<?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-12690264</id><updated>2011-09-09T17:20:57.228+08:00</updated><category term='..'/><title type='text'>Me, The Imaginarist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-7825549598085679251</id><published>2010-09-28T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:59:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每天迟回。。是不想面对四面墙的感觉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家累了。。。就睡。。。什么都可以不用去想。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再多一天。。。就是你的生日了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7825549598085679251?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7825549598085679251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7825549598085679251' title='0 Comments'/><link 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back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asked me do I still love u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be still a yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have all changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there r certain things in life that wun change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think no one will come here to read my blog anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too quiet for months le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they remove the blindfold from u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on ur face...is simply unforgettable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wun forget for as long as I live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got the time..reread the month of march and  April 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still get to see ur smile again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4121312606403802881?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-2133347271631089644</id><published>2010-08-14T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:42:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJx6MpBdA90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJx6MpBdA90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;你的繪畫凌亂著 在這個時刻&lt;br /&gt;我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 甜蜜散落了&lt;br /&gt;情緒莫名的拉扯 我還愛你呢&lt;br /&gt;伴你斷斷續續唱著歌 假裝沒事了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間過了走了 &lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;" href="http://ipobar.com/list.php?f=1091"&gt;愛情&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;面臨選擇&lt;br /&gt;你冷了倦了 我哭了&lt;br /&gt;一開始的不快樂 你用卡片細寫著&lt;br /&gt;有些愛只給到這 真的痛了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 你累了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢淹了&lt;br /&gt;開心與不開心 一一細數著 你在不捨&lt;br /&gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 我都還記得&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的&lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;" href="http://ipobar.com/list.php?f=730"&gt;音樂&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 你累了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢淹了 我都還記得&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 說好的 幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是爱你。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是觉的看到你在那里受苦。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不值得。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我放手。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心情会比较好一点。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你轻松自在。。。我只想看到那样的你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一年的所有记忆。。回忆。。。开心。。。不开心。。痛苦的。。流泪的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你很快会走出来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你。。所以我放你走。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;绑着你来爱着你的感觉不好受。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放开你来爱着你的感觉比较开心一点。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的幸福就在那。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也会去寻找我拥有的幸福。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放心吧。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-2133347271631089644?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2133347271631089644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=2133347271631089644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2133347271631089644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2133347271631089644'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-5862418479786217319</id><published>2010-06-20T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:51:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week had been a toy-crazy week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to science center for the pixar show case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting with all the drawings, mini-films and miniatures...=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA...Must watch Toy story 3..^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5862418479786217319?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5862418479786217319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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lesson when I was brushing my teeth halfway in the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the heavy armor of mine clank onto the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mum for like being so understanding for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can just focus on piano, running and working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still this little corner of my heart missing someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything is steady and calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile and her voice is enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan to think so much for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4370966329238612719?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4370966329238612719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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turbulent of emotions out of human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets sighed of love&lt;br /&gt;Pianist bleed their own tatter soul into the keys&lt;br /&gt;Artists drip their sadness onto their caricature..&lt;br /&gt;Writers scratch their heart out onto the piece of crumble paper.&lt;br /&gt;Dancers bend their body posture into a posture of depression&lt;br /&gt;Actors put on their mask and conceal their most deepest feeling into their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief.  Sadness. Depression. Darkness. Strangulation. Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience the meaning of grief...&lt;br /&gt;Crying is my best mechanism to shred everything out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;My heart is healing..&lt;br /&gt;My soul is sewing itself back into place..&lt;br /&gt;I know we can never went back again..&lt;br /&gt;I have accept the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wherever you are...&lt;br /&gt;Remember I am always here loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your back if you need a resting place...&lt;br /&gt;I will be your listening ear if you ever need someone to talk to....&lt;br /&gt;I will be what you wan me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never hurt me like last week...&lt;br /&gt;The pain. I will always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan to go back to experience it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am happy when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知足就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and find your dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy in whatever you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry, I am just right beside you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5521004140281075475?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5521004140281075475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5521004140281075475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5521004140281075475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5521004140281075475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-say.html' title='They say..'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6716769563356053744</id><published>2010-06-11T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:11:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not about the stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the boring paper work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a people's people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thing it's my problem, that I can't adjust well...I just need time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking tru it..I finally noe what is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to sit down in a chair from 9-6 is damn boring for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel fidgety after lunch break...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true I need the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am slowly losing my patience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6716769563356053744?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6716769563356053744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6716769563356053744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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myself to push on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing on...till I reach my destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mind-wrecking, your legs will turn wobbly...but yet I wan to go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical pain is nothing compare to the pain I keep inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I sweat it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat everything out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat sweat sweat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6945127968619500072?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6945127968619500072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6945127968619500072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qm_qUU-O40I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哭到累了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我需要改变我自己。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想大忙一场。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不需要去想那么多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱归爱。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想做我想做的事情。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想重新活过来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想重新呼吸。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重新再来。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想叛逆。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想疯多一次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还年轻。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要站起来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要回来。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到原来的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我变坏。。我也不在乎了。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为原来的我根本就是这样。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想伪装了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1194370803141650417?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1194370803141650417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1194370803141650417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1194370803141650417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1194370803141650417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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having neither status nor commitments, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I still promise to honour u, love u, care  for u, not abandon u, always be there for you and never take you for  granted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What i said was  true and still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My heart  is still with you, til now no one can replace you in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will not break your heart regardless of  what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I do not do sweet  talks, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;em&gt;posted by regine lim at      &lt;a class="post-footer-link" href="http://msregine.blogspot.com/2009/02/despite-us-having-neither-status-nor.html" title="permanent link"&gt; 7:53 AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a class="post-footer-link" href="http://msregine.blogspot.com/2009/02/despite-us-having-neither-status-nor.html" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;现在换我对你说你以前所跟我说的一切。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管你在哪。。跟哪一个人在一起。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我都会在。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你觉得累的时候，打给我&lt;br /&gt;你觉得想哭的时候，打给我&lt;br /&gt;你觉的你需要一个人来听听你，打给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管我到哪。。。只要是你打给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会接。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能不爱你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果要用这样的方式来爱，我愿意。。。只要你开心。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要叫我醒来。。没有用的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5662857057541706605?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5662857057541706605/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;疼你的责任&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;每次你任性时说的一些话&lt;br /&gt;你知道那有多伤人吗&lt;br /&gt;但我顶多只气个三分钟吧&lt;br /&gt;最后依然体贴的送你回家&lt;br /&gt;有时想如果我不是一直让&lt;br /&gt;你也许会懂得学着体谅&lt;br /&gt;但是我完全无法硬着心肠&lt;br /&gt;做得让你有一点难过失望&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;要你是最快乐最单纯的人&lt;br /&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛&lt;br /&gt;原来不奢望的变成可能&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;让你做最轻松最自然的人&lt;br /&gt;我想不遮掩也是一种信任&lt;br /&gt;爱得了解包容才算爱得完整&lt;br /&gt;有时想如果我不是一直让&lt;br /&gt;你也许会懂得学着体谅&lt;br /&gt;但是我完全无法硬着心肠&lt;br /&gt;做得让你有一点难过失望&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;要你是最快乐最单纯的人&lt;br /&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛&lt;br /&gt;原来不奢望的变成可能&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;让你做最轻松最自然的人&lt;br /&gt;我想不遮掩也是一种信任&lt;br /&gt;爱得了解包容才算爱得完整&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;要你是最快乐最单纯的人&lt;br /&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛&lt;br /&gt;原来不奢望的变成可能&lt;br /&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;让你做最轻松最自然的人&lt;br /&gt;我想不遮掩也是一种信任&lt;br /&gt;爱得了解包容才算爱得完整&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Y I choose this Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;每次你任性时说的一些话 你知道那有多伤人吗&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tats wat I feel every time u make me jealous..but I noe u r just trying to see me twitching with jealousy..T.T But as usual just like this song, 但我顶多只气个三分钟吧 or maybe much lesser..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;总觉得有疼你的责任&lt;br /&gt;要你是最快乐最单纯的人&lt;br /&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛&lt;br /&gt;原来不奢望的变成可能&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanna dote on u…just wanna hold u in my arms and whisper sweet nothings to ur sensitive ear…and spent the nite under the star…just with u and the whole star blinking around the sky…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛 原来不奢望的变成可能..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span id="autosave" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; 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pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still feel the same way towards you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still wan to love you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still wan to hold onto your hand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A moment of folly wun change my feeling towards you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I myself too sin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She make my heart beat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She make me think of all the times that I have once spent with her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She make me think of all those forbidden thinkings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But somewhere in the corner of my heart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wan to be with u..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not out of routine..or out of habit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's still love..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember telling you the way to withstand all the obstacles in a relationship...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"To keep falling in love/lust with the person you love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe falling in love is more exciting compare to staying in love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I choose the latter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno how long can we last after all this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I wan to us to give a try one more time again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wan to borrow ur heart jus for four more months...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为你让我的心变得丰盛 原来不奢望的变成可能....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only you make me think of the impossible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss u so much...a lot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果你没那么想我。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;没关系，我只要你偶尔想起我就好了。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;让我从心追回你。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;就算你可能不会再读我所写的东西。。无所谓。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我在乎你就好了。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你要多少时间。。就给你多少时间。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;因为你为了等我。。哭过了。。伤过了。。疯了。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你还是坚持下去。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我相信这一次该换我了。。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我爱你。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-3725311201656037162</id><published>2010-05-30T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:19:03.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for feeling this way...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tot u can nv hurt me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U can't...u nv well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even u hurt me...it wun be tat painful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really painful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a old wound tear apart again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still wan u by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what an irony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3725311201656037162?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3725311201656037162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3725311201656037162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3725311201656037162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3725311201656037162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-myself-for-feeling-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5378281657243965479</id><published>2010-05-28T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:30:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The picture said it all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S_99274kCyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/M3rsKVSDqGk/s1600/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S_99274kCyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/M3rsKVSDqGk/s320/DSC00890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476234054647155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LEt's do it..let's do it..let's do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel motel..holiday inn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHoot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into clubbing life nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wan to club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jio me ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5378281657243965479?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5378281657243965479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5378281657243965479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5378281657243965479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5378281657243965479'/><link 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGcgF3HeMM8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;從你眼睛　看著自己&lt;br /&gt;最幸福的倒影&lt;br /&gt;握在手心的默契&lt;br /&gt;是明天的指引&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;無論是遠近　什麼世紀&lt;br /&gt;在天堂擁抱　或荒野流離&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;我愛你　我敢去&lt;br /&gt;未知的　任何命運&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;我愛你　我願意&lt;br /&gt;准你來跋扈的決定　世界邊境&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;偶爾我真的不懂你&lt;br /&gt;又有誰真懂自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;往往兩個人多親密&lt;br /&gt;是透過傷害來證明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;像焦慮不安　我就任性&lt;br /&gt;怕洩漏你怕　所以你生氣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;我愛你　讓我聽　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;你的疲憊和恐懼　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;我愛你　我想親　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;你倔強到極限的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;我撐起所有愛圍成風雨的禁地&lt;br /&gt;擋狂風豪雨　想讓你喘口氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;被劃破的信心　需要時間痊癒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夢想纏著懷疑　未來看不清&lt;br /&gt;就緊緊的擁抱去傳遞　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;能量和勇氣　我愛你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;我愛你　我想去&lt;br /&gt;未知的　任何命運&lt;br /&gt;我愛你　讓我聽　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;你的疲憊和恐懼　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;我愛你　我想親　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;你倔強到極限的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;哪裡都一起去　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起仰望星星　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起走出森林　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起品嘗回憶　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起誤會妒忌　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起雨過天晴　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起更懂自己　　　　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一起找到意義&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愛你&lt;br /&gt;我不要沒有你&lt;br /&gt;我不能沒有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;決不能沒有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love u so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh...The feeling of losing u is gnawing at my heart rite nw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine a life without u inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun wan to lose u...let me be selfish for a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dun wan to lose u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun wan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let us be like this for a bit longer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all I ask from u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5503421337803679633?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5503421337803679633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5503421337803679633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5503421337803679633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5503421337803679633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-u-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-2346977869766647676</id><published>2010-05-15T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:50:22.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally get a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...Indeed, I get a lots of nagging and lectures telling me finding a job is hard, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my parent kept betting me to their last dollars that I am unable to find a job tat soon and they just tell me to accept any jobs tat come into my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did previously and I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;  working in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant I am ok with the whole package: Perseverance, getting growl by my boss, trying to deal with idiotic ppl over the phones, filling a mountain pile of papers and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno I just get my heart in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the surrounding..maybe I hate wearing the same old uniform..maybe it's the age gap..