leave that to your body's electrical charges that goes out into the Universe, causing the Universe to change and adapt to your thoughts. When you think about how, you are also thinking "I can't figure out how, so it's impossible for it to happen," so it won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you're wondering, "How do I know what am I thinking subconsciously? If it's subconscious, that means I won't be aware of what I'm thinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No, you will know what you are thinking subconsciously. Do you realize that whenever you think of something, for some reason flashes of other stuffs would just come into your mind from time to time, and sometimes just comes in and refuses to go out? Those are what you're subconsciously thinking. So here's what to do, before you focus on something, think about firstly all the good stuffs, because you think of good stuffs, you get good stuffs. So after you think good stuffs, you slowly not just think of good stuffs, but good stuffs related to what you want. Always start with an end in mind. This means, when you start doing something, have a goal. Picture yourself completing that thing already. When you've done that, you know what you will want to be, what you will gain, and what you will be when you're doing it. Although you haven't done it, the result hasn't come to reality, but you've pictured it before, you've pictured the glory, the benefit, the sense of satisfactory before, and you know it's what you want. You will work towards it, your body and mind will be distracted by your willpower and thus you won't suffer as much as when you have no willpower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like bringing your reputation down while thinking you're bringing it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like using up your self-esteem in the present, and leaving none for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like having the wrong level of self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like thinking people believes your words, but they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like a liar telling others that he or she is a liar. They would act as if they believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like being a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being arrogant is just like assuming you have everything, but the facts proves wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is for an internal problem today.. Between the people of the.. 4Ns? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-2213388772333406953?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2213388772333406953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2213388772333406953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2213388772333406953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2213388772333406953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/law-of-attraction-i-shall-talk-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6024991144317769728</id><published>2007-08-29T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:03:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been long since I last had my hands on adobe photoshop and web building.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think I shall leave my blog like this till end of N Levels, and then make a perfect template for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have further observed how much the trust between friends can cause each other to follow into their believes, their mistakes, their doings, their characteristics, or maybe I should just say, how much the trust between friends can cause them to become each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laughter at Bishan Library and J8 today with Benjamin, Kevin, Fabian, Dixon was crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of certain stuffs we decided to do yesterday, we now know how good it feels helping someone gain his or her love back after losing it. That sense of accomplishment, and how much one can change from not having something to having something. It's good. I believe we'll be treated to a meal soon too. :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And also, that matter over the post, I believe although I wasn't being understood directly, it is put to rest, indirectly too, but still put to rest. Elaboration on how it's done shan't be posted up, at the most request the chatlog from me and I'll consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Razer DB's right click has worn out, it isn't responding well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My headset has worn out as well, the sound doesn't balance well, maybe it's my soundcard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My speakers as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My mouse pad has stains, so much for $38.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My harddisk has practically no more space left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My disk drive is faulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My graphic card is faulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My monitor flickers for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My monitor displays disproportionately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My keyboard isn't sensitive enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This calls for a new computer, and a totally new gear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;" Seek first to understand, then to be understood. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I apply this all the time, but when it comes to situations whereby, I seek to understand, but all I understand is that the opposition just either can't or wouldn't understand me. That's where I get stucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whenever you meet such situations, don't you feel as though it's holding you back in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter what, it's just an obstacle. Usually obstacles like this are optional. You can choose to challenge yourself to these obstacles, or just avoid them. There's one thing about these obstacles that needs to be known. And it's that almost all these optional obstacles are just like erroneous questions in your examinations that can't be answered and will be cancelled out or edited later. Meaning these obstacles will either fail in life totally, or be changed by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I rushed through this post , I don't know how comprehensible is it, but anyway. :I&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/16253342-6024991144317769728?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6024991144317769728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6024991144317769728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6024991144317769728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6024991144317769728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-long-since-i-last-had-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4010721297116139733</id><published>2007-08-28T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:13:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school was  all about studying here, then studying there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;During school shall come in eventually later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, looks like philisophical and meanings-hiding styles of writing really doesn't get any message across. So if I'm not wrong, the only thing that gets messages across is straightforwardness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Why do people tend to assume stuffs before knowing every single fact of the situation? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cressebella, I've come to find out about your blog through certain people. They don't matter here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway here's what I have to say. With straightforwardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You've got your facts wrong. Point 4 of your announcements to the world in your post of 27th August, the very first sentence. The answer is, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Please tell me how have I humiliated him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- My shit problem? I don't think there would be any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Humiliate me? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I am telling you right now, I did not confront Darren. It all started when Fabian and some others got to know about it. And as Darren was walking beside them, TOWARDS me and Kevin, Fabian chose to talk to Darren about what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess what, he called me over, and so, why not? So then people, even those I don't know and those who don't know me came and surrounded not just Darren, but both of us (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I don't play by back up, but yeah I do need moral support at times. What if I tell you that I never bothered calling any backup? They just happen to be there. Trust me, if you were there, with curiosity and herd instincts, you would surround both of us as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Why did I ask want he wants when he wants nothing? Okay, after he assumed that I was referring to him, I actually bothered typing a long post of explanation. But guess what, he responded with more offensive words and sentences? So whose looking for trouble here? Don't tell me that asking for face-to-face is asking for trouble, because it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I said shit about him first? Here, I must say again, what makes you think I'm referring to him? What makes him think so? Today he asked me, "Why so coincident?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;How am I supposed to answer that? "Oh because God wanted it like that." ? Come on, if you know how to use the word "Coincident" or "Coincidence", then think about how did the word come about. The answer is simply because it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I talk until so fucked up? Consider the factors, I didn't ask for it to happen today, I admit this was gonna happen, but not like this, not today. And another thing, as facial expression changes, the mood changes, and so does your tone. Please do understand this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I did not ignore. I did not hear you at all. Why would I react to scoldings from out of the class, or even in the class? I know when I deserve them. So when I don't, I ain't sensitive to any at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Darren doesn't really seem offended, maybe just unhappy, but you speak as though you're offended than he is. Nice friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Freako Bastard... Seems to be like "Freak, bastard".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Grammatically and vocabularily, or err, "English-ly?" this two words don't fit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darren, I don't know if you mind me mentioning your name, but since it already was, so just let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You told Fabian I spoke as though I wanted to pick a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You refused to accept that coincidences happen. You asked why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You were clearly, infront of everyone stating that the stuffs in your blog are indeed referring to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- But you later said you didn't mention any names, so I've been thinking too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- If so, I never mentioned names too, so what makes you think it's you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- No wait, it is a fact that I wasn't referring to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- If coincidences don't happen, the word won't even exist. Friends living at two different ends of the country wouldn't be "near" to each other at least 2 times a month, 24times a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I admit I did speak a bit harshly, it's because facial expression counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm looking forward to both of your responds, I don't know if both of you are able to read it by today, so for the next one or two days, if I see anymore complies that says "Let's carry on like this", then I'll do the confrontation, don't worry about big groups, I would let it all happen behind the scenes. And Cressebella, looks indeed do deceive, it's true. The opposite of innocent can mean afew things. The opposite if innocent can mean demonic, devilish, guilty, experienced, pretentious, sophisticated, complicated etc. I don't know in what way am I not innocent to you. But accept this facts based on the opposite meanings of "Innocent" that I can think of.They are that  I am not demonic, I am not devilish, I am not guilty, I might be sophisticated and complicated, I can be pretentious, and my level of experiences vary depending on what's the subject.&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/16253342-4010721297116139733?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4010721297116139733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4010721297116139733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4010721297116139733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4010721297116139733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-school-was-all-about-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2024466894316621879</id><published>2007-08-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:42:08.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school was Adam Khoo's Learning Technologies' Booster Session that lasted till 5.30PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To think that I was actually demotivated? Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The trainer in charge was Freddy, we were basically thinking frog, prata and teh tarik throughout the session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate at J8's KFC with Charles, Kevin, Dixon, headed to Thomson CC to study for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Met Wei Lun, I almost couldn't recognise him. :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now, surprisingly and disappointingly, to you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pointers, take them or leave them. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I posted certain stuffs about love blindness, I post stuffs about wisdom, love, and so on as it's somehow my trend in blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I mentioned, "refer to my previous post for a rough idea".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I meant that you should refer to my previous post to understand why did I post about love blindness, the world doesn't revolve around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You assumed my post on love blindness is referring to you, don't worry, I'd be at least a bit suspicious if I were you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You assumed, and went on with your assumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You, following your assumption, makes it sound as though I post to spike you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I explained in the post before this about many stuffs I think you had mistaken. I don't know which part you didn't understand, or maybe it was my poor English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- So you, in your second respond, claim again that my post is referring to you, when I tried to get the message across to you that I wasn't, and you should find out more before you make your assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You said you're not finding fault, and asked me to think again if I think so, I don't know but that somehow seems like you're pushing the title of being the "Fault-Finder" to me just incase anything happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Whether you accept it or not, I will understand. But you are the one, without knowing what's going on between me and my other friends, assumed that my post is referring to you, and you responded. I read one of your recent post, saying you haven't lost or something because those barkers don't anger you and don't bother you. Something like that, I didn't memorise it. But if it doesn't bother you, why bother replying, why posting up special posts just for them, why bother filling your minds with insults and pushing out better thoughts just for this barkers? You can think that I hereby am somehow calling myself a barker, because I claim you wasted your brain cells responding to my post, in which you didn't have to because you got it all so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You can say you've won, you can say I've lost, but I can also say I've never competed against you, have you competed against me? Was I a challenge? If so, wow thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You can say I'm jealous, you can ask me to give up. But hey, does this thing rmake you feel you're in total control of me or what? It had better not be, otherwise I would feel sorry for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- You said you ain't the one who started it, you're implying that I started it from my point of view. But scroll up and read, read my previous two posts, the fact that I started nothing cannot be changed. You assumed stuffs yourself, you started it with yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Yeah the first paragraph of your post is offending, so your mind is able to tell you that it is offending, and you are posting it up still. So what does that mean? You're trying to offend me? Seems like some kind of miscommunication within oneself. But I must tell you, such stuffs don't offend me, they just appeal to me as an attempt to. If you were really trying to offend me, then try harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- If lets say you want to offend me, it will only be face to face. Online and &lt;strong&gt;behind-the-back &lt;/strong&gt;stuffs are done &lt;strong&gt;behind &lt;/strong&gt;the monitor, the person because of &lt;strong&gt;certain reasons&lt;/strong&gt;. Handphone stuffs are done &lt;strong&gt;through the network&lt;/strong&gt;, also for &lt;strong&gt;certain reasons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- If you think I'm interfereing your life with your girl, please do point out in what ways am I doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- I advice you only respond to this post only if you are completely sure that you understand this post, and the previous two posts &lt;strong&gt;fully&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Because from your respond to my previous post, it only tells me that almost not even a percent of my message to you got across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can always ask me about my posts if you ain't sure about your understanding towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-2024466894316621879?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2024466894316621879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2024466894316621879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2024466894316621879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2024466894316621879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-school-was-adam-khoos-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5523758213648053424</id><published>2007-08-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:29:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I shall post twice today.&lt;br /&gt;From 6:09PM today as stated in the previous till now. From the time I posted my previous post till now.&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween this time, I read through blogs like I always do to past time.&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this guy's blog, which complied to my post on the 25th Of August, Year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Which consists of the following:"Don't argue if people says you're being blinded by love, because that would contribute to the fact that you are indeed, blinded by love. So when people say so, just slap yourself up and think thoroughly as to why do people say so. Once you've thought through it and have already woke up, you'll feel like killing yourself for being such a fool. Don't do it, this is a part of life. Making wrong decisions are a part of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not into the communicating through blogs, testimonials kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, dude I must say you're harsh with your words, yes you've never offended me, and I bear no grudge against you.&lt;br /&gt;So before you get the facts right, don't use provoking sentences. Well it doesn't matter if you don't realize your words and unnecessary laughters are actually possible provokes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the happenings going on around your blog, your life, your girl, I believe has made you for a moment really want to know the other side of the story, or how the story would be told FROM the other side. In other words, ever since then, you've learnt that in future whenever something like that happens, you would find out the stories from both sides first. Right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You leave me speechless as to how easily you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and comply to my post on your blog just because you told yourself your side of the story, or your view of my post, and not know my side of it. What I'm trying to say here is that you've got your story, facts and assumption totally wrong. Don't think and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're wondering what I mean by my side of the story, just take a look at my previous post to give you a rough idea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASSUME = ASS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know for how long have you been reading my blog, but if you have anymore comments or complies, I'd prefer if they could come straight to my face. This applies to all my other fellow readers as well.