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the 5 and a half day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well..it's all in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca from wisma job agency did touch my nerve regarding to all the words tat I had just mentioned above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I need to get a job tat I like...not get a job for the sake of a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did...even tru it's the same old office job dealing with paper works, tons of phone calling, tons of numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can survived this all...after all...it' s sth I like..BREAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth, I was telling myself not to have any high hope for this company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wan a Account and Admin Officer...I dun have any relevant experience in accounting job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a pile of resumes beside them when they are interviewing me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like uh-oh..shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end: They hired me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I receive their call, I was SO HAPPY...like YES...I found it! They wan me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nv feel in tat kind of way for a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among so many potential candidates, they hire me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why Am I so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good office environment..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can walk bare-foot in the office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can wear short to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 days..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;near my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's all, folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-2346977869766647676?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2346977869766647676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=2346977869766647676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2346977869766647676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2346977869766647676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-finally-get-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-975168317009133325</id><published>2010-05-13T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:45:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9U-EdBgwNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9U-EdBgwNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咳。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的真的很爱你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许最近我们都忙着做我们自己的事。。。有点冷淡了我们的爱情。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有怪你。。。也没有怪我自己。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有忘记我们的每个月的纪念日。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有忘记你那副担心的模样。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有忘记你躺在我怀里睡觉的时候。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有忘记你送我礼物的时候。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种感觉只有在你身上我才找的到。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是真的真的很爱你。。不是因为依赖。。还是习惯。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是用心的去爱你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给我多一点的时间。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有好多地方还没带你去。。。有好多东西还没与你完成。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能没有你。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-975168317009133325?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/975168317009133325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=975168317009133325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/975168317009133325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/975168317009133325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8059098841560464428</id><published>2010-05-10T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:07:29.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life's Challenge is Being Dramatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlifeschallengequiz/dramatic.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a colorful and flamboyant person. Your emotions run high, and you're passionate about almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very expressive, and you never fail to say what's on your mind. You are intense and driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your passion can sometimes turn into moodiness. You can be a bit unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just thought before you spoke, you might regret less in your life. And that's something worth biting your tongue for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlifeschallengequiz/"&gt;What's Your Life's Challenge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite flamboyant sometime...&lt;br /&gt;ROFL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8059098841560464428?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8059098841560464428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8059098841560464428' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaRxUieZFqc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;As love is fading,&lt;br /&gt;From all the things that we are&lt;br /&gt;But are not saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can we see beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;And make it to the dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Change the colors of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And open up to&lt;br /&gt;The ways you made me feel alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ways I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that never died,&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To start a new day.&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart can still survive&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of your grace.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fade into the light.&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Where love will find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now that we're here,&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've come this far,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;For I am right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;For all my life,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love had never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby...what abt now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U claim that our love have turn into a new dimension...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well..me too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It had turned into sth much...but I dunno wat's tat call..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's still love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love have nv went away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still wan to be with u...whether U like it or nt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Used to like coke with its flavour..the sizziness..the excitement...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I nw prefer a cup of warm soothing tea o...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT may not be tat exciting to a can of coke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we can add a teaspoon of sugar once in a while to sweeten our relationship..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or if u wan..add a cup of milk to make it a cup of teh si..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or ice cubes to make it Teh O peng...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'll still taste nice...unlike coke...it will make one burp out with a kind of gassy feeling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-444247410283444131?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-5854594497657800714</id><published>2010-05-03T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:20:12.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian...coz of my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun have the feeling to revise my theory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml nite..I will take all my books to library to revise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have the time to quarrel with her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5854594497657800714?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5854594497657800714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tat I am young..I can't take the stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can...it's jus the stress is like a big hammer thumping into ur head every seconds..every minute..like a digital watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nerve-wrecking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5494501443454685429?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5494501443454685429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5494501443454685429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5494501443454685429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463948642614585666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S9PYV1oFKUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZtBEsKSVPYE/s320/DSC00560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WHoot&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; and I went down to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tomica&lt;/span&gt; pub at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinatown&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ambience's&lt;/span&gt; quite nice, soothing and cozy in a creative way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time down to a lesbian Pub...like finally...HAHAHA...Wt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Enise who intro us to tat place..=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a fun time at there...playing drinking game and "I never..." game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nv noe Enise's sexual desire can be so max to the TOP..HAHAHA..(jus kidding)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4342249146492502714?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4342249146492502714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4342249146492502714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4342249146492502714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4342249146492502714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoot-my-gf-and-i-went-down-to-tomica.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S9PYV1oFKUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZtBEsKSVPYE/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-3198623147666244094</id><published>2010-04-21T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:46:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lmb-xX-Gr5A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum will eventually accept me for who I am one day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3198623147666244094?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3198623147666244094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3198623147666244094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3198623147666244094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3198623147666244094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-my-mum-will-eventually-accept-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-9098616245613021617</id><published>2010-04-19T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:39:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>也许我应该好好去想我以前做错的事。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对。。也许我看不到自己的错误。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很讨厌犯错。。讨厌被人指责。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我讨厌认错。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全部都是我的错。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在浪费你的时间。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你对我太好了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-9098616245613021617?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/9098616245613021617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=9098616245613021617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9098616245613021617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9098616245613021617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-9205940845717115868</id><published>2010-04-18T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:06:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shutter Island AND pink shirt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Teddy Daniels: I wonder, is it better to live like a monster, or die a  good man?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I will choose the latter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than reliving all the bad memories, it will be good to end everything in a gunshot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's the feeling I get after watching movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the movie was being set up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that Teddy had were filmed in such an artistic way that leave me hanging for the next scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should watch the movie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-9205940845717115868?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/9205940845717115868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=9205940845717115868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9205940845717115868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9205940845717115868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/shutter-island-and-pink-shirt.html' title='The Shutter Island AND pink shirt...'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4048488173928503153</id><published>2010-04-17T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:43:29.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days of "some" teen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S8lkrjyDXZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/o6LR3fWlwIg/s1600/Childhood_by_ingrid_crimson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S8lkrjyDXZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/o6LR3fWlwIg/s320/Childhood_by_ingrid_crimson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461006722665766290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally process my first sales order through call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nowadays&lt;/span&gt;  keep working, piano-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and gig out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt; I miss her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got plan for the the future through....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dun intend to stay in the office for the rest of my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawn..blog later...sleep first..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4048488173928503153?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4048488173928503153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4048488173928503153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4048488173928503153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4048488173928503153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-are-days-of-some-teen.html' title='Gone are the days of &quot;some&quot; teen....'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S8lkrjyDXZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/o6LR3fWlwIg/s72-c/Childhood_by_ingrid_crimson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-5499534307738440240</id><published>2010-04-11T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:34:14.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO to clinic with my GF yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST NITE ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT yes..the drink is quite ex...well...at least we experience it...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACK MUACK..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5499534307738440240?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5499534307738440240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5499534307738440240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5499534307738440240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5499534307738440240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-to-clinic-with-my-gf-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6121452408133973464</id><published>2010-04-07T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:02:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am starting to have a handle on the part and parcel of my job scope...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss seriously had the sound of a loudspeaker...I can even hear her "chatting" with her frenz over the phone just outside the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so if you step on her tails, just be prepare to brace yourself for a hurricane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing my girlfrenz rite nwwwwwwwwwww...arrghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6121452408133973464?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-8260043189147761359</id><published>2010-04-04T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:28:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things tat I want to do when I get my Pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Set up a Mysaving Account ^^&lt;br /&gt;2) Pay my Singtel bills (hopefully it's not too much..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a new hair cut after my graduation shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now..I am gig to welcome everyday as a adventure..as sth new in my life...tat I am finally grown up enough to take on the adult stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gig to enjoy 2 years of a brilliant adventure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8260043189147761359?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-3588307796420177452</id><published>2010-04-02T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:21:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;突然感觉好麻。。。好累。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我跟不上？   还是我太自私？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是爱你的。。。可是每次看到你愤怒的表情。。还是你的眼泪。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我好差劲。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说你不要做我的包袱。。。。我说你不是。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在到我问你。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是不是你的包袱？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3588307796420177452?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3588307796420177452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3588307796420177452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3588307796420177452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3588307796420177452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5525030063301570194</id><published>2010-03-31T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:31:56.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;《孟子·告子下》&lt;br /&gt;故天将降大任于是人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤，空乏其身，行拂乱其所为，所以动心忍性，曾益其所不能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[译文]&lt;br /&gt;所以上天将要降落重大责任在这样的人身上，一定要道先使他的内心痛苦，使他的筋骨劳累，使他经受饥饿，以致肌肤消瘦，使他受贫困之苦，使他做的事颠倒错乱，总不如意，通过那些来使他的内心警觉，使他的性格坚定，增加他不具备的才能。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wun give in....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call me watever U wan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dun care...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s ( I dun wan anyone to ask y am i feeling this way to the above blog post...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5525030063301570194?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5525030063301570194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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onto another milestone of my life....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A full time Job...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not yet a grown up...but feel quite like one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks god I have find something to my taste, especially the ambience of my office...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how the way everyone co-operate and help each others...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's no office politics...^^(just like wat my boss had mentioned)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'll be a quite a journey just like any other journey tat I have been tru...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be once again about a story of a scabrous stone being chisel into a smoothen pebble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life....Oh..how I love it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 years to my treble cleft dream....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darling...I wan you to be my bass clef for the rest of my life....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-3853476231435035648</id><published>2010-03-29T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:27:23.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S7DGg3UNwBI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NgyErPw_Oj4/s1600/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S7DGg3UNwBI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NgyErPw_Oj4/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454077416652521490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S7DFkonf11I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RBpD5ORkqLg/s1600/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S7DFkonf11I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RBpD5ORkqLg/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076381914715986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will load the rest by tml..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=DDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3853476231435035648?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3853476231435035648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-8913112765932579412</id><published>2010-03-29T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:08:13.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_oHxOaFNPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_oHxOaFNPU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gf and I will be there again...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8913112765932579412?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8913112765932579412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8913112765932579412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8913112765932579412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8913112765932579412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-gf-and-i-will-be-there-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-7779958212177360900</id><published>2010-03-28T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:39:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Arabian Horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbreedofhorseareyouquiz/arabian.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are passionate and intense. You are well known to be a little fiery and wild... you can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't mean spirited. You just believe that rules should be broken. You like to run free and do your own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are really quite gentle and docile if you aren't pushed. You are exceptionally sensitive and intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, and you're generally quite patient. You don't tolerate anyone being abusive or incompetent though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbreedofhorseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Breed of Horse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Apple Iced Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricedteaareyouquiz/apple-iced-tea.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are warm hearted and generous. You believe it's important to make others feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a cozy homebody who feels out of place in the warm weather. You'll drink iced tea but you prefer the hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more serious than most, and you shy away from superficial people. You prefer to look beyond the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like deep conversations, engrossing novels, and moving films. You find ideas and human interaction fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricedteaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Iced Tea Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! I LOVE APPLE tea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7779958212177360900?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7779958212177360900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7779958212177360900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7779958212177360900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7779958212177360900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-arabian-horse-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5267323264275546123</id><published>2010-03-25T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:32:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Family Means?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yeLgjGEBWcY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what if U are childless?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what if you can't procreate like any other straight couple?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is still love....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5267323264275546123?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5267323264275546123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5267323264275546123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5267323264275546123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5267323264275546123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-family-means.html' title='What Family Means?'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-7411947602885735137</id><published>2010-03-21T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:35:20.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Glamourous and Graceful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thebirthdaycaketest/cake-4.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have deep, sophisticated tastes. You appreciate the rich subtleties of life, and you avoid anything too crass or commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in savoring every moment of life. You are a minimalist, and you don't like to over do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a little goes a long way. You can appreciate a piece of expensive dark chocolate, and prefer it to a fast food milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great personal style that others envy. You know how to spot an underrated object from miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thebirthdaycaketest/"&gt;The Birthday Cake Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not really tat sophisticated...&lt;br /&gt;But I do love a slice of dark chocolate cake....^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7411947602885735137?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7411947602885735137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7411947602885735137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7411947602885735137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7411947602885735137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-glamourous-and-graceful-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4039357246280423672</id><published>2010-03-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:39:10.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker game</title><content type='html'>Love is a poker game, with your tender heart as bet.&lt;br /&gt;To fold or not to fold, tat’s the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace, Joker, queen or King? 2, 3, 4 or 9? Who is the ultimate winner?&lt;br /&gt;In this fickle game of love,  with no exact number of players,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who’s to accuse if one is being reduce to a pauper?&lt;br /&gt;The opponent or the gambler?&lt;br /&gt;The heartbreaker or the lover?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4039357246280423672?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4039357246280423672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4039357246280423672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4039357246280423672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4039357246280423672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/poker-game.html' title='Poker game'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3553883484597459870</id><published>2010-03-13T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:57:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today interview at A** Law firm Sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like the interviewer way of asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like an interrogation to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he talked...the way he frowned here n there every second...Does he know how to smile??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say first impression count. He sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am back going back finding jobs and sending resume out like a Zombie....T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get very tiring sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need STH STABLE..GOD..CAN U HEAR ME if U r REALLY UP THERE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHew...wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrendous interview with Mr Frowner, my gf and I went down to clementi mall for some K singing in Partyworld...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE IT!!! My gf tooooo...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of singing non-stop, 2 free drinks for each person and crunchy tidbits to munch during singing time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it if you wan to  compare to Kbox...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3553883484597459870?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3553883484597459870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3553883484597459870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3553883484597459870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3553883484597459870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-interview-at-law-firm-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4382017081833632570</id><published>2010-03-13T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:37:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Doer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoferareyouquiz/doer.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are energetic, active, and a total go-getter. You don't procrastinate or back down. You just do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that most people are paralyzed by fear and inaction. They would just feel better if they did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a good leader and a good motivator. You believe that everyone is happier when they are being productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to take on new tasks. You enjoy learning, and you see every day as a growing experience. You're always changing... and changing for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoferareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of 'Er' Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES! I love LEARNING new STUFFS..&lt;br /&gt;(stuffs tat I like tru..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Face is Trustworthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveatrustworthyfacequiz/trustworthy.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's just something about you that people find soothing. You put people at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's true that you have a trustworthy face, it's also probably true that you're a trustworthy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are honest and dependable, and it shows. By living an ethical life, you never have to worry about being "caught in the act".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed and smile often. Your eyes light up, and your face doesn't show much tension. People can tell a lot about you from looking at your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyouhaveatrustworthyfacequiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Trustworthy Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling...do I have one??&lt;br /&gt;Wink Wink...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Down to Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefingerpuppettest/gorilla-puppet.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a steady and solid person. You approach life with humility - you always feel like you can be improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of inner strength. You are a seriously tough creature with an extra long endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a noble creature. You believe it's important to do good in this world, and you're always asking yourself if you're doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong personality, and you are mindful not to be too bossy or controlling. You know you're intimidating enough as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefingerpuppettest/"&gt;The Finger Puppet Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You approach life with humility - you  always feel like you can be improving.&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are in a Perfect Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofrelationshipareyouinquiz/perfect.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe it or not, your relationship is as close to perfect as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the three key ingredients going for you - passion, intimacy, and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, having such a great relationship is not easy. It probably took a lot of work to get to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing what you're doing. You know how to keep the fire and love alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofrelationshipareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Relationship Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling..^^&lt;br /&gt;Passion. Intimacy. Commitment.&lt;br /&gt;We have all threee..=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4382017081833632570?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4382017081833632570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4382017081833632570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4382017081833632570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4382017081833632570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-doer-you-are-energetic-active.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3236908182060357004</id><published>2010-03-11T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:14:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33tOlbkd1E8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33tOlbkd1E8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The way you taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest wife....&lt;br /&gt;2 is better than 1....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3236908182060357004?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3236908182060357004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3236908182060357004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3236908182060357004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3236908182060357004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8834947556705225334</id><published>2010-03-02T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:01:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="middle" style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 14ptfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Attitude to Smile About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyouhavetosmileaboutquiz/attitude.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Things may or may not be going well in your life, but you always take time to smile a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's important to keep looking up and looking toward the future. Optimism always wins out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one person always eager to see a silver lining in dark clouds. It's important that you feel hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether you're having a good day or bad day, you keep smiling. A smile makes everything better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyouhavetosmileaboutquiz/"&gt;What Do You Have To Smile About?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes..so true..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A smile. A laugh. It's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8834947556705225334?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8834947556705225334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8834947556705225334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8834947556705225334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8834947556705225334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-have-your-attitude-to-smile-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3591329893323478226</id><published>2010-03-01T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T02:18:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我理想中的爱情。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;一年了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;好久哦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;好久没用华文写出我的感受了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有吵架的时候。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有恩爱的时侯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有抱着抱枕痛哭的时候。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有闹分手的时候。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;但却不会到分手的地步。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;好欣慰。 好开心我还再牵着她的手。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;她真的与众不同。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;不像女朋友。。比较像妻子。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;她的牢骚。她的关心。她的照顾。她的用心。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我今生都想拥有。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;以前太喜欢听她们说永远。。以后。。。将来。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;现在我喜欢听到现在。。下个礼拜。。明天。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“喂，起来了。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你看，又迟到了。。没有我叫你醒来不行吧？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“饿了吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“是时候睡觉了，”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“下个礼拜，我们去那里逛。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我想买多一点衣服。。陪我。。”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;还有好多好多。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我觉得这些比那些美丽的未来语言来的更实际。。更体贴。。更美丽。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;因为是现在就立刻感觉到。。。而不用放到以后去完成它。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我和她就是现在。。。慢慢走到未来。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;那就是我理想中的爱情。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3591329893323478226?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-378915525596475191</id><published>2010-02-20T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:45:31.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Alarm Clock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpartofthemorningareyouquiz/alarm-clock.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't have much of an opinion on mornings. No matter whether you like them or hate them, you have to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mornings tend to be a bit of a rushed affair. You have to be out the door by a certain time, and you have to hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a big fan of wasting time, and the morning is no exception. You have a lot to get done, and it's time to get cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fair to say that you're on autopilot during the wee hours of the day. You have mornings down to a science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatpartofthemorningareyouquiz/"&gt;What Part of the Morning Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...kinda true...RUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Success to Be Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/success.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a responsible and serious person. You like to do things well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching your goals is very important to you, and you don't like getting sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel great when you are mastering new tasks and solving problems. You believe in hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you feel worse than feeling like you are doing a back job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/"&gt;What Do You Need to Be Happy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..so true...&lt;br /&gt;But..who dun?&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-378915525596475191?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/378915525596475191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=378915525596475191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/378915525596475191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/378915525596475191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-alarm-clock-you-dont-have-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-511224909562975288</id><published>2010-02-18T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:45:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get get my PHONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W995!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoot!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve it so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally like my new darling rite nw...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-511224909562975288?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/511224909562975288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=511224909562975288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/511224909562975288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/511224909562975288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4731883551310325089</id><published>2010-02-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:27:26.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Spontaneous and Easygoing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecandyboxtest/candy-4.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know that life doesn't always go the way you plan, and to be honest, you think that's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at letting go of control and seeing what just happens. You don't even try to change the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stress less than most people and really cherish your imperfect life. You may have problems, but you don't let them weigh you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find happiness wherever you can, and because of your attitude, you're able to find happiness in many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecandyboxtest/"&gt;The Candy Box Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Fiery Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofheartdoyouhavequiz/fiery-heart.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You believe that love is strong and powerful. Love rules your life, and it's really true that love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love passionately and deeply. You can't stop loving someone just because they don't love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is intense and unstoppable. You follow your heart freely, and your heart definitely rules you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life is totally filled with ups and downs. You can't help but have some drama in your romantic relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep...&lt;br /&gt;quite drama..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4731883551310325089?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4731883551310325089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4731883551310325089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4731883551310325089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4731883551310325089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-spontaneous-and-easygoing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6986983034770077852</id><published>2010-02-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:41:23.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpYH7rFIcDI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpYH7rFIcDI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6986983034770077852?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6986983034770077852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6986983034770077852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6986983034770077852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6986983034770077852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-2813471202831341636</id><published>2010-02-12T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:54:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S3VpL2QHHvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/5nEFIeNMIXY/s1600-h/Be_My_Valentine_by_Misaki408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437367777382309618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S3VpL2QHHvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/5nEFIeNMIXY/s320/Be_My_Valentine_by_Misaki408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tortues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gnaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It bites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It growls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you gladly take it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz it is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way she smile...the way she blush when she saw her gift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way she squeales..the way she bounce up n down in happiness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to bury my face into her neck and just sniff in her sweet scent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to look at her when she doze off into lala land...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love.....................her too much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-2813471202831341636?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2813471202831341636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=2813471202831341636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2813471202831341636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/2813471202831341636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentine-day.html' title='Happy Valentine day'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S3VpL2QHHvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/5nEFIeNMIXY/s72-c/Be_My_Valentine_by_Misaki408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-7649928784708050097</id><published>2010-02-10T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:06:21.