&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/16253342-5523758213648053424?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5523758213648053424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5523758213648053424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5523758213648053424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5523758213648053424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-i-shall-post-twice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8781803487422761323</id><published>2007-08-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:47:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up at 11:45, bathed for my little buddy Winter and got scratched by him. Bad dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the gym, went for a swim, and steam bathed with YueSheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel messaged me, she touched on the topic of love blindness again, and started to confide in me and tell me lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If she'd told me yesterday, I'd probably have taught JingXiang a good lesson while we met in the morning yesterday already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at them, almost everybody knows that their together. For how long? Reaching 4 years maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet the reason behind what's going on now isn't considered big. The reason is too personal to be stated here, but to all those out there who can reason things out logically and sensibly, the reason isn't big, it's rather small and stupid as a matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To those who know them, and know what's going on, Rachel isn't really at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Death almost occurred, we all witnessed it and the atmosphere definitely isn't nice to describe. Death usually is resorted to only when one has really no other choice at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't think hard enough to reason out my point of view, by all means, ask me. Again, the reason can only be explained by relating to the incident and the reason, therefore I can't post it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wang Li Hong - Luo Ye Gui Gen in English...? ( I'm testing out my translating capability :\ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking up through the mist and at the dark clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's when it's known to me as loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Backpack stuffed with my needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I set off on the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Sun's warmth is nowhere to be felt during the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The night's blues is nowhere to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaving me with no choice but to have a cold start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staying comes along with remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate planned it all like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And following nature's logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one is able to solve the mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, being far from home, and not crying hysterically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Turning into autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm just like the leaves falling onto the ground, just that I'm falling into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;With sorrow and with loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm fully willing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it seems I'm falling onto the ground and back into the roots rather than your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;By now, I realize, my family will be by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm willing to accompany you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To find the missing eternity between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I spoke, you kept silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till it all became only a dream of the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-8781803487422761323?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8781803487422761323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8781803487422761323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8781803487422761323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8781803487422761323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/woke-up-at-1145-bathed-for-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5065626340164204561</id><published>2007-08-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:48:15.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Came home not long ago, around 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;Went for steamboat at YueSheng's godmother's place. Chong Pang @ Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;There was DunJie, TianDe, YueSheng and me.&lt;br /&gt;I met YanLing there too.&lt;br /&gt;We ate from 7+ till around 9.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to that nearby bowling alley for toilet, left and went for a puff on the nearby streets while walking towards Marina Bay MRT.&lt;br /&gt;We took the train and alighted at AMK, climbed 6x2 flights of stairs to the rooftop carpark of some HDB block.&lt;br /&gt;Had another puff and fooled around till 11+, then left with YueSheng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't argue if people says you're being blinded by love, because that would contribute to the fact that you are indeed, blinded by love. So when people say so, just slap yourself up and think thoroughly as to why do people say so. Once you've thought through it and have already woke up, you'll feel like killing yourself for being such a fool. Don't do it, this is a part of life. Making wrong decisions are a part of life.&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/16253342-5065626340164204561?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5065626340164204561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5065626340164204561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5065626340164204561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5065626340164204561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/came-home-not-long-ago-around-12.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5011041059402502514</id><published>2007-08-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:55:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna celebrate DunJie's birthday tonight, steamboat. :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-5011041059402502514?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5011041059402502514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5011041059402502514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5011041059402502514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5011041059402502514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/gonna-celebrate-dunjies-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-687602640272180222</id><published>2007-08-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:24:05.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found out a lil' more things today, from JiaSheng, thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;People now are taught to not mind someone's past if it's bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lives are supposed to be centered around principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And one of my principle is, "Offend me and I will not forgive you till I let you have a taste of what you fed me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, sometime ago, when something happened, many got to know about it, now it isn't a very big deal anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Infact it never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But some immaturely think it's a rather big deal, and knowing the fact that it isn't, they try their best to make it sound big, look big, be big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have dealt with one already. Two more, which I thought weren't playing such big roles in it, were made known to me that they were the main culprits, and so please be surprised not that end of this year or next year, you get information saying that Brighton Yam has delivered punches into two others' faces for practically no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This two right now, is more or less sucking up to me, should I be Mr. Nice Guy or Mr. Blow-Dealer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't be bothered about this anymore for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was all about working out at the gym, taking pictures like nuts, and swimming with Rohaizad, Kevin, Dixon, QuinFei, JiaSheng, Fabian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone cared, and nobody cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone loved, and nobody lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone shared, and swallowed the pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we'd see the day, that nobody die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as we lie, beneath the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We realize, how small we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If they could love, like you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine what, the world could be.&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/16253342-687602640272180222?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/687602640272180222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=687602640272180222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/687602640272180222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/687602640272180222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-found-out-lil-more-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7462624683849979103</id><published>2007-08-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:48:35.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the 6 most important decisions you'll ever make in Life. :&lt;br /&gt;1. School - Choosing the right school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Friends - Choosing the right friends, being the right friend, keeping the right friends. Hypocrites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Parents - How's the relationship going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Dating &amp; Sex - Right partner? Hypocrite partner? Regrets? Too young and childish, too old and matured? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Addictions - Drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Self-Worth - Self-esteem, self-confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lazy to elaborate, some other time. Screw me for doing so, you may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, everyone has a comment for everything. Being speechless about something isn't being commentless. There's a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I think of all the ups and downs I've been through in life, for the past short 16 years, I feel kind of incomplete. I know what I want, I know by the time I die, what would I at least have. I have already brought myself there in my mind. I saw wealth. But back to the present, I don't want to think about how, I only care about the fact that I know I'll make it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how me and my brothers have become who we are today. My elder twin brothers are 19, I'm 16, there's a 3 year gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we were young, they used to gang up against me, hit me. They are big sized whereas I'm small sized. I lived that kind of life from at least the age of 3 till the age of 10. But I in return often caused much problems for them as well. And we all started maturing. Who would have thought that we would actually not care about those beatings and saboteurs anymore? Now looking at my 11 year old little brother, I recall many stuffs. And then again, I look at others. Have they gone through this? Will they? Or are they going through it right now? This is considered a family problem. It is true that you are who you think you are, it works, it comes true, it is a fixed law. If you think you can make something happen in which you can't at the moment, in time to come, you WILL be able to. So why can't people just think "I am a good boyfriend/girlfriend", "I am a good brother/sister", "I am a good father/mother", "I am a good friend" ? Why can't people face the facts that it is all in the mind? It is almost as good as saying, everything including natural happenings starts from within human, not from without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And within us, is not just our organs that works as supportive systems for the thing that is truely within us, our mind, the generator and creator of everything. It's hard to prove this, but one example of how powerful our minds are is that one typical human body is able to light up an entire city for more than a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, to those people who think this sentence would refer to you, you really need to expand your minds and think. Stop being obnoxious, and acting as though you ain't, stop tirading, stop acting like a varsity kind of a person. Stop acting like you're a milestone, stop disdaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-7462624683849979103?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7462624683849979103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7462624683849979103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7462624683849979103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7462624683849979103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-6-most-important-decisions-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3231674534956061509</id><published>2007-08-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:17:39.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Borderline failure for Chemistry, borderline pass for English paper 1, borderline failure for Chinese paper 1, damn it man. Today, like many other days, was filled with going back and forth between school and j8. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to j8 for the sake of going there, came back to school, went to j8 to accompany Benjamin to get a birthday present for his girl. And back to school.... again. Today was also more or less a sparring day, between me, Fabian and Kevin. Friendly spars tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I love the Law Of Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe, I can reason out exactly why certain things are going on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;To those guys whom I met behind Thomson Plaza, &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; yourself, you're a disgrace to men. Go learn some self defence, and yes, feel very useless. You losers made my day and pretty much boosted my self esteem and confidence through victory, guess I should thank you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-3231674534956061509?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3231674534956061509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3231674534956061509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3231674534956061509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3231674534956061509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/borderline-failure-for-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8691181003569723106</id><published>2007-08-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:21:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I'm considering what Timothy said. He said I should change my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should change it into a blog that is better known as blog where people find motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved it when he said so man. Makes me feel like a life saver. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway today after school went for prata at Sin Ming Rd Blk24, then went to play ball till 7.30, burst a blister on my right foot partially, and developed one on the left. I'm feeling particularly not right today, I feel I should seclude myself from people for the time being. Don't know why, tell me why. Never mind, don't tell me, I'm afraid I'll feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear&lt;/em&gt; is something that everyone has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wanna talk about the fear of losing something, someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people keep working everyday, for long hours, just for money, and they wouldn't mind neglecting others just to work? Why can't they make money work for them instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because people are scared to fail, people are scared to lose the money, so they keep earning, just to feel as though they are preventing themselves from losing their money by the day. But as they earn more, they fear they would lose their money more, and so they work more. This applies to losing of things, losing of people that you "have", losing of skills. When you go out there and make something yours, you have conquered the fear of taking risks. But if you haven't conquered the fear of losing something, why bother making something yours? Many business failures out there fail once and don't try again, because they fear that they would lose the money invested once again. Some don't even dare to start their first, just because they've seen how bad are the conditions of the TRUE business failures. The FALSE business failures are those who fail, learn, start another business and do better. They are the winners, they will make it. They know when they fail, they will definitely still be standing strong because they have no fear towards taking risks, and losing something. Anything is possible when and where there's no fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the conclusion is, if you aren't prepared to lose something or somebody, then don't even think about having em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you already have that something or somebody, and you aren't prepared or don't want to lose em, think about how you got em, and WHY did you make em yours. Stop being stubborn and narrow minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-8691181003569723106?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8691181003569723106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8691181003569723106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8691181003569723106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8691181003569723106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-now-im-considering-what-timothy.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1181742344814759648</id><published>2007-08-19T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:11:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Bad habits are like comfortable beds - Easy to get into but hard to get out of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, once in place, good habits are just as hard to break as bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Information is not equal to intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two things I just felt like saying, and I wanna emphasise on the second. Doing well academically doesn't mean you are smart. You are just plain memorising and getting used to formulas, not life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gym-ed for about 3 hours with Kevin today, had prata, and home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been asking classmates, schoolmates, friends from other schools many questions regarding their plans for the future. I asked questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you going to secondary five?" NOT "Do you plan to go to secondary five?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you going to do well for your O's? NOT "Do you plan to do well for your O's?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Will your relationship last long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you going to confess?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask them in a way whereby they answer me and at the same time deciding their future. These are just two examples, there are many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I get answers like:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I'll try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Although recently we've been having some communicational problems, we'll try and overcome it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm not sure if I should. I'll try my best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, people often don't realize that whenever they set a goal, they tend to only reach somewhere near it or not even near. Only few reaches it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When someone asks you a question, you decide an answer. And your decision of answer will give you the consequence of it. Like whenever you go to macdonalds, you are asked if you wanna change your drink to something else. If you say no, you get "no change of drink", and when you say yes, you choose your drink and you get "your change of drink". The bottom line here is "What you decide, is what you get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now, look at the example questions and answers I've stated. There are common words in all the answers that represents indecisiveness. Those words are, "Try" and  "I don't know".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say no, you get "no change of drink", and when you say yes you get your "change of drink".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say I don't know, you are confusing the consequence, you are letting whatever or whoever who sets the consequence, choose your consequence. So when you say I don't know, the counter person would give you the most expensive so that the company earns more, meaning you pay more. Or the counter person would give you the standard drink, giving you nothing special. When you say I try, chances are you would fail. Because right from the start, you have already lacked the confidence in yourself would have been already telling yourself  continuously, "If I fail, it doesn't matter, I'm just trying anyway.", so in the process of TRYING to make it, you aren't feeling the need to make it, you aren't pushing yourself, you aren't considering the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;An example of the consequence of using "Try" as an answer:&lt;br /&gt;"Even if somehow there is a must for us to break up, we will try and hold on to each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If a couple says this to each other, and one day they had a quarrel or a fight that brings them to the verge of breaking up, both would then think, "We promised to try to hold on together, it isn't a must. If we don't make it, then we will just fall out of the relationship, we tried our best anyway. We are left with no other choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the thing. Decide for yourself. By giving definite answers, setting definite goals, having definite principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saying I don't know means you are letting others decide for you. You don't get to control your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saying I will try means you are looking down on yourself, you have no confidence in yourself, you don't expect much from yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-1181742344814759648?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1181742344814759648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1181742344814759648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1181742344814759648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1181742344814759648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4561927262576252186</id><published>2007-08-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:55:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我今天本来是应该和俊廆,优俊那几个一起去打撞球,但后来我却和顿杰还有天德去打电动游戏,然后到了附近的咖啡馆去吃晚饭.我们吃了之后大概有七点中了, 他们两陪我去找闻围向他拿回他欠我的钱.拿了钱后,我们看到了他们打撞球也想打,所以就去到了红茂乔去打.我们打到十一点多才决定告别回家.&lt;br /&gt;到现在,虽然只差不多75%地能融合我生命一时的经验,我还是对"不在乎天长地久,自在乎曾经拥有."着句话很敏感.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;华语:&lt;br /&gt;你们应该知道,现在大多数的青少年一谈上恋爱,一定会记住他们在一起有多久了,同意吗?&lt;br /&gt;这样做并没有错,而且是一见很正常的做法.但我认为有许多的青少年很夸张地在这样做.&lt;br /&gt;想想看,现在的青少年是怎么样"记录"他们感情的长短?有的在一起走了一天,算一天,有的走一月算一月.很少有算年的.到现在,我看过最久的一对虽然要到了第三年,但怎么说也只不过是两年多.这几年跟我们老爸老妈的感情比起来算得了什么?那几个月,几天,也算得了什么呢?当我看见一对走一天,走一月,算一天,算一月的情侣,我看得出他们除非能超过第二年,是不会在一起超过五年.算天算月的一对会这样做是因为一或两人对他们之间的感情没有细心,认为不会在一起很久,所以每当他们在一起多一天,一月,他们会感到很开心,好象刚度过难关.这的意思是说,因为有了这断感情,每天变成了一个难关,多处了一个带给一或两人压力的原因.因为性格与思想不够成熟,两人就过不了这大概730天,每天在加难的感情/爱情考验.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You people out there should know that the teenage couples nowadays keep track of how long they've been together. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with doing so, and it's a very normal thing to do. But I think majority of these teenagers are overdoing it, very sarcastically and at the same time despising oneself or themselves. Think about it, how do they keep track of their relationship's span? They count by days, by months. Hardly any makes it to more than a year or two. But there are though, the longest teenage relationship I've seen so far is two years plus, reaching three, but still two years plus ONLY. These few years can't be compared to our parents' love for each other. Let alone days and months of a relationship. Whenever I see a newly coupled teenage couple counting by days and months, I immediately foretell they won't last more than 5 years, unless they make it through the first two year, as in two years time, there would already have been a slightly stronger bond between both parties, unless any "Chance to show how much I would do for you" incident happens before then. But still, it's hard as teenagers nowadays get into a relationship without thinking much. Why do they count by days and months? It's because they have no confident in the relationship, thinking it wouldn't last long. So being in the relationship for a day or month more is just like making it through an examination with borderline results. This means that being in that relationship is bringing pressure and stress to one or both parties in their everyday life, having to take an "examination" everyday, and heaving a sigh of relief the next day as though the results of yesterday's "examination" is borderline. This repeats. And because of immaturity, lack of intelligence, confidence and other aspects needed to maintain a relationship, the couple then fails to make it through the first two years, 730 days test of their love for each other. So unless you are sure your relationship won't be like that, don't even think saying stuffs like "I will love you forever", "I will be by your side for life", "You are my life". You will definitely find yourself contradicting yourself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And not forgetting, screw chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-4561927262576252186?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4561927262576252186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4561927262576252186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4561927262576252186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4561927262576252186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6711207062864198866</id><published>2007-08-17T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:53:53.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的话语很烂, 请在读的人别笑,谢谢.&lt;br /&gt;今天我打算用话语来写网上日记.&lt;br /&gt;我本来是要昨天这么做的,但应因为我必须读书, 所以没有做到.&lt;br /&gt;我今天花了一整天在体育馆里和朋友一起训练.&lt;br /&gt;明天, 我将会去打桌球.&lt;br /&gt;不知会不会去看电影,我钱不够用, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;昨天, 我看见了一个看起来不开心的人.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;看见了他之后,我走了多几步.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;走着走着, 我却看见了另他不开心的原因.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;因为哪个原因也另我不开心...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;请告诉我,当你和一个人之间的距离越来越大, 而你不想事情是这样,应该这么办?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-6711207062864198866?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6711207062864198866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6711207062864198866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6711207062864198866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6711207062864198866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2336586757389572623</id><published>2007-08-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:29:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the different kinds of friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;IMO, starting from young to date, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Your neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. You relatives' friends whom you have met before. By now, I doubt any of them recognises you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Kindergarten friends, besides those who goes into the same primary school or lives near you, I think the rest can't recognise you anymore as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Primary schoolmates, this is where some people already decide their lifetime friends(Not lifetime Buddies, they are different.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Secondary schoolmates, where some decide their lifetime friends as well, and also where some change lifetime friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Friends whereby you get into a relationship with, for fall, or even quarrel with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And in all these friends, there are those who have not met you for long, remembers you, but doesn't want or dare to recognise you due to shyness or anything of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are those whereby you fell out with or fell for sometime ago or recently, and they choose to never be involved with you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, there are those you thought you know, who turns out to be hiding stuffs about him or her that you would never ever like, probably because it's against your principles or something. An example is someone who first spoke to you like a very nice, kind hearted person, and later on when both of you got closer, he or she shows the inner self of em. Which is something you don't like. This point particularly applies to many relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Solution to this problems? Adapt to them, change them, or leave em, adapt to him or her, change him or her, or leave him or her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I basically just typed a whole load of crap and actually, friends are only considered friends if they stand by you, otherwise they are just acquaintances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, DNT, last paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, pool marathon again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, available, ask me out please.&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/16253342-2336586757389572623?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2336586757389572623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2336586757389572623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2336586757389572623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2336586757389572623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-are-different-kinds-of-friends-imo.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5419027126128085644</id><published>2007-08-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:28:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh crap, halfway through exams and my studying spirit simply vanishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like driving halfway on a 10mile no petrol kiosks or garage and your engine fails you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to get it fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Samuel Goh cut my hair today. Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bio and chemistry today was shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After school I went to get myself a proper haircut and then went to Terence's house to play ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweat quite alot. It's been long since I last sweat so much, after sweating alot. Probably was drilling my mind into it, driving out all other thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I never knew how to think of the bad stuffs, sad stuffs, heartbreaking stuffs, disappointing stuffs, depressing stuffs, basically all the negative stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I would only think positive, and gain positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pretty much exposed Jun Liong big time already, feeling kind of bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But compared to certain stuffs he has done, I think I've yet to gain enough justice for many and of course, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, I shall study till late, get that academical drive back into my mind, and carry it on till friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't think, I wanna know, I gotta go, before I go crazy. I let go, in everyway, cos anyway, I know that...." - Can't Break Thru, By Busted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I remember when Alan said I had a heart with feelings that lacks a bit of feelings toward love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember the reason why he said so, and it was because I hardly felt for any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha,, here's a bit of a surprise, my feelings toward love is no longer limited to one person like how it was years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Recently it became two, thought you should know man. As for you, being the usual faggot, I believe it's a million.&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/16253342-5419027126128085644?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5419027126128085644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5419027126128085644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5419027126128085644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5419027126128085644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-crap-halfway-through-exams-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8250382306254121727</id><published>2007-08-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:19:47.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papers ended at 11:45AM today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for KFC at J8, then  back to school, and to J8 again, then gym.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rohaizad's table tennis is good man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorrow is chemistry and biology, I don't know but I feel like flunking both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feel like, but I won't though. :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at how possessive some people can be in a relationship, it really disgusts me, makes me think that they are pathetic cowards that have totally no confidence in themselves, hence fearing so much they might lose and at the same time showing that they do not have faith and trust in their loved ones.&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/16253342-8250382306254121727?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8250382306254121727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8250382306254121727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8250382306254121727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8250382306254121727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/papers-ended-at-1145am-today-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-168743152756219765</id><published>2007-08-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:53:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking back, again? I've been thinking back alot, about all the good times I had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From primary school, till yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primary school life was all about playing catch daily, even in class, gaming like nuts and all. And maybe a bit of romance as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondary school life's different. Hanging out with my primary schoolmates, and secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Often going out in big pacts, small pacts, going out just to "counsel" people and just listen to all they have to rant about, being everyone's confidant, going out just to unwind myself, going out to study and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really amazing how much memories can be stored in our minds.&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/16253342-168743152756219765?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/168743152756219765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=168743152756219765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/168743152756219765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/168743152756219765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/thinking-back-again-ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4363140486731869519</id><published>2007-08-12T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:08:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A break from mugging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking back again, at the good experiences, hoping I'll attract them once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How, When, Where, What. Everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hanging out almost daily, till late night, and sometimes not just late night, but stay overs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;The usual places. I still visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things you gave, I gave, we did, we shared, we said, we saw, we know, we felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;That fear you possessed when the supposingly scary movie wasn't scary at all. I liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;When we struggled hand(s) in hand(s), face by face, just to put a string through a hole while waiting for that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I made myself free even though I'm not just because you called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I accompanied you here and there even when I'm so tired I can't even recall what I said seconds ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how, I could do you so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;N-Levels preliminaries, I'm gonna own you flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;N-Levels, I'm gonna make the certificate I obtain from you something I wouldn't need at all in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same goes for O-Levels to A-Levels, and higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will make myself the certificate, the entitlement to everything, the abundance of everything.&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/16253342-4363140486731869519?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4363140486731869519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4363140486731869519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4363140486731869519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4363140486731869519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/break-from-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7700519698201080660</id><published>2007-08-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:55:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met KianWei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at Thomson CC, headed to school, Charlie didn't let us in because we were in slippers. So we got ourselves each a pair of shoes. And went back. JiaWei came later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After doing our DNT, we went to Mr Zaidi's house, meeting QuinFei and JiaSheng at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Worked till 6.30PM, went for a swim till around 7.30, and left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now it's 1.48AM, later at roughly 8.30AM, I'll have to meet up with KianWei and go to school again. Shit man. But sometimes working makes me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see his being very possessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see also from his possesiveness that he has nothing much, so you are alot to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see you have much more than he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see the results already. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see that I still love the way I judge things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm spinning around in a tornado of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/16253342-7700519698201080660?