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just finished reading "The corpse walker"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is a book which introduces readers to ordinary men and women at the bottom of Chinese society..like the professional mourner, the human trafficker, a former red guard and a composer who was rejected by his own country due to political differences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I learn so much....It was a thousand times better compare to reading the history book of China...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate MAO...he was the cause of all the bloodshed and the lost generation in China...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Communism sucks...seriously..I dunno why some ppl love the concept so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's not much of a life...when u r earning the same salary as the road sweeper on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's must be a different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ya..Now I finally understand why the poor ppls give birth to so many kids when they dun have enough money to feed themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Due to one word:  SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No money: No condom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Liao(Author): If you were so poor, why did you keep having children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhao(Migrant worker): I am a penniless. I have no luck with money at all. Tat's my fate. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But my dick is not willing to accept fate. &lt;/span&gt;Tat stuff down there is the only hard spot in my body. The more seeds I plant, the more likely it is that I can change my fate and fotune. Also, unlike you city folks, we peasants dun have mone to go visit the nightclubs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the evenings when it's dark and boring, we have nothing else to do except to pin our wives down and go "nightclubbing". &lt;/span&gt;If you are not extra careful, accidents will happen. Your wife's stomach will get big again. Who do I blame? My wife badly wanted a son. The more she wanted a son. the more damn daughters she bred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Coz they dun have much entertainment except sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What a life for a poor guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7649928784708050097?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7649928784708050097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7649928784708050097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7649928784708050097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7649928784708050097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-finished-reading-corpse-walker.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6428772394075359972</id><published>2010-02-10T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:08:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Devil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanangelordevilquiz/devil.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, well, you've been a bad boy or girl recently, haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fair to say that the little devil on your shoulder has been winning out... and convincing you to do some very naughty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's no harm in being a little sinful as long as you don't get caught. And even if you do get caught, you're good at talking your way out of a jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a hell raiser and a bit of a bad influence. You can't help it - you like to corrupt people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouanangelordevilquiz/"&gt;Are You An Angel or Devil?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, I really love to corrupt ppl...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Disturbingly Profound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/profound.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/"&gt;Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be With an Air Sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignshouldyoubewithquiz/air-sign.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is a Gemini, Libra, or Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave excitement and playful banter. Only an air sign can match your wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An air sign will keep you on your toes and keep you interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your air sign will bring you fun, excitement, and surprises. Sounds like your perfect playmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubewithquiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be With?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep..my GF is a LIBRA!!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6428772394075359972?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6428772394075359972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6428772394075359972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6428772394075359972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6428772394075359972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-devil-well-well-youve-been-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-7454836132752320553</id><published>2010-02-05T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:01:30.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cantonese is an insult to LANGUAGE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As It’s hard to ascertain that the people who speak it are fully human to begin with, the jabbering gibberish itself sounds barely human. Closer to monkey chatter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mandarin is nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Cantonese is one fucking shithouse, gutter level attempt at language. It’s abundantly clear, because the first Chinese to start going to take advantage of America and Australia were southern Cantonese speakers, why Westerners always used to go on about ‘ching chong Chinese’. It’s due to that chicken gabble that spits out of your mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin, as far as Eastern languages go, is much nicer, rounder, and poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it’s about what one is saying, really, and because you are all always talking absolute shit, then how you speak it will always sound shit…even when you’re degrading English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but that is rich…NOW you’re chiming in with what you think is “insulting”!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you’d know all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s irrelevent if I am deemed to be “annoying” by a bunch of spoiled to within an inch of their life, utterly self absorbed, vain girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s annoying you is actually your conscience that I’m waking up from it’s induced slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll continue to float on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SKOT ( The Anti-Lesbian guy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7454836132752320553?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7454836132752320553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7454836132752320553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7454836132752320553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7454836132752320553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/cantonese-is-insult-to-language-as-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6006073560236808845</id><published>2010-02-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:32:17.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On this day, God wants you to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... that God has an important purpose for you, and made everything possible for you to succeed. That's not to say it's an easy purpose, or a convenient one. &lt;strong&gt;It might very well seem hard or even impossible, but it only looks that way.&lt;/strong&gt; The truth is that one day you will look back and see how all the pieces fit together. And how your life has been a complete and utter success&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...Maybe by that time I will be at peace with myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6006073560236808845?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6006073560236808845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6006073560236808845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6006073560236808845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6006073560236808845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to vent out my anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time..with what I wan in mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-117110529947149316?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/117110529947149316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=117110529947149316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/117110529947149316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/117110529947149316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-if-i-cant-get-into-nafa-find-part.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more mushroom hairstyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look n feel better with this hairstyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I been thinking about my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't go into NAFA...what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan to end up like other ppl who do sales after they have finish their school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan sth else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan sth I love...I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-organise my life again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan to lost control on my own steering wheel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either focus or I will died from a car accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be brave if I can't get into the school...(even tru hw much I wish to be accepted inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find a part time job and finish up my piano lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will teach piano lesson after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will slowly build up my own student network..and improve on my piano skills at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1507117910656692761?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1507117910656692761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1507117910656692761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1507117910656692761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1507117910656692761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-got-new-haircut-wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6973639754827581932</id><published>2010-01-28T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:31:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get rid this feeling off right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous. Butterflies in my stomach. Anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am panicking about my future again...when I swear I wun have this feeling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan to go to NAFA...So simple...a simple wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan a miracle....I wan it to be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan it so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6973639754827581932?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6973639754827581932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6973639754827581932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6973639754827581932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6973639754827581932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-to-get-rid-this-feeling-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4201520504196997970</id><published>2010-01-23T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:48:49.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情的最高境界</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;有一天，她问他：“你说，爱的最高境界是什么？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他想了想说：“是生与死。你想啊，一个人可以为另一个人去死，这还不是爱情的最高境界吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她点了点头，又摇了摇头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“那你说是什么？”他问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她笑道：“&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;是习惯，当你习惯了另一个人生活中的习惯，你就是真的爱上他了&lt;/span&gt;。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一个人认同另一个人的习惯。习惯了她的鼾声，从不适应到习惯再到没有她的鼾声就睡不着觉，就是爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;习惯了她的任性，撒娇，甚至无理取闹，无事生非，就是爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;一个人为去迁就另一个人。甚至为对方改变自己，这就是爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你始终不能适应另一个人的所有习惯，那说明了你并不爱她，或者你还未爱到最高境界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你已经习惯你喜欢那个人所有习惯。列入她衣服上的汗味，她干净的上衣，她半夜起来玩电脑游戏，那么请你不要再问“爱是什么?" 这个愚蠢的问题了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有人说：不是爱她，而爱有她的日子。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;习惯是爱的最终归属，也是爱的最高境界。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;老婆，十一个月快乐。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我爱你。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4201520504196997970?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4201520504196997970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4201520504196997970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4201520504196997970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4201520504196997970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='爱情的最高境界'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8030516840721956314</id><published>2010-01-21T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:42:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all going to end soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of liberation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered that I start my first day with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first lesson. My first semester classmates. My first poly camp. My first IG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all new to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gawky secondary school student trying to find her way in a new environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...I really think my life just started at the age of 17...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to enjoy my life...throwing away all my morality and rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you only live life once...period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave this school..not becoz I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'coz I am sick of PBL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather rest my head on my piano keys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna really immerse myself in the discipline of music...just for once..concentrate in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya..Darling is now working part time in Sanrio...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arch enermy...Hello Kitty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..imagine she had to face the mouthless cat for so many days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I am now working as a weekend promoter at parkway parade promoting Aerogaz electronic product....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite slacky...not much ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big Thanks to Justina for helping me find it...else i will be damn broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..tat's all..folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8030516840721956314?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8030516840721956314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8030516840721956314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8030516840721956314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8030516840721956314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-going-to-end-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-7488032026776688778</id><published>2010-01-16T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:49:33.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Double Chocolate Hot Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorhotchocolateareyouquiz/double.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you do anything, you do it big. You live large, and you don't hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either love or hate things with a passion. And since you love hot chocolate, of course you want to double down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person most likely to make your own hot chocolate. Only you can make it as decadent as you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're also likely to go for the good stuff - real chocolate. No wimpy cocoa packets for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorhotchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Hot Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7488032026776688778?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7488032026776688778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7488032026776688778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7488032026776688778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7488032026776688778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-double-chocolate-hot-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-1242610327737661814</id><published>2010-01-14T00:37:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:23:45.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th b'dae!!</title><content type='html'>OFFICIALLY 20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip 1/2 a day of school..n feel damn proud of it....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S03-a34VjAI/AAAAAAAAAus/u-e3Hwi9_9g/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272863681612802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S03-a34VjAI/AAAAAAAAAus/u-e3Hwi9_9g/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling brought it for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nearly cried..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was probably the most expensive bag which I had ever carry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I name it the bullet bag...coz It looked like a bullet vest to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Darling, I will treat the bag with care and dignity...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wun let bullet suffer a stain or a tear...i wun let it go tru what xiao qing and xiao bai had gone tru...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S03-POQL56I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Sutzs9r5rSY/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272663528794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S03-POQL56I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Sutzs9r5rSY/s320/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Sweetest b'dae cake....=DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S0390kKSP3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Uz2CBfqexKQ/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272205553155954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S0390kKSP3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Uz2CBfqexKQ/s320/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My card..=DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039s2UPFnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/j7HLeu8FgdQ/s1600-h/DSC02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272072987776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039s2UPFnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/j7HLeu8FgdQ/s320/DSC02294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up our buffet with a glorish of chocolate smear on the plate...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039nsQYvBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/jnD4BLAWoC8/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271984387931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039nsQYvBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/jnD4BLAWoC8/s320/DSC02296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those who had watch pearl harbour b4...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will quote it directly fron Rafe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She loves me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039MVbkBkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bu6OjEWPDnI/s1600-h/DSC05591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271514404324930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S039MVbkBkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bu6OjEWPDnI/s320/DSC05591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S0381N3IT9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/wRGh0mZQDGo/s1600-h/DSC05584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271117235474386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S0381N3IT9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/wRGh0mZQDGo/s320/DSC05584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Chef=DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S038bXunmjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ao31y_xToro/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426270673207532082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S038bXunmjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ao31y_xToro/s320/DSC05510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037zOANLJI/AAAAAAAAAts/VRwC7jjxDE8/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269983402175634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037zOANLJI/AAAAAAAAAts/VRwC7jjxDE8/s320/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This opera couple stunned us with their scary red light when we r just walking around the opera section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037rGNKwNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-zhh3msVxIs/s1600-h/DSC05467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269843870105810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037rGNKwNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-zhh3msVxIs/s320/DSC05467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u find the lim family??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037j_NGu7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/IPy47UXw5WY/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269721731709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037j_NGu7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/IPy47UXw5WY/s320/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her NEW "GF"...haha..dun worry..I will nv be jealous of her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037PlsoaOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/L7UHEKCZXVs/s1600-h/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426269371287234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S037PlsoaOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/L7UHEKCZXVs/s320/DSC05535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036xQptYGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/u3-_H_K4SQw/s1600-h/DSC05519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268850241757282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036xQptYGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/u3-_H_K4SQw/s320/DSC05519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036p9LXnkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UMG3bf4JLuo/s1600-h/DSC05538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268724755144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036p9LXnkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UMG3bf4JLuo/s320/DSC05538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and the dusty mirror...caked with layer of dirt...