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7700519698201080660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7700519698201080660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7700519698201080660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7700519698201080660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/met-kianwei-at-thomson-cc-headed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8151431774346760385</id><published>2007-08-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:39:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One hour and fifty three minutes ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or rather, yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met up with Charles, Dixon, Kevin, Terence, QuinFei, Jiasheng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played pool at monstercue till about 6 or 7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ate at Plaza Sing's BK. Then headed towards Esplanade to see the fireworks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't get a really good spot, but still could see the fireworks and even got a video of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to Concourse for another round of pool till 11.30, then headed home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Observations of the day:&lt;br /&gt;-Through a game of pool, people easily show how bad a loser they are, and how much they can't accept certain facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-As people say that you should think before you speak, people who can't think really shouldn't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Comments are meant to be kept to yourself until asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Law Of Attraction truely works, it works wonders. People, get to know about it, seriously. There would be no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And speaking of The Law Of Attraction. Everyone experiences it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask yourself, have you ever thought of somebody, not the person you love or what, maybe someone you haven't seen for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the next few minutes, or days, he or she appears? This might not be face to face, maybe through a text message, through a chatline, or phone call. I'm sure you all experienced this before, and not just once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know why such stuffs happens? It's because of the Law Of Attraction. I don't know but I really can't seem to find any explanation to go against the Law Of Attraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Break down the three words, Law Of Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The word "Law" simply means a rule, a defined thing, it can't be changed, it is fixed, it is logically, reasonably and sensibly fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The word "Attraction" means what you're bringing to you, like how a magnet attracts another. There is this force. How the magnet attracts another has a fixed explanation, a fixed law. The Law Of Attraction explains how the magnet attracts one another, and it can't be changed, it's so true, it's the best explanation, it has no mistakes, it won't make any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction is working forever, everywhere, and in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like the law of how magnet attracts one another, the same law is set for our thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are a magnet, but we are magnets that can change what we attract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our thoughts determines what we attract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;What we think, is what we attract to us in our life. So what we think, is what we will get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays I focus on, think, and imagine of what I want the next day to be like, or what will the happen the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And they really do happen. Not like what I've expected but still it happens, with a bit of mistakes that affects nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take today for an example, or rather, yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was short of money to go out and have fun, I already pictured my dad giving me money since I thought of having fun today/yesterday. And so he did, and he even gave me an extra of 10dollars. But you people might say it's normal for a dad to give his son money whenever he is going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, as I was getting changed, I thought I would meet this specific person, one of my neighbour. I thought of testing out the Law Of Attraction, so as I was getting changed, which was half an hour before leaving home. I fully focused myself on meeting that neighbour. I told myself "I would meet &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that neighbour of mine&lt;/span&gt;, I would meet &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that neighbour of mine&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, I got into the lift, the door opened, I went out of the lift lobby and there she is, picking up something she dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of that, I kept thinking NeighbourNeighbourNeighbour so much that the Universe made me meet two neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also met Ashley at the bus stop. And before that when I looked at the time, I consistently told myself I'll meet the guys on time, although I left house kind of late. So when I reached the bus stop, which is when I met ashley, the bus came. 162, leading to Dhoby Ghaut, that was it. I had to run abit, but still caught up with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lazy to conclude.&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/16253342-8151431774346760385?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8151431774346760385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8151431774346760385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8151431774346760385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8151431774346760385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-hour-and-fifty-three-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-307455086709995301</id><published>2007-08-09T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:43:18.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" 不在乎天长地久, 只在乎曾经拥有. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everlasting or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you've once had it, felt it, experienced it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fabian introduced this saying to me, and it appealed to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It actually made me feel much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, 35minutes and afew seconds ago was the day wherey National Day was celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I headed home after school, swam, and Boris called, saying he wants to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So he, Gary and WeiWen came, gym-ed and swam, including me. So I swam twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;WeiWen and Gary left, me and Boris went to eat at Shunfu Mart. Damn the stall holder for not telling me it's free of charge to have an extra serving of noodles. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we finished eating, the sky was still bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;We got off the chairs we were sitting nicely on, went to the side of the road and sat there emo-ing and crapping until the night lights were on and didn't realize it until some time later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;People, please know where you stand. Don't take the "You are who you think you are" quote for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's true, but please, although you are who you think you are, you are also who people think you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it takes time for people to change their thoughts of who they think you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-307455086709995301?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/307455086709995301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=307455086709995301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/307455086709995301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/307455086709995301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7004808871195742330</id><published>2007-08-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:15:32.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking back, although it's contradicting my understanding of the Law Of Attraction. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suddenly thought of Counter-Strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember those days when we were playing it hardcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Training at home, at LAN Shops, going for countless numbers of competitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Participating in the GXL, getting blacklisted because we were accused of hacking. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inter-School competition, won until we played against some poly guys and lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was a great experience, suddenly playing in a competition with schoolmates, whom I hardly ever play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The teamwork wasn't there, we were depending totally on personal skills. And I must say we weren't that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides the violence and gore in competitive/officialy games nowadays like Dota, CS generally, what's so bad about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a CS player, so I shall talk about it. Although I've stopped playing it, like how I used to anymore. I hardly play it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In CS, there are two kinds of game play. One is what we call "Public" and the other is "Match". Public refers to when you play anyhow, in any game, with anybody, with  as many and as little people as you want. You wouldn't want to rely on teamwork in Public games to win, you would be pissed off, hence you rely on your personal skill. In a Match, or rather, a game whereby competition rules and regulations apply, you re playing in a team, as a team, your team. So you can rely on your teammates for cover and back up, but of course, you need personal skills as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've completed my DNT, but it isn't the way I want it. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've alot of stuffs  left unsaid. Alot. So much I think my body's weight is made up of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-7004808871195742330?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7004808871195742330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7004808871195742330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7004808871195742330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7004808871195742330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-thinking-back-although-its.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6785586968229413197</id><published>2007-08-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:39:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday went to play pool with my brother, Kevin and Dixon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother left and we went for dinner at KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we saw Hong Loong, he asked us to visit his Grandfather's wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so we did, we paid our respects and left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, went to Malaysia, ate at CitySquare, Kim Gary's Restaurant, bought a cake, and back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna celebrate out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm starting to feel exhausted.&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/16253342-6785586968229413197?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6785586968229413197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6785586968229413197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6785586968229413197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6785586968229413197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3406438655018433132</id><published>2007-08-04T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:50:21.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Hafiz gave me a great idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's not great knowing how much time I have left for this great idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, went  to J8, and back to school. Then to eat at Thomson Plaza, and get books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was supposed to play ball, but the court was full of match players.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So me, Dixon and Kevin ended up playing table tennis till 10:56pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;My thoughts are messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;That ain't a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-3406438655018433132?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3406438655018433132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3406438655018433132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3406438655018433132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3406438655018433132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-hafiz-gave-me-great-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5898566167949807762</id><published>2007-08-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:26:57.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watched The Simpsons after school today with Charles and Dixon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really nonsensical show, but all-in-all it's simply to remind people about how much pollution we are causing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought The Simpsons' shirt with charles for $13 each from Bossini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the caption and illustration on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It says, "Fatherhood is 99% dedication, and 1% humiliation."&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of it, I'm lazy to upload pictures. Well, maybe in the future when I'm not so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've too many things to focus on, but then again, I'm thankful for having them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything you resist, would persist, ever realized that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many stuffs I've observed and confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much I don't know how to share it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I understand why, the successful keep saying, "Think Positive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a hint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atoms and Energy, which is smaller? If you think thoroughly, Energy is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we learn in school that everything n Earth is made up of Atoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the fact is, everything, including the hardest rock, the toughest metal, gold, is made up of Energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, knowing our body is made up of Energy, and each time we think, our mind emits a signal, an Energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And since each level of Energy has a different level of frequency, l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;ike television sets, many of us don't really know how they work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us knows that whenever we change the channel, it emits a signal with a specific Energy level to the satellite or whatever is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;That then receives the signal, and puts your television set on the frequency level that signal is on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;From here, you see that, what the television set emits, is what the television set gets. True enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, our minds, we, our body. Works exactly the same. You see, as we change our thoughts, we are just like changing the channel, and changing the frequency that we are on. As you think, you emit a signal of a specific level of frequency out to the Universe. And it will receive your signal, just like the satellite or whatever the Television set emits its signal to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So as you think of something, you get something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, many people don't agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because as you think of something, you are subconscioucly thinking of thousands and millions of other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And out of this thousands and millions, there are lots of thoughts that contradict what you are conscioucly thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;For example, you tell yourself you want $10 in the next 10 minutes, so you think "I want $10 in the next 10minutes", but subconsciously, you are thinking "Why did I lose so much money the other time?", "I lost $10 yesterday", "I dropped $10 in the drain last week", "I forgot to collect the change of $500!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, the signal we emit to the Universe comes from our predominant thoughts, or in other words, the think we are thinking about the most. So from my example, whatever the Universe has definitely nothing to do with gaining $10, but instead has alot to do with losing much money like that other time, losing $10, dropping more $10s in the drain, and forgetting to collect changes of $500++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bottom line here is, focus on what you want, make you your thoughts are predominantly what you want.&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/16253342-5898566167949807762?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5898566167949807762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5898566167949807762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5898566167949807762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5898566167949807762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/watched-simpsons-after-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3807167014789217317</id><published>2007-08-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:12:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been talking about hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, a very good foolproof MSN chatlog with one of this hypocrite from GuangYangSecondarySchool is going around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have it too, do ask me for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, was emo day some how. And also, only two periods of lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all. :D&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/16253342-3807167014789217317?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3807167014789217317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3807167014789217317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3807167014789217317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3807167014789217317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-talking-about-hypocrites.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8871275213808668073</id><published>2007-07-31T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:09:18.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Http://www.thesecret.tv&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Website of the book I've been reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School, DNT, J8, home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lacquered my jelutongs for DNT once again, for better quality and look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and JiaWei spray painted our stuffs brown. I don't know what brown, but its a nice brown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the brown you get from coffee with extra milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was indeed a large embarassment to me caused by myself, out of rashness, I won't say its you. I've gotten over it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;"You are the one thing, I can't keep 'part of me, and Baby I just can't do without you, you're all I need, I know I didn't say much, but girl you're the only one.. I'm tripping without you." - Everytime I, by Mario Vazquez, I edited some words though.&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/16253342-8871275213808668073?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8871275213808668073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8871275213808668073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8871275213808668073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8871275213808668073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1021406476326645470</id><published>2007-07-30T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:18:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Froze on the bus this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had chemistry and mother tongue, then was geography before recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The relief teacher, Ms Foo has an attitude that stinks badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She held us back for the entire recess, and as a result, Diana Koh came, so we were given our recess the next period, yes, just us, 4N2, the whole canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school went to lacquer my jelutongs in the DNT workshop and that's all I can do for the day. More tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to J8 to find Charles, Dixon, Kevin, Rui Lin, Kevin, Fabian and Kai Loon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;RuiLin and Kai Loon left, and we went to the gym at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Table tennis, work outs till roughly 6.30. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction can easily be applied on stuffs that have not much negative possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But when it CERTAIN things, it is really hard. But I won't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beautiful not just for show, time that someone let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They don't see you like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-1021406476326645470?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1021406476326645470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1021406476326645470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1021406476326645470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1021406476326645470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/froze-on-bus-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-796632612513235794</id><published>2007-07-29T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:39:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to watch a movie today, but me and Charles weren't able to get anyone, most went for soccer. So I went to gym with YueSheng from 1.30 to around 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Went to ThomsonCC to fill up our stomachs, and played ball till 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, continued reading on the Law Of Attraction, did abit of DNT, and now still reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction works wonders. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, why do we have thoughts? We just think, and think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, our thoughts are very powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are able to sort of, match everything nicely. From thoughts to feelings, to actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If they all match, you will get everything that's in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beware of course, this includes getting negative stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-796632612513235794?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/796632612513235794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=796632612513235794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/796632612513235794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/796632612513235794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/supposed-to-watch-movie-today-but-me.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7574966959915416391</id><published>2007-07-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:30:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, went to Toa Payoh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to JB to buy stuffs, I bought a pair of shoes, and 3 pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I came home, I found out that 4N2 won the relay today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how on Earth did that happen, but congratulations anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are different types of relationships:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Both parties have known each other very well for a long time before officially going steady. This are relationships that would last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Both parties don't know each other very well, they just make each other happy. This are relationships that woudn't last as long, break ups are usually because of quarrels or any other incompatibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Both parties rush into it. Trust me, they will rush out of it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Hypocrites that has a very handsome/pretty front. Relationships whereby either one or both parties are hiding their true self. How long it would last would depend on how long one or both can act.&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/16253342-7574966959915416391?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7574966959915416391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7574966959915416391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7574966959915416391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7574966959915416391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-day_28.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9135494678418348254</id><published>2007-07-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:00:28.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles, Dixon, Kevin came to my house after school, my younger brother came home later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 of us went to Thomson CC to eat, played ball till about 5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to the gym till and worked out till 8. Played a lot of table tennis as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want you, I need you, I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am really really gonna burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Too much have been left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-9135494678418348254?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9135494678418348254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9135494678418348254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9135494678418348254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9135494678418348254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1680213104106693152</id><published>2007-07-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:03:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late nights back then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how I could do you so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been visualizing a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot about some stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today after school went to j8, missed out some fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Kevin went to Thomson CC to eat, bball-ed, and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a lost with my DNT artefact. Which I'm not supposed to be. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people analyze stuffs so poorly? I don't know if that question is right, but I think I'm right about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;People who think so too, look around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just blink you eye in a shopping mall filled with people you know, and you can easily spot at least 10 at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 that can't analyze sentences properly, 10 that can't understand your emotions, 10 that gets angry over little stuffs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 that claims to be your close friend, your loved one, but gets angry with you over small matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;These people, what do they lack?&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/16253342-1680213104106693152?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1680213104106693152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1680213104106693152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1680213104106693152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1680213104106693152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/late-nights-back-then.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7962525539368801296</id><published>2007-07-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:41:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C'mon Brighton, wake up, move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reached home not long ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today quite afew got suspended, thruancy and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, went to j8 to get food, and back to school, slacked around and went to j8 again for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left with Kevin, chatted all went to Thomson CC, he ate again and we continued chatting as he was eating. We gossiped alot. Well, not exactly, we were just stating out every single fact, good or bad, about people around us. It's kind of surprising how many hypocrites and fools there are around us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just watched the video of me and Boris duckwalking and hopping up the slope to the school's gate. Hahaha, gay-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never liked fictional books. I only read non-fictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I've been reading a book on the Law Of Attraction, Titled "The Secret", by Rhonda Byrne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Law Of Attraction, to me, is expected to be the "Law Of Attracting/Seeking Attention" to many of you out there as a first impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But no, Attraction here refers to how you bring things to you. And by now you should already know what is this book about, roughly. It's how to attract success, generally, but actually many other things as well, through your mind, which is a very powerful thing, or rather, the most powerful thing in this Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each and everyone of our body has electric charges, and emits a frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like televisions, we use our remote controls to emit a frequency out to the Universe/Satellite(telling it what channel we want), it receives our message, and then gives it to us, on our television screens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, your mind is the remote control. Let's say, you think Channel 8(Positive Thoughts), so you emit a frequency saying "Channel 8(Positive Thoughts)" out to the Universe/Satellite, it receives the message, and then gives you Channel 8(Positive Outcomes), in your life(your television screen). There's alot more, I shan't elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-7962525539368801296?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7962525539368801296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7962525539368801296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone who means a lot to you, is in low spirits, is on the verge of being a step closer to another person out there anytime, without and "not being able to" know the reason why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are the one thing I couldn't keep a part of me.&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/16253342-1104024290196576477?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1104024290196576477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mario Vazquez - Everytime I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always quick to trip in turn and say I'm sorry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I always thought that nigga made everything ok &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did my share of dirt I know you probably heard about me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you asked how I would just lie to your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't appreciate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when you walked away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were the one thing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should've kept 'part of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And baby I just can't deal without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your all I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I didn't say much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But girl your the only one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trippin' without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about it everytime I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the one thing&lt;br /&gt;I should've kept 'part of me&lt;br /&gt;And baby I just can't deal without you&lt;br /&gt;Your all I need&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't say much&lt;br /&gt;But girl your the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'm trippin' without you&lt;br /&gt;I think about it everytime I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I, I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told you you were insecure when you'd be asking questions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had you second guessing yourself and what you mean to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could take it back I would (I would) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could take it all back I would (I would) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of playing games &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time I play for keeps &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't appreciate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when you walked away&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about how you use to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm nights alone when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm rockin' with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but kick myself in the ass &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I'm sittin' here about to blow it ('bout to blow it) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I can't take no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to change it up for sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I'm not tryna let you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nice song.&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/16253342-294170553675804933?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/294170553675804933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=294170553675804933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/294170553675804933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/294170553675804933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/mario-vazquez-everytime-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7956252754436784841</id><published>2007-07-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:41:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just came home not long ago, watched The Transformers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And because of sitting positions, now the whole of my left arm is aching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Academically, I'm still going up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otherwise, I think I'm going down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking and wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't seem to answer myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel as though my heart's being twisted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tell me, what flaws do I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, not the external flaws though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, listening to S.E.N.S's Wish can really make you cry.&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/16253342-7956252754436784841?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7956252754436784841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7956252754436784841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7956252754436784841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7956252754436784841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-came-home-not-long-ago-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8938361767019066230</id><published>2007-07-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:44:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I step into Ms Vasuki's class, I will feel totally turned off. As though it's really impossible to study there. After school, DNT-ed and went to Thomson CC to play ball, with Boris, ZhengJie, Dixon, Fabian, Kevin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JX and Michael came later. Some little boy as well. I know I shouldn't be playing ball, but I forced myself anyway. And as a result, pain. We stopped around 7.30 and headed home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what's worth your soul, tell me what's the reason that you hold on.&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/16253342-8938361767019066230?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8938361767019066230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8938361767019066230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8938361767019066230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8938361767019066230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/whenever-i-step-into-ms-vasukis-class-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9034140809533081316</id><published>2007-07-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:39:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Racial Harmony Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed racial, and harmonious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fights and fights. First was Aznan, not very surprising, it happens mentally everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then was Fabian, how deadly can human eyes be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A stare can lead to fight and even internal bleeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How is this possible? Is it to do with self-proclaimed-and-spread assumption of what a "stare" means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or what? Childishness? Maturity? Do people see words being projected in other people's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays, the stare of a decent looking girl either mean she is interested in you, or there is something on you that attracts attention. The stare of a punk-looking female means she is unhappy with you, this also goes to any guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are just general assumptions. It's all IMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;When you look at stuff that hurts you, until it's out of your sight, it feels as though you're dipping your body in freezing cold acid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-9034140809533081316?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9034140809533081316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9034140809533081316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9034140809533081316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9034140809533081316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1647811659101168618</id><published>2007-07-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:23:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in dubiety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Free me from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you're just way too fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, use your mind, don't be just another dime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today I woke up kind of late, but made it to school on time though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, sometimes it's really impossible to study with my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;School ended, I carried on with my DNT artefact with KianWei till about 4.15, went to look for the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Slacked around in school, left with Boris and ZhenHui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't bother absorbing nonsensical, illogical, unreasonable stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They can really screw you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&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/16253342-1647811659101168618?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1647811659101168618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1647811659101168618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1647811659101168618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1647811659101168618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/girl-youre-just-way-too-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8931932946665063807</id><published>2007-07-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:41:51.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you really sacrifice time for me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had another choice, a choice you have been known to love so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you didn't choose that choice, instead, you chose me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've read some stuffs that has produced doubts in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, what was the reason? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;From dictionary.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a person who professes beliefs and opinions that he or she does not hold in order to conceal his or her real feelings or motives .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's not that simple. I think they left out another point, that is that hyprocrites usually make use of their fake fronts to pull down another person's reputation drastically, wanting that person to receive bad impressions, especially from others who doesn't know him/her yet. And also, saving the "good impressions" for him/herself(the hypcocrite). Why do they do so? Possible reasons are because of jealousy, grudge, boredom, and so on. It's very clear that around you, there's a countless number of them. And also, don't deny it. It's very easy to tell if you are one.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, how many of your friends around you has told you bad stuffs about other people, leaving a bad impression of him/her in you, because you know nothing about that person, and soon find out that person is actually quite nice? Even if you already know that person, these hypocrites will psycho you until you change your impression towards their "victims".&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they so pathetic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-8931932946665063807?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8931932946665063807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8931932946665063807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8931932946665063807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8931932946665063807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-hypocrite-from-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9045152814977321742</id><published>2007-07-15T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:35:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, woke up at 9plus, supposingly 6 or 7plus in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went of the house with out of bed hair, then went to get breakfast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Came home, quarreled with my parents, went out at 3 plus, met up with Dixon, Terence and ShaoLoong to go buy stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought two tops and a belt, waited for Charles, slacked around Novena and left for concourse to play pool. Kai Loon and Fabian joined us later, and both left early.