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036ZSvyzgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/v7mpxI6O7Xg/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268438487289346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S036ZSvyzgI/AAAAAAAAAs8/v7mpxI6O7Xg/s320/DSC05592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S033kMRCH-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Go3CPQVRYF0/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426265327191334882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S033kMRCH-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Go3CPQVRYF0/s320/DSC02292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My First choco cake from QUin,..^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..thanks sista..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye..folks..^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1242610327737661814?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1242610327737661814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1242610327737661814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1242610327737661814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1242610327737661814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/20th-bdae.html' title='20th b&apos;dae!!'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/S03-a34VjAI/AAAAAAAAAus/u-e3Hwi9_9g/s72-c/DSC02297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-1239250091014548878</id><published>2010-01-11T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:44:49.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 10 things tat haven change in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I still love BOOK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I used to go to the library to bury myself into the scent of book. Always.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday. The librarian dote on me the most..haha. I just love the library, the&lt;br /&gt;scent, the book, the emptiness, the feeling of being silent. I love it all..Most&lt;br /&gt;of my frenzs say I am such a weirdo...Always..book..book..and more&lt;br /&gt;books..HAHA..But, it will always be part of my life...always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got a laughing nerve tat once trigger..it wun stop for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am...ppl always mistake me as cold, aloof, proud and arrogant. Really, I&lt;br /&gt;hate it...it's all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind to u as long u r kind to me. I only judge ppl by the way they&lt;br /&gt;treat me..not in other ways else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I still write journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;not soo much..but when I am in the mood to scribble down my tot in that&lt;br /&gt;moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I will still bang my piano when I am in the mood to bang her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LOL..sound so freaking wrong..but I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am particular abt my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;who wun..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I prefer traditional study method compare to PBL system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So when I come back to RP for the last day..I gonna point middle finger at&lt;br /&gt;the school b4 I go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I love SPORTs..even i dun have the time for it..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am still searching for the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I dunno what to write....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1239250091014548878?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1239250091014548878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1239250091014548878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1239250091014548878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1239250091014548878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-10-things-tat-haven-change-in-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3631955229831096058</id><published>2010-01-08T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:29:06.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life 20 year old Mum and The Single parent mum</title><content type='html'>I just discovered a few of my frenzs actually quit school to get married and have baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to them....Such an act of bavery and selfless sacrified to their unborn baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are all from the age of 18-21 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their husband is around those age...or too busy to take care of the baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youth.sg/content/view/2661/29/1/3/"&gt;http://www.youth.sg/content/view/2661/29/1/3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Elle's husband is with the Navy, and his physically demanding job takes him&lt;br /&gt;away from the family most of the time. So, when it comes to babycare, Elle is&lt;br /&gt;counted on to be independent - other family members are all working. She was&lt;br /&gt;taking a course in real estate management at a private school before she quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how can she did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone with crying kid..ur husband is out at the sea...and u have just a piece of  O level cert...ur frenzs around ur age is bz with their schools, projects, outings, parties and tons of clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just barely 20...tied down with a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..give her 2 big claps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other article I jus found was abt Single mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-opinion-on-single-mums-single.html"&gt;http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-opinion-on-single-mums-single.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had send emails to &lt;a href="http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/07/emails-to-different-government-bodies-i.html"&gt;MOM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-also-wrote-email-to-www.html"&gt;MCYS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-emails-to-different-government.html"&gt;IRAS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://leelilian.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-4th-email-hi-would-like-to-know-if.html"&gt;HDB&lt;/a&gt; respectively and confirmed that all mothers, except unmarried single mothers, in Singapore, are entitled to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 months of maternity leave (1st 2 months funded by employer and the 3rd month by MOM)&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unwed mums are not entitled to the 3rd month unless they marry within 6 months to the man who fathered the child&lt;/span&gt; (amended in 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Bonus which consists of cash gift as well as topping up of CDA account with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Income Tax Relief such as; parenthood tax relief, foreign maid levy relief, grandparents care giver relief and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;working mothers’ child relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The eligibility for new HDB flats (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a single below age 35 and a child below age 21 do not form a family nucleus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is why are they left out from these entitlements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore should not close one eyes towards single mother anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wan a proper family nuclues..educate the guys first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun push the blame to woman by saying tat o...premarital sex is wrong..u gurls should not done it in the first place..nw consequences is up to u face it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government, times change le...give the single mother a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love their child, so they give birth to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't u guy who been complaining tat S'pore population is gig down down down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now got babies...still dun allow all those benefit for the mother for their contribution to the S'pore population...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u can, try to force those married couple who died died also dun wan any kids to procreate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They r the ppl who u guys should be pointing finger at...not those single mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3631955229831096058?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3631955229831096058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3631955229831096058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3631955229831096058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3631955229831096058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-20-year-old-mum-and-single-parent.html' title='The life 20 year old Mum and The Single parent mum'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5789181500630133121</id><published>2010-01-06T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:17:39.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are a Pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapenorapencilquiz/pencil.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a flexible, easy going person. You go with the flow, and you don't mind making a few mistakes along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like paying attention to details, and you feel constricted by rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit. You wouldn't want to predict the future even if you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love that life is full of surprises. In fact, you surprise yourself every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapenorapencilquiz/"&gt;Are You a Pen or a Pencil?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I love to scribble with pencil...cheap and easy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Sonnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofpoemareyouquiz/sonnet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's no way we would write a whole sonnet for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll have to just believe that our love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a romantic at heart with a beautiful spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should embrace who you are and never fear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofpoemareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Poem Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yep..I am a romantist..^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5789181500630133121?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5789181500630133121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5789181500630133121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5789181500630133121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5789181500630133121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-pencil-you-are-flexible-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4759506137101624656</id><published>2009-12-31T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:15:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye...2009</title><content type='html'>2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of stupidity. A time of Maturity.&lt;br /&gt;A time to cry. A time to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 2009....even through it was not the best year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I grown  alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to let go of certain stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to cherish....how to treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more whirlwind..no more tsunami....No more hurricane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a ripple here and there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009..seems so far away from me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tml onwards...My calender will be flip to a new page of 2010...my hp will be showing 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it...I will be turning 20 soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not feeling sadden by the big 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got 3...4...5...6..7...to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wan to spend all the new years eve with my gf....till I am all wrinkled and too old to stand up...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby gf will be just starting her journey....I hope hers will be fill with interesting encounters and adventures just like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean in term of friends..school...work and camping trips...not others things..ok..baby?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;New Years resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINIsH UP the god-damn FYP&lt;br /&gt;Be loving with my darling...&lt;br /&gt;Be more outspoken...&lt;br /&gt;Be a fucking good pianist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's all..folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye 2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR EVE Party...wheeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4759506137101624656?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4759506137101624656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4759506137101624656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4759506137101624656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4759506137101624656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye2009.html' title='Bye...2009'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4028005882446042026</id><published>2009-12-27T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:45:16.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to celebrate x'mas eve with my gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch Chipmunks...Uber cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419787065719227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzbznvpzhPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/91H9ddKykkY/s320/DSC02269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My X'mas CARD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yippy...She finally gave me a CARD!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really love the card...it's so furry...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419787568905766594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/Szb0FCK0xsI/AAAAAAAAAss/-T3GPZrctoA/s320/DSC02272.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mango Pudding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4028005882446042026?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4028005882446042026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4028005882446042026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4028005882446042026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4028005882446042026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-celebrate-xmas-eve-with-my-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzbznvpzhPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/91H9ddKykkY/s72-c/DSC02269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-8226078624650152518</id><published>2009-12-22T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:46:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my mum, dad and all those ppl who are againist me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are telling me that I must get marry and have kids to have a perfect family life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why can't I do that with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to struggle..I used to cry..I used to try to live the life u wan me to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be straight...but it's just so impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to see guys as potential mate, husband and partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's feel so strange..so weird to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true...I think too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tame down my desire for woman...but my heart wun stop loving them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEap..u are telling me that one day they will grow up and marry..and only leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz they dun have a dick..so my love is a sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz we can't fuck in the normal way...so my love is a sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define love for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U ask me do I love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...I really do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8226078624650152518?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8226078624650152518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8226078624650152518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8226078624650152518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8226078624650152518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-mum-dad-and-all-those-ppl-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6710599551272683483</id><published>2009-12-22T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:32:47.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAst day in Toyroom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLx00lGWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PseEU-rI_rU/s1600-h/DSC02265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417913671091558754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLx00lGWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PseEU-rI_rU/s320/DSC02265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLmhjIcqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dYLu5DQfV-A/s1600-h/DSC02266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417913476939543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLmhjIcqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dYLu5DQfV-A/s320/DSC02266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLcA5s0dI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UMnBro7TKs8/s1600-h/DSC02267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417913296377139666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLcA5s0dI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UMnBro7TKs8/s320/DSC02267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLQY4PhLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CKe_HbqOXyY/s1600-h/DSC02265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6710599551272683483?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6710599551272683483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6710599551272683483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6710599551272683483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6710599551272683483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-toyroom.html' title='LAst day in Toyroom...'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SzBLx00lGWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PseEU-rI_rU/s72-c/DSC02265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-4282059540514111263</id><published>2009-12-22T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:14:16.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip^^</title><content type='html'>Back from trip..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have a fun time at there, even though it's a bit expensive for a 2 day 1 nite trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well...it's a once in a lifetime trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling is so intrigue by all those mudskippers at there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually get to see a mini crab digging itself into the mud..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: seafood&lt;br /&gt;Tea-time: crispy prawn omelete&lt;br /&gt;nite: BBQ..whoot..the best one&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Soyamilk and fried doughsticks&lt;br /&gt;2nd day lunch: seafood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan pictures...go to my facebook and see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...too lazy to upload here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorable part of the trip: we actually smash up the electic light by poking the crackers into it...best one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..den there this auntie beside us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" it's spoilt...it's spoilt..it's SPOILT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like..can u just shut up...we are not deaf and mute and blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz, it's all smash up..idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks goodness, the organizer of the trip said it's ok..and he will tell his uncle about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, we brought a new couple keychain...it show a piece of rose sticking itself into the shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..darling took the rose..I took the shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4282059540514111263?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4282059540514111263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4282059540514111263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4282059540514111263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4282059540514111263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip.html' title='trip^^'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6369164846771766299</id><published>2009-12-13T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:11:38.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling's height&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Height Says You're Daring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/height.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true adventurer, and you live for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of charisma, and you're good at convincing people to join you in your schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to the world, and you make connections easily. You have lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to have many life paths to choose from. There are many possibilities open to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about as tall as the average Vietnamese woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourheightsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Height Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling's height: 153cm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She does have a streak of boldness in her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6369164846771766299?