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played from 10plus till 4plus this morning, went to ShaoLoong house to get some sleep. Came home, slept more, went for a swim, and came home again, to be here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-9045152814977321742?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9045152814977321742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9045152814977321742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9045152814977321742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9045152814977321742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-woke-up-at-9plus-supposingly.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8890101767126548352</id><published>2007-07-14T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:36:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now, I'm feeling very, very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ed up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know it's gonna last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing know how to get out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing obstacles slowing me down in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obstacles with minds, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing useless minds at that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should isolate myself from everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping to not feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ed up anymore by then.&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/16253342-8890101767126548352?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8890101767126548352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8890101767126548352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8890101767126548352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8890101767126548352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-now-im-feeling-very-very-fuck-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9001742853403033537</id><published>2007-07-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:51:49.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was kind of interesting. After school went to watch the fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The winner received more punches and kicks than the loser though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wondered why people get into fights/use violence to settle problems?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never bothered looking up the accurate  scientific/psychological reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's a saying, "If you win a fight with your hands before using your brain/mouth, you are not a man".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So IMO, these people are stupid, and can't reason out stuffs logically. But simply feel offended, thus engaging in violence. Another reason is, the one who triggers the anger, triggers it for no reason, which is similar to yesterday's fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stupidity of these people can be very surprising. They can't reason out stuffs like, "He is angry with me, and wants to fight with me, because I insulted his parents, so I'm at fault no matter what". They think, "He is angry with me, and wants to fight with me, so I must fight with him to win. If I lose the fight, I'll become in the wrong."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took our pay, me and fabian received 200bucks, terence received a hundred, and dixon, fifty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder how should I spend it.. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way thoughts drill into my mind. And I love the thoughts drilled into&lt;/em&gt; my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-9001742853403033537?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9001742853403033537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9001742853403033537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9001742853403033537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9001742853403033537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7998703079205370329</id><published>2007-07-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:29:51.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To those who ask, I made my blog's template with slipshot HTML, hence you view it perfect only with 1024x768 resolution, and please wait till you see "done by brighton yam blahblah" before you start navigating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay Chou wrote a new song, "A secret that can never be told."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the theme song for an upcoming movie, "Slamdunk".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had my chinese oral today, N Level's preliminary. Ended pretty late. Like always, I'm the last to take it. Why must I be register number 30? My name starts with a "B".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms Leong said I'm not bad. Good to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After oral, went to help the canteen to find my classmates, slacked around, and left for home with KianWei, met Boris at ZhenHui at the bus stop tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By putting down love, we would be able to go further.&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/16253342-7998703079205370329?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7998703079205370329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7998703079205370329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7998703079205370329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7998703079205370329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-those-who-ask-i-made-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1078599877862587067</id><published>2007-07-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:51:21.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School, today was kinda fun, self-proclaimed free periods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After school went to j8, got spotchecked by the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went back to school, supposingly to "study" but ended up slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The library was gonna close, and so we, me, jiawei, ian, yongwei, dixon, fabian, arthur and kevin decided to hide at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Almost got locked up, almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to j8 again and then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, look at our lives now, it's filled with fun. Maybe not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday we wake up in the morning, go to school, school ends at 2, and at times 4 to 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that we hang out till 7+ and go home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this fun? It's repeating everyday. We have limited amount of fun in school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So to me, the only time we have fun is time after school and before school the following day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't forget about homework, revisions and other crap although majority skips them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's like that, what would it be next time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our parents' lives are worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They wake up everyday, go to work, come home, sometimes work again, go to sleep, wake up the next day, go to work, come home. It just goes on and on. And they aren't getting richer very fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They work for money, but they are helping their employers earn more and faster than them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why? My mom's an NTU Graduate with an Bachelorette In Arts Degree. As a producer now, I think she earns about 3K to 4K+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's little for someone with such qualifications.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad, a senior technical producer, was from ITE, now his earning the same, but he has worked for more than 20years in and for the same company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do qualifications really matter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's stopping my parents, and all other parents from getting out of this cycle? Is it fear of losing their job, fear of failing in businesses if they set up one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it lack of confidence in earning back the money that might be lost in taking risks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overcome this fears, make money come in and out continuously, don't let it stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;As this goes on, money will eventually stop going out and continue to come in and accumulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;If they ever go out again, think.&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/16253342-1078599877862587067?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1078599877862587067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1078599877862587067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1078599877862587067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1078599877862587067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-today-was-kinda-fun-self.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-272992847861636128</id><published>2007-07-07T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:16:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;today's my younger brother's  birthday. childhood memories. damn. :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-272992847861636128?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/272992847861636128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=272992847861636128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/272992847861636128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/272992847861636128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-my-younger-brothers-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3041079469835590114</id><published>2007-07-07T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:20:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cip today, and then bballed with zh, little shawn and gq, ben came later. boris came and i left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;past accident and injuries has really affected my movement totally man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;looks like i'm destined never to play bball anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, back to stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;hate me if this offends anyone out there, i'm fine with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;ever wondered why aren't there any competitions held for (MMO)RPG games like Maple, Diablo, FlyFF, RO and so on. And there are competitions from Online to LAN like the WCG, CPL, CAPL, GXLeague for games like CS, WC3FT, Need For Speed, Halo and so on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In RPG(RolePlaying Games) games, there's a climax point for everyone. That is when someone finds out the perfect combination of his or her status(Dex, Vit, Str etc) for the game, everyone will then find out eventually, and use it. Then using money to buy over the perfect items/equipments. So everyone will be equal. There is no challenge, the only challenge is "Who will be the first to figure out the perfect status combination". In which 5 days later everyone would forget who you are, or maybe no one would even care who found out the perfect combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whereas for FPS(First-Person-Shooting) games, there isn't a fixed climax point. Different people have different climax points. It all depends on your mind, your reflexes. Take CS for example, if you see a flashbang( a grenade that blinds you temporarily ), smart people would dodge it and turn back to shoot, and stupid people would just run into it thinking they can do the killing after the blindness wears out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for games like Need For Speed, if there's a sharp turn round a corner, and assuming both intends to drift throughout the corner, stupid people, would take the inner lane which would cause the car to drift to the outer lane halfway. To keep in the inner lane, the car needs to reduce its speed, hence would still be taken over. Smart people would simply take the outer lane and throw the weight of the car to the front, enabling it to maintain speed and turn as sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To experience such stupidity, observe the doing and reactions of a twit and a non-twit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, don't let a twit who acts like he/she isn't one fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;They talk with a totally chinese accent, even when they speak english normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's still not being a twit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they act as though they REALLY have english accent, that's when you can conclude their one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday I get to compare both during school time. heehee :\&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/16253342-3041079469835590114?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3041079469835590114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3041079469835590114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3041079469835590114'/><link 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us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall elaborate, sometime.&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/16253342-3509078121794799133?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3509078121794799133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3509078121794799133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3509078121794799133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3509078121794799133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/hypocrites.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2860902127607923236</id><published>2007-07-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:16:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm actually excited about my future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories are a mental impression retained; a recollection, the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences, the act or fact of retaining and recalling impressions, facts, etc.; remembrance; recollection, the length of time over which recollection extends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've alot. I want to rewind time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are my thoughts really that weird? Or am I surrounded by people who have lousy thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my thoughts are thoughts that drives a person far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-2860902127607923236?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2860902127607923236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2860902127607923236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2860902127607923236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2860902127607923236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-actually-excited-about-my-future.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6766987043077663053</id><published>2007-07-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:54:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you been doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you been eating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What grades have you been getting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you been thinking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who have you been hanging out with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who have I offended?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who have I pleased?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do I love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do I not love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do I miss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who have I wronged?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has mistaken my intentions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose intentions have I mistaken?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much have you been spending?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How old am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much sleep have I been getting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I been thinking much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I'm into "Thinking" and "Thoughts" of my own, and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think there are many, many stupid people. Although not born stupid, they've become stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look around you, look at yourself, are you stupid? What's your thoughts and mentality like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Emo" ? Or matured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you face facts, or do you not?&lt;br /&gt;Are you pathologically lying to yourself, or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've realized that there are stupid people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've also realized that there's a countless number of stupid people around me. Including people I hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look around your good friends, start with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll find stupidity, if you know how to. You need to stop thinking stupid to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Change people. It's time to. I shall elaborate sometime soon.&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/16253342-6766987043077663053?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6766987043077663053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6766987043077663053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6766987043077663053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6766987043077663053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-have-you-been-doing-what-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4340618056150811191</id><published>2007-06-29T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:42:39.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK, about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why does he/she bother?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't jump to conclusions in terms of thoughts and "from-now-on--towards-you-I-will-be" attitude. It's showing how NOT understanding you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's over. I think birthdays are just about presents, wishes and anniversary of your birth. Quite boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, but this year it's abit different. In a way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-4340618056150811191?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4340618056150811191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4340618056150811191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4340618056150811191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4340618056150811191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4847095561728386319</id><published>2007-06-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:56:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The type that knows he is weaker and admits defeat.&lt;br /&gt;The type that knows he is weaker and doesn't admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;The type that knows he is weaker, acts as if he admits defeat, and tries his best to provoke you.&lt;br /&gt;The type that knows he is weaker, acts humble and acts as though he is acting weak. Thinking you would think he isn't weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-4847095561728386319?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4847095561728386319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4847095561728386319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4847095561728386319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4847095561728386319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/type-that-knows-he-is-weaker-and-admits.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4949637016070049473</id><published>2007-06-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:39:16.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you cause, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna hold you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna kiss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my everything and I really miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And girl you're just way too fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl use your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be just another dime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I can't take seeing you with him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh damn, here comes the screw-me-up thoughts, running through my mind, now and then, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm in the mood to mug. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : During february.&lt;br /&gt;Alan : Wah, pain bo?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Pcb, first and the last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alan : LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jkson : alan you know why your girl nv reject u?&lt;br /&gt;Jkson : cos others reject her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Fights*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past few days, I've thought about different kinds of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Different kinds of personality/attitude. Well, in terms of friendship tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assuming they all care, when you tell them problems, they will go like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Type One: "Lol. Don't think too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Type Two:  "Yeah, it's like that, I've been like this before." "Don't think too much alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Type Three: "Tell me about it, maybe I can help, trust me, even if I can't, just tell me. You'll feel better." "Don't think too much alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's just this difference, I think its the difference in IQ and EQ. People of Type One wouldn't have the brains to analyze your problems, thus don't dare to ask and think of solutions for you, but yeah it's drop-dead easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People of Type Two ACT like they know, but give zero advices, because they don't know at all, how you're feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People of Type Three, they admit if they don't know how you feel, but they try to, and they let you confide in them, and solve your problems like mathematical equations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupidity and dumbness of human.&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/16253342-4949637016070049473?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4949637016070049473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4949637016070049473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4949637016070049473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4949637016070049473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-you-and-i-miss-you-and-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9038398294942624010</id><published>2007-06-23T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:39:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's 8:37AM now. I just reached home not long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, went to meet kai loon at 5, and we pooled at tpy's safra til around 7, that's when charles came. then we went to serangoon, but didn't manage to play. so went to concourse, and we pool-ed til morning, 5+ 6. and then slacked til around 7, and home, now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;later, town. damn i'm lacking lots of sleep.&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/16253342-9038398294942624010?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9038398294942624010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9038398294942624010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9038398294942624010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9038398294942624010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-837am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-486589300993686476</id><published>2007-06-22T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:46:19.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-486589300993686476?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/486589300993686476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=486589300993686476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/486589300993686476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/486589300993686476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-to-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3912524847167458158</id><published>2007-06-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:15:14.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I slept at 4am and woke up at 9+am this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to meet QuinFei and Winnie, and then went to Mr Zaidi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;We reached, and we left on the spot. Ate at Lot1 then went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I came home, bathed, msn-ed, then slept awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up and went to meet Lydia and YuZhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slacked at j8's arcade, watching yuzhi whack drumpads, then visited sick zhiwei, slacked at her house's playground til 9+10. Then headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, DNT. Again.&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/16253342-3912524847167458158?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3912524847167458158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3912524847167458158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3912524847167458158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3912524847167458158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-slept-at-4am-and-woke-up-at-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-5857126819657742942</id><published>2007-06-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:43:32.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another meaning song that I like. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gallery, by Mario Vasquez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God broke the mold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he made this one I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's breathtaking but so much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She walks in the room, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your lungs close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making you never want to breathe again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her boyfriend has got so much dough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much ice his neck and wrist frozeIs he faithful to her? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she chose to be with him, shorty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me is the money worth your soul?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what's the reason that you hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And girl you're just way too fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl use your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be just another dime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ecauseI can't take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know exactly what you'll be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another priceless work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's so confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knows she deserves more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who will love and adore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But his money's hard to ignore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She really doesn't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl it's just a matter of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before he finds another more fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After he's done dulling your shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're out the door and he's through with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me is the money worth your soul?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what's the reason that you hold on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And girl you're just way too fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta be treated as one of a kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl use your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be just another dime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know exactly what you'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another priceless work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a masterpiece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't appreciate your beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let him cheapen you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He don't see you like i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful not just for show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time that someone let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know exactly what you'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another priceless work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know exactly what you'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another priceless work of art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his gallery&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/16253342-5857126819657742942?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5857126819657742942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5857126819657742942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5857126819657742942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5857126819657742942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-meaning-song-that-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4033456667013697962</id><published>2007-06-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:32:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outings, homework, DNT, everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiring, :I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;StrivestrivestrivestrivestriveStrI'mstrivingstrivingstrivingstriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strivingstrivingstrivingstrivingstrivingstrivingstrivingstriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alan : Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Serangoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;JingWei : Now what time ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : 2.37AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alan : Here got what bus now?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;JingWei : Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alan : Huh smlj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-4033456667013697962?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4033456667013697962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4033456667013697962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4033456667013697962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4033456667013697962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/outings-homework-dnt-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3633122073283489878</id><published>2007-06-10T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:55:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam Khoo Learning Technologies Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leroy Frank Ratnam, Danny Tong, Freddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although it's only three days, I'd never forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although I only weeped afew drip of tears, I know I held back a sea of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really made me think much better. And I've come to realize many things as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up at 10am today, and was woke up at one plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to meet hweeling and jiong jun to waste time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to collect money and came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;" If you need me as much as you said you did, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;then you wouldn’t have hurt me like I ain’t shit. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate when people intentionally remind me about unhappy stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since then, I think I've never failed to screw things up whenever we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess you forgot about the times that we shared. :D&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/16253342-3633122073283489878?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3633122073283489878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3633122073283489878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3633122073283489878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3633122073283489878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/adam-khoo-learning-technologies-group.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-9094198636839436841</id><published>2007-06-04T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:35:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This goes out to someone,&lt;br /&gt;that was once the most important person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t realize that at the time,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forgive myself for the way I treated you,&lt;br /&gt;So, I don’t really expect you to either.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just...  I don’t even know, just listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the most touching song I'd ever fall for so easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the one that I want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one that I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one that I gotta have just to succeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I first saw youI knew it was real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry about the pain I made you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That wasn’t me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me show you the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look for the sun but it’s raining today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when I first looked into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was like God was there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven in the skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wore a disguise cause I didn’t wanna get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I didn’t know I made every day worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me we were crazy in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you didn’t care when push came to shove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you loved me as much as you said you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you wouldn’t have hurt me like I ain’t shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you push me away like you never even knew me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you with my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really and truly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess you forgot of the times that we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I would run my fingers through your hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late night just holding you in my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t know how I could do you so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanna show you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really need to hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanna know you like no one else can know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re number one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always in my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I can’t believe that our love's torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you causeI wanna hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna kiss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my everything and I really miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you and I miss you and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you cause &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna kiss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my everything and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you’re gonna sit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And play this with your new man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then sit and laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you’re holding his hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thought of that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just shatters my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It breaks in my soul and it tears me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our timing was off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was scared to show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I wanna hold you until I can’t hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday seems strange. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your name is forever planted in my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dammit I’m insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away the hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we can make it work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about when you looked into my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told me you loved me as you would hug me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess everything you said was a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about it It brings tears to my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m not even a thought in your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see clearly my love is not blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wish everything could’ve turned out different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a special feeling about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought maybe you did too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you’d understand, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll always be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll always be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first day it seemed so magical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember all the times that I had with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when you first came to my house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You looked like an angel wearing that blouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hit it off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew it was real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I can’t take all the pain that I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reach in your heart I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m still there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna hear that you no longer care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when we kissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t think you’d ever do me like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t think you’d wanna see me depressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you’d be there for me this I confess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you were my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was that a lie? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m nothing to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;You’re with another guy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried I tried I tried and I’m tryin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now on the inside it feels like I’m dyin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aviation - You Were My Everything.&lt;/strong&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/16253342-9094198636839436841?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/9094198636839436841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=9094198636839436841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9094198636839436841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/9094198636839436841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-goes-out-to-someone-that-was-once.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-2226330591622292929</id><published>2007-05-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:25:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goosebumps, sleepless nights, poor concentration, exhaustion. Oh man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it explains how certain people miraculously manage to indulge themselves in studies, in games, in working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To occupy the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I do feel alot better tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again, so what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-2226330591622292929?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/2226330591622292929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=2226330591622292929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2226330591622292929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/2226330591622292929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/goosebumps-sleepless-nights-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6983145572866083202</id><published>2007-05-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:41:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not feeling a thing huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-6983145572866083202?