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-7483268500370487671</id><published>2009-12-10T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:13:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When U throw it at my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Could felt myself on the brink of killing myself...of ending my life on the spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life....all those betrayals, cheating and rubbish that I had dealt in the past was just so minor...so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I felt just now was simply unbearable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not the kind of gurl who used gurl for the sake of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not...I might be poor...but I wun resort to this kind of state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can say it's ego again..but everyone have their own pride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how little it is..it's still pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say stop..I mean stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan u to stop buying prepaid card for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it....I am echoing out my request in my own blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop...I mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wun be willful with my money anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put some money aside for my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I dun wan us to quarrel over money again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it..I hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more u give...the more I hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say me ego..or what....I dun care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's the only way...or we will keep on quarreling with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give n take relationship must be balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U give too much..I keep taking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's y we quarrel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time ever in my relationship that I am the one who keep taking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like....I hate it...really hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wan u to be happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of quarreling...of fighting...for the sake of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can beat me, slap me...just dun hurt my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotional pain is much heavier compare to the pinch on my flesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry..for saying the dumbest thing ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry...for saying such an immature stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry...for being so weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious abt u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am just having fun...I wun even ask u to be my gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be so weak anymore...coz I dun wan to see ur tears again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-6523042412465549640</id><published>2009-12-08T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:32:28.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most morbid news I ever heard from my frenz this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wonderful gf whom u loved with all ur heart and soul. Out of nowhere, her ex pop out and asked her to fulfil her b'dae wish by sleeping with her. Your gf asked u for ur permission...&lt;br /&gt;What will u do? what will u say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeping: means sleep, nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But C'mon, the tot of it sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I noe she is hugging her to sleep..or maybe more than tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How WOuld I noe if they have any pillow talk in the nite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they talk about me? And what would they talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I noe the expression of my gf when she is looking at her ex sleeping in front of her eyes? Will it be a pair of gentle-looking eyes? Will it burn with lust? Will it drooped down in a moment of regret that they should not break up in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I noe if the gurl will do anything physical to my gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I noe If my gf will fall in love with her for the 2nd time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cheating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of meeting ur ex alone is totally wrong...or even sleep with her...(unless u r still single, it's alrite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a big No No...if u have a new gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u die die wanna meet ur ex, make sure to bring a frenz along...else..who noe what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Dun do this kind of stupid stuffs, when u noe it's gonna hurt the one who love u the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u mean by ex....Past tense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only thing u can do is to reject...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-842289953942128399</id><published>2009-12-07T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:14:03.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime, I wish to treat her to a restaurant and make her happy once in a while..&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;Sigh...I hate myself for being so poor...&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;By the start of next year, I will try to find a part time that can earn more money...&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;That's a curse to myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-842289953942128399?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/842289953942128399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=842289953942128399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/842289953942128399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/842289953942128399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometime-i-wish-to-treat-her-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3168466825405586659</id><published>2009-11-30T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:03:11.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BOO&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;Hi, Everybody..I am Back from Hong kong..&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&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;I woke up early in the morning at 6am to get ready..after yawning and stretching like mad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT's worse compare to going to school...&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;After washing up, my family and I headed down to changi terminal 1 canteen for breakfast...&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;The canteen is damn packed with ppl...I tot there are all travellers...&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;Upong taking a closer look, I realised majority of them are staffs working at there, no wonder the foods at there is so cheap...&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;When I arrived at my own seat at the airplane, I see this shorty china man &lt;strong&gt;stepping onto my seat&lt;/strong&gt;...coz u noe why...&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he is &lt;strong&gt;soo short&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..tat he couldn't squeeze his BIG luggage into the luggage compartment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He and his wife really looked like &lt;strong&gt;china pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt; that had never travelled before in a plane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He can asked the air stewardress to assist him in putting his luggage, &lt;strong&gt;but his ego is much taller than his pathetic height tat he refused their help...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He prefer to stepped his stinking shoes onto my seat...$%^&amp;amp;*()&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;My dad on the other hand kept throwing me a sorry-but-I-can't-help-u look...&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;Yep, no choice wad...He sat so far away from me...&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;The way he ate his lunch on the plane remind me of a hungry pig...made so much sound...&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;After the flight, I quickly stood up before him and made my way out of the plane...&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 Hotel is situated at Nanking Road by the name of Nathan Hotel...&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;The name sounded quite class enough for me, but the room is quite pathetic...&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;TOO small...IT's really those kind of turn-one-corner-and-I'll-bang-into-u small..&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;No western restaurant in the hotel either...I was hoping for an American breakfast...&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;My dad said, "Let's have Dim SUm instead.."&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;Me and my bro were quite against it at first, but the taste of the dim sum got the better of us..&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;SO yummy and worth the price...&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;Comapre to Singapore dim sum restaurant, It's 100th way up there..&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;Now, I dunno how could I dine in any chinese restaurant after having my fill at HK...&gt;&lt;&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;We went to woman's street to shop around for some cheap unique stuffs...&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;I looked like my dad's accountant..keep counting and reverting the price back to s'pore price..&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;LOL..&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;I got a new wine umbrella for just Singapore 6 dollars...&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&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;The Stunner of the day: My tour guide is a butch...&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;ROFL...I was..ok...ahem ahem...&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;She was quite an entertainer...cracked a lot of jokes during our long bus journey...&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;We went to do some sight-seeing here and there...&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;I loved the rickshaw bus the best (S'pore duck tour)&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;It's sth like a roller coaster, but it's done on a road...U could feel the wind blowing against ur face, touch the leaves at the branches and sniffed in the traffic airs..HAHa&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;Their school uniform remind me of Japan..&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;Shirt, blazer, long socks and a pair of black shoes (rite? ^^)&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;After rickshaw, we went to sat on a sampan...it's remind me of my mother's homeland kukup...&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;I saw ppl living on the sea...but their way of living was much backward compare to kukup...&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;They can't use electricity in a legal way, they can only steal it...brilliant..&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&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;We went to do some shopping here n there...&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;HK Mong kow is so much like S'pore own blend of orchard and Bugis...&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;I walked down the street, I could easily identified a few brands...&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;Giodarno, G2000, Cotton on, Bossini, Espirit, Fred perry...etc..&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;But all the brands that I had just mentioned was not just a small store in a shopping mall...&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;They were all 3 stories high...o.O&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;Singapore haven even reached this kind of standard to build such a high storey for each brand...&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;Their foods are the best...especially along the sideway..a lot of small foodstalls...&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;U can just buy here and there...bingo..u r full...&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;Their MAcdonald got CHOCOLATE PIE..&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;I WAN LA....Singapore should create such pie...not those usual apple pie..so boring..&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;But they dun have shaker fries...we have..so it's a tie...^^&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;Their KFC sold MUshroom rice and portuguese tarts...yummy..their chicken got roasted version..&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;Yummy la..Singapore should try selling roasted KFC chicken...not fries chrispy chick...&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;I wan tarts in Singapore, not coleshaw...eek..&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&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;I will skip to the night tour itself...&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;We went to the WAX museum...&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;Damn shuang...&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;I can finally boxed George Bush and pulled Adolf Hitler's ear...&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;Love it la...hahaha..&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;I can stand beside Lee kuan Yew and smiled...LOL&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&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;We went to Che gong miao...&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;A temple tat housed the god of warriors...&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;A lot of ppl actually queen up with 3 large jossstick and ran in to stick into the mound in every lunar new year eve...&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;Cool...I finally understand more abt my family religion after this trip..&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;Dunno y, I love going to temple recently....&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;I love the jossstick culture, the stories behind each gods, the funeral rituals and the whole package in 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;I might not be be a devotee..but still, I will still stick in my own religion...&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;Jesus, thanks...but u r not my cup of tea...^^&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;Ya, I even brought an amulet for my darling...&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;I love their MRT system...got canton, chinese and english...&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;I think Singapore totally C&amp;amp;P their system into ours...&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;I will post video as soon as I get back home...&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;I hate to admit that I dunno hw to speak my own dialect...&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;ARRGH...&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;Singapore should organise a &lt;strong&gt;"speak dialect campaign"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked so helpless when the locals started to yank in their dialect to me...&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;My dad on the other hand looked so at ease....like he is living in his own country...&gt;&lt;&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;A lot of locals were stunned when they knew he is from Singapore...&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;Wt...&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;Sigh...&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;nong ng sek gong gong fu wa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3168466825405586659?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/3168466825405586659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=3168466825405586659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3168466825405586659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/3168466825405586659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo-hi-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8647183009071009708</id><published>2009-11-20T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:42:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowasday, I can't seem to focus in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just too unmotivated to do my stuff, other than MIS(my Freely Selected module)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even skip lessons for this month...and not feeling anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the last sem..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the things I am studying rite now is not what I want to do in the future...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am tired of trying to please the facilitators..&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, I still wake up like a robot and go to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a C is better than X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rp sucks...u guys better dun come...unless no Poly wan u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP way of studying: Be a teacher's pet and u will go far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do..but my brain is shutting down..down..down..down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, I think if I am place in a different school, study in a different course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I think differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be over soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when I am playing on my piano, I feel a sense of belonging drawning onto me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel motivated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rp...In my  module, I feel so distant..so distract..so devoid of any feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's time to take control of my life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8647183009071009708?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8647183009071009708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8647183009071009708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8647183009071009708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8647183009071009708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/nowasday-i-cant-seem-to-focus-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-6396226216469472534</id><published>2009-11-18T23:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:03:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodies~~</title><content type='html'>Me n dar went down to Body world exhibition at science centre today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT's Such a Fun experience, with all those "bodies" looking at our way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some of the photos I took...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405469565539412562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQV7jIpalI/AAAAAAAAArs/5lmuFk5JpI8/s320/DSC02156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The male reproduction organ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"long hur"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405471976956681378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQYH6XU3KI/AAAAAAAAAr0/cOYt4mVhSw8/s320/DSC02151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The "Ahem ahem" ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVqhNJAiI/AAAAAAAAArk/I7GMCAxTBm0/s1600/DSC02155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405469272963613218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVqhNJAiI/AAAAAAAAArk/I7GMCAxTBm0/s320/DSC02155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The smoker with the blacky lungs.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVcmLW_OI/AAAAAAAAArc/uD0nkXKVI7M/s1600/DSC02150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405469033780149474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVcmLW_OI/AAAAAAAAArc/uD0nkXKVI7M/s320/DSC02150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVRlDAUjI/AAAAAAAAArU/M7SKVoT6xP4/s1600/DSC02149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405468844498113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVRlDAUjI/AAAAAAAAArU/M7SKVoT6xP4/s320/DSC02149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eyes with the brain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVHoogvlI/AAAAAAAAArM/yekxcxv9iGA/s1600/DSC02148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405468673662041682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQVHoogvlI/AAAAAAAAArM/yekxcxv9iGA/s320/DSC02148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dar was feeling quite uncomfortable....after looking at those flesh and blood specimens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said she will freak out if "they" really come alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we went down for dinner at Jurong East area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We discovered that there actually sell chocolate beancurd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405473103804168514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQZJgMs-UI/AAAAAAAAAr8/hklrGMVE3wc/s320/DSC02157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mouth-watering rite??? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jus for the price of 2 dollars...So worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went down to vivo to some prom nite shopping for her accessories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My darling is becoming quite a lady soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whoot~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-6396226216469472534?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6396226216469472534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=6396226216469472534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6396226216469472534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/6396226216469472534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodies.html' title='Bodies~~'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwQV7jIpalI/AAAAAAAAArs/5lmuFk5JpI8/s72-c/DSC02156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-7043776037563608337</id><published>2009-11-17T13:56:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:17:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI_IcktJ2I/AAAAAAAAArE/ZbhoPr9tASc/s1600/DSC02116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951917139666786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI_IcktJ2I/AAAAAAAAArE/ZbhoPr9tASc/s320/DSC02116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The goose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI_DZIWKSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/m0eEq3gpe0g/s1600/DSC02117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951830316067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI_DZIWKSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/m0eEq3gpe0g/s320/DSC02117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear trying to touch the fishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-9qoPXDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cfVltUUTnAM/s1600/DSC02118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951731934026802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-9qoPXDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cfVltUUTnAM/s320/DSC02118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-19qYVCI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZPH-dWxc6C4/s1600/DSC02119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951599604323362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-19qYVCI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZPH-dWxc6C4/s320/DSC02119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Chicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-wF_YzlI/AAAAAAAAAqk/a7dQ172us-s/s1600/DSC02123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951498760703570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-wF_YzlI/AAAAAAAAAqk/a7dQ172us-s/s320/DSC02123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISHES..Whoot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-mgg9r5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/-jZtJC03ExI/s1600/DSC02124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951334082162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-mgg9r5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/-jZtJC03ExI/s320/DSC02124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jia-Sai" Fishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-V9LdRUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/RtZaEyKLt0w/s1600/DSC02125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951049718809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-V9LdRUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/RtZaEyKLt0w/s320/DSC02125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prawn's bait^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-He04DOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/2o2rI-zaNZw/s1600/DSC02126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404950801052863714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI-He04DOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/2o2rI-zaNZw/s320/DSC02126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9rngchOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wX0N9jD7OA0/s1600/DSC02128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404950322346755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9rngchOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wX0N9jD7OA0/s320/DSC02128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9V3iN6oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ws84st-jwgw/s1600/DSC02130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404949948692032130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9V3iN6oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ws84st-jwgw/s320/DSC02130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9OfVa6OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/za2DTx5gH9U/s1600/DSC02129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404949821936822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI9OfVa6OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/za2DTx5gH9U/s320/DSC02129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI80wVVAYI/AAAAAAAAAps/IGFzKTj6wn0/s1600/DSC02131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404949379823239554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI80wVVAYI/AAAAAAAAAps/IGFzKTj6wn0/s320/DSC02131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI8aSskEKI/AAAAAAAAApk/Q1RIPwVb51s/s1600/DSC02132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404948925191032994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI8aSskEKI/AAAAAAAAApk/Q1RIPwVb51s/s320/DSC02132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI8JUKOMpI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ww0UJeiEwek/s1600/DSC02134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404948633526088338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI8JUKOMpI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ww0UJeiEwek/s320/DSC02134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI77gLUg0I/AAAAAAAAApU/rYL7Ll-G2uQ/s1600/DSC02136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404948396233753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI77gLUg0I/AAAAAAAAApU/rYL7Ll-G2uQ/s320/DSC02136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI7sqk3rPI/AAAAAAAAApM/SSVK0tqGX08/s1600/DSC02137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404948141327232242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI7sqk3rPI/AAAAAAAAApM/SSVK0tqGX08/s320/DSC02137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7043776037563608337?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7043776037563608337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=7043776037563608337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7043776037563608337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/7043776037563608337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SwI_IcktJ2I/AAAAAAAAArE/ZbhoPr9tASc/s72-c/DSC02116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-4915277146202264412</id><published>2009-11-13T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:32:52.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shengtai company SuX!</title><content type='html'>Fuck Shengtai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, if u tell me that I am getting my pay at thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can you please fucking mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, just tell me it's at MONDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shengtai toy company seriously hired the wrong type of ppl to work in their company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's not the first time..it's like the fifth or sixth time tat I am  getting this type of rubbish from Shengtai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, please...I am not ur slave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working for u...so therefore I am entittled to get my pay from u guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for Monday to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven get it...I will make a big fuss about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4915277146202264412?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4915277146202264412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4915277146202264412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4915277146202264412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4915277146202264412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/shengtai-company-sux.html' title='Shengtai company SuX!'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-451461571220357655</id><published>2009-11-11T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:14:04.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I really do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno If I am a burden for u to carry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am...just tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to make u cry again...&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the cause of all ur heartbreaks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-451461571220357655?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/451461571220357655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=451461571220357655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/451461571220357655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/451461571220357655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-7086903262969655921</id><published>2009-11-10T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:04:35.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492597021569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmCZLMl8TI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E7Zaeta4OLk/s320/DSC02098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmFAGtIpoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_zAMvFexCQ4/s1600-h/danielle.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402495464854038146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmFAGtIpoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_zAMvFexCQ4/s320/danielle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmCBoRXnBI/AAAAAAAAAos/D1_5LgabEnU/s1600-h/DSC02071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402492192509369362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmCBoRXnBI/AAAAAAAAAos/D1_5LgabEnU/s320/DSC02071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmBvwtwYQI/AAAAAAAAAok/bAjQbnCGXJg/s1600-h/DSC02054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402491885538271490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/SvmBvwtwYQI/AAAAAAAAAok/bAjQbnCGXJg/s320/DSC02054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-7086903262969655921?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/7086903262969655921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-9086071155079114513</id><published>2009-11-06T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:57:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl, 11, gives birth at wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SLIVEN (Bulgaria) - AN 11-year-old girl became a mother after&lt;br /&gt;going into labour during her wedding to her teenage boyfriend, reported European&lt;br /&gt;media on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kordeza Zhelyazkova was still wearing her wedding dress and tiara when she arrived at hospital and gave birth to little Violeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schoolgirl, of Sliven, Bulgaria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fell pregnant within just two weeks of her 11th birthday&lt;/span&gt;. She gave birth last week with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19-year-old husband Jeliazko Dimitrov at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'I'm not going to play with toys any more - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a new toy now,'&lt;/span&gt; Kordeza told Britain's News of the World newspaper. 'She is so beautiful, I love her. Violeta is the child and I must grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am not going back to school - I am a mother now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kordeza met Jeliazko in the playground of her gypsy school &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when he rescued her from bullies&lt;/span&gt;. Their daughter was conceived within a week. Kordeza admitted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'I haven't had sex education classes and I didn't know how to get pregnant. I'd never had a boyfriend and I'd never heard of condoms.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair had a traditional Roma wedding - but now Jeliazko is facing up to six years behind bars for having sex with a minor. 'I'm scared. I want to look after my wife and child. Instead I may be going to prison,' he said. 'I made a mistake but I am not going to apologise for that because now I have beautiful Violeta.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the F***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter is her..........new toy...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you hear her wailing sound in the middle of the night...&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you need to sacrified your personal time to take care of her..&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you find yourself with no husband amd frens of your own age to play with...&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you grow up and realise what a fool u have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blaming her...it's just her idiotic parent, fuck-up school system tat dun teach the things tat is shoving into her tight v...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to take care of your child-wife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is lust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just a kid...get a gurl ur age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with your male homornes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She treat her daughter as new toy???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saved her and fucked her all within one week, when she is just a 11 years old who dunno what the hell is condom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till she ask for new barbie dolls from you for X'mas present..&lt;br /&gt;Wait till she get tired and decide she wan to get a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you can't get a good job to support both her n her daughter..&lt;br /&gt;Wait till she learn about sex education and decide she regret not putting a condom on ur small dick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-9086071155079114513?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/9086071155079114513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=9086071155079114513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9086071155079114513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9086071155079114513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-11-gives-birth-at-wedding-sliven.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8883255237501070724</id><published>2009-11-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:51:22.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob9S2-99SzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob9S2-99SzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The art of air-kissing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8883255237501070724?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8883255237501070724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8883255237501070724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8883255237501070724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8883255237501070724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-air-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8972854998290875125</id><published>2009-10-27T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:34:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Question: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is what you are currently reading/viewing or studying challenging you in any way? In what way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently, I am reading this interesting article about Post-gay. I was somewhat intrigued by this conversational topic. Post-gay means homosexuals define their identity by something other than their sexual preference. Rather than confining their living space to just their homosexual lifestyle, they are having a large group of heterosexual friends and living in a more relaxing pace to protesting for same-sex marriage in gay pride march. I was quite blown away by this topic, as I assumed all gay are quite pro-active in striving fortheir same-sex right. But some actually don’t, they just make peace with what the society want them to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short and sweet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope my faci can take such a gayish response...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8972854998290875125?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8972854998290875125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8972854998290875125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8972854998290875125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8972854998290875125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-is-what-you-are-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8596348598100205700</id><published>2009-10-22T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:15:07.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regine: The name that will be forever embedded in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/St_pwWDnvNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wpCoSX0OwcY/s1600-h/Country+story.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395287895376903378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/St_pwWDnvNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wpCoSX0OwcY/s320/Country+story.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling's country story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So adorable la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love her...love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8596348598100205700?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8596348598100205700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8596348598100205700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8596348598100205700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8596348598100205700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/regine-name-that-will-be-forever.html' title='Regine: The name that will be forever embedded in my heart'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/St_pwWDnvNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wpCoSX0OwcY/s72-c/Country+story.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-1727822400281813554</id><published>2009-10-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:51:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nest of young eagles hung on every word as the Master Eagle described&lt;br /&gt;his exploits. This was an important day for the eaglets. They were preparing for&lt;br /&gt;their first solo flight from the nest. It was the confidence builder many of&lt;br /&gt;them needed to fulfill their destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How far can I travel?" asked one of the eaglets.&lt;br /&gt;"How far can you see?" responded the Master Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;"How high can I fly?" quizzed the young eaglet.&lt;br /&gt;"How far can you stretch your wings?" asked the old eagle.&lt;br /&gt;"How long can I fly?" the eaglet persisted.&lt;br /&gt;"How far is the horizon?" the mentor rebounded.&lt;br /&gt;"How much should I dream?" asked the eaglet.&lt;br /&gt;"How much can you dream?" smiled the older, wiser eagle.&lt;br /&gt;"How much can I achieve?" the young eagle continued.&lt;br /&gt;"How much can you believe?" the old eagle challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated by the banter, the young eagle demanded, "Why don't you answer my questions?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I did."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But you answered them with questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I answered them the best I could."&lt;br /&gt;"But you're the Master Eagle. You're supposed to know everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can't answer these questions, who can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You." The old wise eagle reassured.&lt;br /&gt;"Me? How?" the young eagle was confused.&lt;br /&gt;"No one can tell you how high to fly or how much to dream. It's different for each eagle. Only you know how far you'll go. No one on this earth knows your potential or what's in your heart. You alone will answer that. The only thing that limits you is the edge of your imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young eagle puzzled by this asked, "What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look to the horizon, spread your wings, and fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2001, Tom Reilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fly.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1727822400281813554?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1727822400281813554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1727822400281813554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1727822400281813554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1727822400281813554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/nest-of-young-eagles-hung-on-every-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5085369808513961660</id><published>2009-10-19T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:22:08.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Dumplings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofchinesefoodareyouquiz/dumplings.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are cute, polite, and considerate. You are well known for your generosity, and you truly love to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a real style and presence about you. You know how to take the simplest thing and make it look chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to order carefully and conservatively off the menu of life. Simplicity is your motto, and you don't like to take on too much at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who does one thing at a time, really immersing yourself in the moment. You detest multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchinesefoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chinese Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, My Fave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5085369808513961660?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5085369808513961660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5085369808513961660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5085369808513961660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5085369808513961660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-dumplings-you-are-cute-polite.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8923059221889344884</id><published>2009-10-19T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:31:11.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noe...I am a bastard...for not replying ur sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe..I am an idiot..for saying I wun do it again..yet I do it all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I say I am sorry..and I still do it all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I am not a good gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe I keep making u cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not what u want of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give u what u want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It's HURT...furcking hurt..when u say her name again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u say she console u...when u say she ask u to forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan her fucking advise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u think she is better than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go and find her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8923059221889344884?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8923059221889344884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8923059221889344884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8923059221889344884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8923059221889344884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5835177599540040429</id><published>2009-10-18T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:41:45.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The good-o-meter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's quite funny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The modern Jesus and his "holy grace" just save this guy from one murder case, 3 child-abduction, having an affair with his brother's wife, lying his way out when his brother found out, setting fire on his neighbour's house, molestation of over 100+ women and killed his parent in a fit of anger...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nice grace..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anybody wan his grace??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5835177599540040429?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5835177599540040429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5835177599540040429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5835177599540040429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5835177599540040429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-o-meter-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8822624292837844425</id><published>2009-10-14T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:35:53.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>I nv really update a decent post for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now, I am going to do so...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is as usual...blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP: we have finally finished doing the use case diagram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling came to fetch me home today...wheeeee..happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her soo much....sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I spot her, I totally forget all the fatigue that was starting to strain against my flesh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally the joke of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392122450058785938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/StSqzLUptJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y7vJFsRtgNk/s320/kim.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I need to confess...A woman actually want to pay me to do her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so like the first time...like HUH(O.O)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the rejection, she just went offline...LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, Sex without love is like eating a sandwich without the ham and egg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8822624292837844425?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8822624292837844425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8822624292837844425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8822624292837844425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8822624292837844425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/joke-of-day.html' title='The Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20slqREGdIM/StSqzLUptJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y7vJFsRtgNk/s72-c/kim.