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6983145572866083202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6983145572866083202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6983145572866083202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6983145572866083202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-feeling-thing-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8922343116966049475</id><published>2007-05-22T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:57:29.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a sound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I figured I must stop being such a child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know how much I've been around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much my heart just frowns of your down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lin Jun Jie - Down.&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/16253342-8922343116966049475?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8922343116966049475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8922343116966049475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8922343116966049475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8922343116966049475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/without-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6349378325121373849</id><published>2007-05-21T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:47:28.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey dog, I've been wondering, what do you dream about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And If I'm right, I'm sorry man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you to be like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll find a day to help you break free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me, buddy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't decide anything.&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/16253342-6349378325121373849?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/6349378325121373849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=6349378325121373849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6349378325121373849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6349378325121373849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-dog-ive-been-wondering-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-7469848572692794457</id><published>2007-05-20T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:58:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unity, reunion;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the night was great overall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;failed to go to the red house again, uneven number of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;truth or dare, card games, horror movies, swimming, laptopping at mac with milo, beach/seaside/whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that two cups of milo, that laptop, those two seats, those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i won't remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;stop driving into that topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;because it drives my mind into a whirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;recently, i've realized someone's importance in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't expect much from her tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;because she is expecting too much from herself, and a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;she's like a baby to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;my mind's tiring me out.&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/16253342-7469848572692794457?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/7469848572692794457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=7469848572692794457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7469848572692794457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/7469848572692794457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/unity-reunion-night-was-great-overall.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1505575238247753104</id><published>2007-05-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:01:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got this from the 9pm show. Didn't really remember it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People tend to treasure things only after they lose it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&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/16253342-1505575238247753104?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1505575238247753104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1505575238247753104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1505575238247753104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1505575238247753104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-this-from-9pm-show.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-4814051248583888488</id><published>2007-05-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:01:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today, pool-ed with zhenhui half naked. got drenched before that.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure i vented my anger and frustrations well.&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing so by playing cs a whole lot recently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;es oh am ee tee hech ai ann gee - ai es - am ai es es ai ann gee.&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/16253342-4814051248583888488?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/4814051248583888488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=4814051248583888488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4814051248583888488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/4814051248583888488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-pool-ed-with-zhenhui-half-naked.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-8941547996847473166</id><published>2007-05-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:58:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't expect me to do anything soon, or maybe ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But experiences has made me completely diffident when it comes to stuff like this.&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/16253342-8941547996847473166?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/8941547996847473166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=8941547996847473166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8941547996847473166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/8941547996847473166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-expect-me-to-do-anything-soon-or.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3857910853025396058</id><published>2007-05-15T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:38:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It takes a minute to become friends, months or years to fall in love, and a life time to forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I think it would be better this way :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It takes a minute to become friends, months or years to fall in love, a life time to forget. But a second to hate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;At worst, I'm hot and short-tempered, ignorant, insulting, provoking, annoying, irritating, illogical, unreasonable, cold-blooded, nonsensical, infact every negative characteristic a person can have should be listed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know, whether I'm at my worst or not, there are reasons behind all my doings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know as Me. If ever, I possess any or all of the above characteristics with reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't blame me, but I get annoyed by stupid and stubborn people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I doubt I'll ever be able to understand genuine stupidity and stubborness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;One example is blind obsession of stupidity and stubbornness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not being able to get one out of such stupidity and stubbornness even by brainwashing with logic, sense, and facts can be annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wake up, stop being stupid and stubborn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-3857910853025396058?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3857910853025396058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3857910853025396058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3857910853025396058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3857910853025396058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-takes-minute-to-become-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1332236575116566095</id><published>2007-05-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:38:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really amazing. Thinking back, I realize how lucky I was. In terms of wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or should I say, family wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owning a stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owning a cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owning a LAN shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owning a Rover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owning a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having tuition for multiple subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having piano lessons( my brothers )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having sailing lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having air-con in and out of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having good food everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having no more businesses running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more high-class car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more marine transport of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;piano lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more air-con out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Appetite worsens by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alot more to compare. I used to spend like mad, and actually never thought "running out of money".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; felt happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm getting more and more easily angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess it's time I seclude myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel I should let go of everything, everyone, including myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm feeling very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I came up with something, rather nonsensical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is always one-sided. Unless it's LovevoL.&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16253342-1332236575116566095?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1332236575116566095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1332236575116566095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1332236575116566095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1332236575116566095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-really-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-6035071613196758189</id><published>2007-05-06T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:58:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today, or rather, yesterday. no, wait, maybe now. i'm feeling really mixed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;why? i realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not about what, who, when, where, how you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's about what, who, when, where, how you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;exclude what, when, where, how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're back, you're here again, let me know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/16253342-6035071613196758189?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6035071613196758189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/6035071613196758189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-or-rather-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16253342.post-5467014928862871836</id><published>2007-05-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:45:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the years that I've knowk you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok I know I was late again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in the bin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why are you making this thing drag on so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see it all so clearly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me at the door with you in a state&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't say those words it's so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They turn my whole world upside down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the night you said to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love you more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craig David - Just Don't Love You No More.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want reasons, I want answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything's so different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't make me kill someone.&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/16253342-5467014928862871836?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/5467014928862871836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=5467014928862871836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5467014928862871836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/5467014928862871836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-all-years-that-ive-knowk-you-baby-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3933644525244542049</id><published>2007-04-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:56:09.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The question is, so what if things are made known, made clear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judging by the distance created for some reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that amount of obsession towards another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In which I give my revulsion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems that it won't matter anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I do hope it would, one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Water pipe in my house burst. No water for the day, and maybe more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Horrible.&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/16253342-3933644525244542049?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3933644525244542049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3933644525244542049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3933644525244542049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3933644525244542049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/04/question-is-so-what-if-things-are-made.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3367976098020439217</id><published>2007-04-28T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:47:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, but I’m doin’ it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know, if I could do it over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat I left unspoken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is being so close,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having so much to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watching you walk away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never knowing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could have been,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not seeing that loving you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I was trying to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Rascal Flatt's What Hurts The Most.&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/16253342-3367976098020439217?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3367976098020439217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3367976098020439217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3367976098020439217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3367976098020439217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-hard-to-deal-with-pain-of-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-3241298417525512379</id><published>2007-04-27T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:53:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm an atheist, or maybe an agnostical. I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Be it, an atheist or an agnostical, I think being either is being smarter than believers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Call me blasphemy but honestly, I don't mean any offence, just speaking my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To those who believe in God, I think you are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You can believe in luck, in spirits, but not God, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Think about how did you come to believe in God. Probably someone made you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Think about how this someone come to believe in God. Probably someone made him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now think about how the very first person come to believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you think he or she has seen God? Is this possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, if you ask me, I'd say he or she just didn't know why certain things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hence assumed someone, something, is making them happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And he or she then calls this someone or something "God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you ask me why "God", I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;That's just like asking why are you named your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nobody, on Earth has ever seen God. Ask me why things are happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't know too. But think about "side effects".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What does this two consecutive words mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is the definition from dictionary.com :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" any accompanying or consequential and usually detrimental effect: the side effects of air pollution. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm short, and being short, growing to be short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is the consequantial and detrimental effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of not drinking enough milk, eating enough veggie when I was young, years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I mean years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All this consequences start to build up since the very first day of whatever you call what you're in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I call it Life. But before Life, I don't know what's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes you have to observe what is it you do and mention that makes someone unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;And from there, reasons usually surface. But its level of obviosity depends.&lt;br /&gt;Love from one can be classified into wanted and unwanted kind.&lt;br /&gt;Love like cars, should be tuned to be perfect.&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/16253342-3241298417525512379?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/3241298417525512379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=3241298417525512379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3241298417525512379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/3241298417525512379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-atheist-or-maybe-agnostical.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</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-16253342.post-1729350315557189373</id><published>2007-04-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:45:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, any idea how much words have you taken back by doing so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think far back, and real hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a residue.&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/16253342-1729350315557189373?l=xerqion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/feeds/1729350315557189373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16253342&amp;postID=1729350315557189373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1729350315557189373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16253342/posts/default/1729350315557189373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xerqion.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-any-idea-how-much-words-have-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>XerqioNNN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230096461855276691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