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-4235460639659226622</id><published>2009-10-13T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:42:57.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uIf9iQca10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uIf9iQca10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有些事，一转身就是一辈子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dar...I post this video just to tell u tat U r the one tat I am want for the rest of my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coz I nearly miss the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tat's u...silly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nv type such a major confession in my blog before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks god, I nv let u go...else...regret will be the only word that I can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna hold ur hand...and keep on walking....till we r all wrinkled and grouchy...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope...I will custom make a coffin tat allow 2 ppl to lie beside each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^^...U see..u can't kick me out of ur life...even in death..wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4235460639659226622?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4235460639659226622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4235460639659226622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4235460639659226622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4235460639659226622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-post-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8978814930756900516</id><published>2009-10-13T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:15:40.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdBuNaa_Xp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdBuNaa_Xp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super Mario's Secret Sex Tape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I nv tot Mario is this horny b4...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SO fucking Hilarious....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8978814930756900516?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8978814930756900516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8978814930756900516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8978814930756900516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8978814930756900516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-marios-secret-sex-tape-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8438094027898288072</id><published>2009-10-13T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:05:30.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvbLJ9rHMMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvbLJ9rHMMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The reason for wearing the wedding ring on your forth  finger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I try it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unless u tighten ur middle finger, else your forth finger will be separated in a sec..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Middle finger: yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So it's sth like a kind of personal commitment to your significant other...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tighten ur middle finger...try it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8438094027898288072?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8438094027898288072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8438094027898288072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8438094027898288072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8438094027898288072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason-for-wearing-wedding-ring-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5808688999207233255</id><published>2009-10-09T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:19:39.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBCmt_pJTRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBCmt_pJTRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny Chem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really like the part when hydrogen and carbon meet with each other...so hilarious...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The noble gases dun bond..so better shuck away from them..they r toooo cool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Potassium + water= Explosive reaction...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kaboom....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5808688999207233255?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5808688999207233255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5808688999207233255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5808688999207233255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5808688999207233255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-chem-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-3965033457238114900</id><published>2009-10-08T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:55:31.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiness webby^^</title><content type='html'>I was reading MSN articles when I happened to see this website that allows ppl to blog their daily life in One sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happinessprojecttoolbox.com/using_happiness_toolbox.html"&gt;http://www.happinessprojecttoolbox.com/using_happiness_toolbox.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's abt happines..personal growth...and keeping one's resolution...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-3965033457238114900?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690264.post-9120737034104001805</id><published>2009-10-07T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:51:18.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Down You Are Tortured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theeyetest/eye-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the type of person who has a very tumultuous past that still effects you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but think that life is some sort of sick cosmic joke. You try to find your peace wherever you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't show the world your darkest thoughts. You have a lot to endure, and your keeping it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook can be surprisingly sunny at times. You're an expert at picking yourself up when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theeyetest/"&gt;The Eye Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am good in picking myself up time after time....^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-9120737034104001805?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/9120737034104001805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=9120737034104001805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9120737034104001805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/9120737034104001805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-down-you-are-tortured-youre-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-987643356318238921</id><published>2009-10-07T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:36:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a blogskin tat suit my complex taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole blogskin totally is so me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nv have this kind of strong belonging to my own blog b4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God FYP is EASY this time round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to do some research...n whack the code inside it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my teammates will "ethu" abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-987643356318238921?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/987643356318238921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=987643356318238921' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;They're both convinced&lt;br /&gt;that a sudden passion joined them.&lt;br /&gt;Such certainty is more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;but uncertainty is more beautiful still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they'd never met before, they're sure&lt;br /&gt;that there'd been nothing between them.&lt;br /&gt;But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways--&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask them&lt;br /&gt;if they don't remember--&lt;br /&gt;a moment face to face&lt;br /&gt;in some revolving door?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;a curt "wrong number"caught in the receiver?--&lt;br /&gt;but I know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd be amazed to hear&lt;br /&gt;that Chance has been toying with them&lt;br /&gt;now for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite ready yet&lt;br /&gt;to become their Destiny,&lt;br /&gt;it pushed them close, drove them apart,&lt;br /&gt;it barred their path,&lt;br /&gt;stifling a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and then leaped aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were signs and signals,&lt;br /&gt;even if they couldn't read them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Perhaps three years ago&lt;br /&gt;or just last Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;a certain leaf fluttered&lt;br /&gt;from one shoulder to another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Something was dropped and then picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished&lt;br /&gt;into childhood's thicket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There were doorknobs and doorbells&lt;br /&gt;where one touch had covered another&lt;br /&gt;beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suitcases checked and standing side by side.&lt;br /&gt;One night. perhaps, the same dream,&lt;br /&gt;grown hazy by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning&lt;br /&gt;is only a sequel, after all,&lt;br /&gt;and the book of events&lt;br /&gt;is always open halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Oddest Words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I pronounce the word Future,&lt;br /&gt;the first syllable already belongs to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pronounce the word Silence,&lt;br /&gt;I destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pronounce the word Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I make something no non-being can hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love. Is it normal&lt;br /&gt;is it serious, is it practical?&lt;br /&gt;What does the world get from two people&lt;br /&gt;who exist in a world of their own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,&lt;br /&gt;drawn randomly from millions but convinced&lt;br /&gt;it had to happen this way - in reward for what?&lt;br /&gt;For nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The light descends from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Why on these two and not on others?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,&lt;br /&gt;and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't they at least try to hide it,&lt;br /&gt;fake a little depression for their friends' sake?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them laughing - its an insult.&lt;br /&gt;The language they use - deceptively clear.&lt;br /&gt;And their little celebrations, rituals,&lt;br /&gt;the elaborate mutual routines -&lt;br /&gt;it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard even to guess how far things might go&lt;br /&gt;if people start to follow their example.&lt;br /&gt;What could religion and poetry count on?&lt;br /&gt;What would be remembered? What renounced?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd want to stay within bounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love. Is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,&lt;br /&gt;like a scandal in Life's highest circles.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly good children are born without its help.&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,&lt;br /&gt;it comes along so rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the people who never find true love&lt;br /&gt;keep saying that there's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four a.m&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour between night and day.&lt;br /&gt;The hour between toss and turn.&lt;br /&gt;The hour of thirty-year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour swept clean for rooster's crowing.&lt;br /&gt;The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;The hour of cool drafts from extinguished stars.&lt;br /&gt;The hour of do-we-vanish-too-without-a-trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty hour.&lt;br /&gt;Hollow. Vain.&lt;br /&gt;Rock bottom of all the other hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one feels fine at four a.m.&lt;br /&gt;If ants feel fine at four a.m.,&lt;br /&gt;we're happy for the ants. And let five a.m. come&lt;br /&gt;if we've got to go on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how efficient it still is,&lt;br /&gt;how it keeps itself in shape--&lt;br /&gt;our century's hatred.&lt;br /&gt;How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like other feelings.&lt;br /&gt;At once both older and younger.&lt;br /&gt;It gives birth itself to the reasons&lt;br /&gt;that give it life.&lt;br /&gt;When it sleeps, it's never eternal rest.&lt;br /&gt;And sleeplessness won't sap its strength; it feeds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One religion or another--&lt;br /&gt;whatever gets it ready, in position.&lt;br /&gt;One fatherland or another--&lt;br /&gt;whatever helps it get a running start.&lt;br /&gt;Justice also works well at the outset&lt;br /&gt;until hate gets its own momentum going.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred. Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Its face twisted in a grimace&lt;br /&gt;of erotic ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these other feelings,&lt;br /&gt;listless weaklings.&lt;br /&gt;Since when does brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;draw crowds?&lt;br /&gt;Has compassion&lt;br /&gt;ever finished first?&lt;br /&gt;Does doubt ever really rouse the rabble?&lt;br /&gt;Only hatred has just what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifted, diligent, hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;Need we mention all the songs it has composed?&lt;br /&gt;All the pages it has added to our history books?&lt;br /&gt;All the human carpets it has spread&lt;br /&gt;over countless city squares and football fields?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it:&lt;br /&gt;it knows how to make beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies.&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns.&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the inspiring pathos of ruins&lt;br /&gt;and a certain bawdy humor to be found&lt;br /&gt;in the sturdy column jutting from their midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is a matter of contrast--&lt;br /&gt;between explosions and dead quiet,&lt;br /&gt;red blood and white snow.&lt;br /&gt;Above all, it never tires&lt;br /&gt;of its leitmotif--the impeccable executioner&lt;br /&gt;towering over its soiled victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always ready for new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;If it has to wait awhile, it will.&lt;br /&gt;They say it's blind. Blind?&lt;br /&gt;It has a sniper's keen sight&lt;br /&gt;and gazes unflinchingly at the future&lt;br /&gt;as only it can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8507554181334409170?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8507554181334409170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8507554181334409170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8507554181334409170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8507554181334409170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/wislawa-szymborska.html' title='Wislawa Szymborska'/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-5819486637367689135</id><published>2009-10-04T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:56:39.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Fall for the Sensitive and Romantic Type&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypedoyoufallforquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a bit of an idealist when it comes to love, and you want to be with a partner who appreciates romance as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you've found your soulmate when you're with someone you'd die for. You believe in sacrificing everything for true love, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple "I love you," kiss, or even look can sweep you off your feet. You tend to get lost in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in happy endings, and you're looking for a prince or princess willing to ride off into the sunset with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypedoyoufallforquiz/"&gt;What Type Do You Fall For?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling....R u my princess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Pick Your Sweetheart Again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoupickyoursweetheartagainquiz/sweetheart-1.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your signifiant other are truly in love. You've connected and bonded with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a caring, respectful relationship with lots of open communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say things are always ideal. What's important is that you're both committed to the working on relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to look any further. You've found your perfect match... one that you'd choose again if you had to do it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoupickyoursweetheartagainquiz/"&gt;Would You Pick Your Sweetheart Again?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will choose u all over again in another time, another dimension...another era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Soul is Communicative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's 2 things I agree with this quiz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, my future will be a whole lot difference from rite now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Secondly, It's like I love my partner to keep me guessing all the time...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Black Umbrella Says You're Powerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theumbrellatest/black.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When faced with adversity, you respond with authority. You don't let problems faze you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally powerful and commanding. People look to you to take charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant and classy. You know how to always say and do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you stand out, you also fit it. You thrive in a variety of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day: you carry on as normal - a little bad weather isn't going to get in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theumbrellatest/"&gt;The Umbrella Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black is my fave umbrella colour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looks cool...&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-5819486637367689135?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5819486637367689135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=5819486637367689135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5819486637367689135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/5819486637367689135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-fall-for-sensitive-and-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-8520486218430412351</id><published>2009-10-02T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:16:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iXPHhfk_7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iXPHhfk_7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singapore Poly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This made me cry....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She had forgotten her own son..her own daughter in law...her house...but not her own granddaughter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She kept asking ppl to bring her home...yet she dunno her way home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That part just touched sth deep in my heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When she saw her grandaughter..she walked toward her...saying she was sorry to keep for her waiting at home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just break down...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-8520486218430412351?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8520486218430412351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=8520486218430412351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8520486218430412351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/8520486218430412351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-home-singapore-poly-this-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-4471697546269079641</id><published>2009-09-30T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:26:01.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Word is "Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourwordquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see life as possibility to form deep connections with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are the center of your world, and you always take time to bond with those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and giving. You enjoy helping those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to romantic love, you feel passionately ... even in a very long term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourwordquiz/"&gt;What's Your Word?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling..duncha think so?? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fortune Is: Life is like a sewer... what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/fortunecookiegenerator/cookie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these wise words carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/"&gt;The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep..I get it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-4471697546269079641?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4471697546269079641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=4471697546269079641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4471697546269079641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/4471697546269079641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-word-is-love-you-see-life-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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-12690264.post-1070320769121008349</id><published>2009-09-30T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:09:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest nearly had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.&lt;br /&gt; It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to pass by this small parable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, remember this morale....tee-hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12690264-1070320769121008349?l=imaginarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1070320769121008349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12690264&amp;postID=1070320769121008349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1070320769121008349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12690264/posts/default/1070320769121008349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarist.blogspot.com/2009/09/priest-offered-nun-lift.html' title=''/><author><name>Imaginarist</name><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>
