<?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-5530588793672653094</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:37:31.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~tranquility~</title><subtitle type='html'>Because our fun is only limited to our imagination. I pray that the magic we believed when we were kids, not be forgotten!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4132076372325825619</id><published>2009-12-28T20:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:16:29.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas! wohooo~! too bad i'm not celebrating it =/ lucky for me a friend asked me out and it was fun seeing all the impressive decorations. For those who didn't get to witness the scenes around KL heres a preview =) enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TimeSquare (looks cool top view with snowy like balls hanging everywhere) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzirubHc_WI/AAAAAAAACvY/EHp30KmlL5M/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzirubHc_WI/AAAAAAAACvY/EHp30KmlL5M/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420270965581741410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungai Wang (sadly that singer isn't santa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzisdSrey_I/AAAAAAAACvg/kpmMyJCmVgI/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzisdSrey_I/AAAAAAAACvg/kpmMyJCmVgI/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271770770787314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot 10 (they.. they! no big tree! so i took a picture of the small tree instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzitNcy5XDI/AAAAAAAACvw/Fj3B6x2T2wU/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzitNcy5XDI/AAAAAAAACvw/Fj3B6x2T2wU/s400/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420272598119963698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PaViLion (very nice! two thumbs up! in fact i had two pictures of the place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/Szitlr5GnvI/AAAAAAAACv4/NPXUkGyme04/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/Szitlr5GnvI/AAAAAAAACv4/NPXUkGyme04/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273014489390834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SziuagUteUI/AAAAAAAACwA/B0Cih2jgMrI/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SziuagUteUI/AAAAAAAACwA/B0Cih2jgMrI/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273921917024578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLCC (hmmm ... hmmmm~~~ not bad but isn't candy houses a dangerous place for kids according to hansel and gretel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/Sziu20mSZDI/AAAAAAAACwI/zIzRoc5ZP-c/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/Sziu20mSZDI/AAAAAAAACwI/zIzRoc5ZP-c/s400/Image050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420274408395793458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planing to visit midvally and mayb pearlpoint soon hopefully not too late =) sister~! heres what malaysia look like this time of year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4132076372325825619?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4132076372325825619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4132076372325825619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4132076372325825619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4132076372325825619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SzirubHc_WI/AAAAAAAACvY/EHp30KmlL5M/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8178995769753344100</id><published>2009-11-17T12:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:10:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iszit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SwK3ygl7oyI/AAAAAAAACvQ/oGxdl5MyGXQ/s1600/20080203014514105978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SwK3ygl7oyI/AAAAAAAACvQ/oGxdl5MyGXQ/s400/20080203014514105978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405084581168390946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend asked this " if theres two girls interested in you, both as pretty as the other, however one of them is not really nice to others other then you(not mean just not nice). on the other hand the other girl is nice to everyone and also you but she as nice to everyone as she is to you!" after 5 seconds of deep thinking i said to her(my friend) i would pick the one who's nice to me only. reason is that to me love is something that separates everyone from you(special). but then again i would b hurting the one thats nicer wouldn't i? which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then i came cross another friend she told me guys likes to say wat girls wants to hear. i believe this is true, so that those girls doesn't feel sad. but because of this some girls would find it hard to trust guys which is a sad thing. is the truth really wat the girl wants? i hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres a certain group of people who is very conscious of their appearance. for girls other then the contain looking at mirrors they also look down alot check out their outfit? or checking if their chest ran away. i dunno or i rather not say. but for guys also the mirror thinggy and the non stop touching of the hair. some guys r very well prepared they dun touch their hair considering it took them the whole day to get it done. its ok to look good but people can tell if ur too aware of ur looks and thats just going to mess up ur grove.i think ppl look pretty wen they r confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after observing my friends n the world, i highly advice everyone to take a chance! make a decision that your not sure whats the outcome! if ur looking for a partner make it happen dun jus wait, we must shape our path with our own hands =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i know i'm a million years too early to be giving advices but i like to make it my mission to make others realize how precious they are and how short life is, so that we make the best out of our days, not worrying but living =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by talking to my friends and observing them i realize.&lt;br /&gt;he/she who is likable is dislikable.&lt;br /&gt;good 'might' not be better then bad.&lt;br /&gt;attention makes us feel good, but it should not be made our first priority.&lt;br /&gt;to do something for another reason is not sincere.&lt;br /&gt;life is shaped by our determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who actually read this lame thinggy til the end i would like to apologise for the black n white stripes that u'll be seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8178995769753344100?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8178995769753344100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8178995769753344100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8178995769753344100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8178995769753344100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2009/11/iszit.html' title='iszit'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SwK3ygl7oyI/AAAAAAAACvQ/oGxdl5MyGXQ/s72-c/20080203014514105978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2772318856734385163</id><published>2009-05-06T22:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:19:26.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year one sem break at singapore!</title><content type='html'>finally i hav only 3 more years of studying to go til my advance diploma, so fast a year had past. for my holidays it started with me going to singapore to visit my sister, kind enough she took us around to play, places like bird park, science fair that includes alot of fact about astronomy. i realize that it was her first time too, which means all this time she was only working and only took out her hard earn money to spend n enjoy with us me n my dad, for that i am truely greatful! hope things will work out for u n ur boyfriend jie =) okey heres a picture of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SgGcXuI0XKI/AAAAAAAACUE/DknlbZsBFbo/s1600-h/singapore+bird+park+with+dad+n+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SgGcXuI0XKI/AAAAAAAACUE/DknlbZsBFbo/s400/singapore+bird+park+with+dad+n+sis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332715365119319202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus for the record i did not pick this picture because its the only 1 that i look better in even though thats true. but actually i jus wanna show everybody how the counter lady looks like. Hopefully my humour still isn't annoying XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and i also took this with my handphone at singapore&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SgGdnbxreaI/AAAAAAAACUM/zh1PZ9zMYGA/s1600-h/LOl"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SgGdnbxreaI/AAAAAAAACUM/zh1PZ9zMYGA/s320/LOl" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332716734579964322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2772318856734385163?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2772318856734385163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2772318856734385163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2772318856734385163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2772318856734385163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-year-one-sem-break-at-singapore.html' title='End of year one sem break at singapore!'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SgGcXuI0XKI/AAAAAAAACUE/DknlbZsBFbo/s72-c/singapore+bird+park+with+dad+n+sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8168168479217577660</id><published>2008-11-27T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:27:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood still FreaKs me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SS68H4kYNWI/AAAAAAAACPA/koNEs5xbd6Y/s1600-h/Image(385).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SS68H4kYNWI/AAAAAAAACPA/koNEs5xbd6Y/s200/Image(385).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273359057327502690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i wen for a blood donation, they hav a very catchy phrase that cought my attetion "a bag of full, truthly helpful" and i've always wanted to save the world i guess its 1 life at a time for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even thou i'm a guy, that freakin niddle is still seem so freakin big to me! i dare not watch as the nurse STAB me! but the ppl there n atmosphere was great, wen u go in that hall, that bloody bloody hall, that scarry blooodie... i mean that wonderful holy hall u feel something wen u look at the ppl ard you, THAT THERE ARE STILL MANY KIND PPL ALIVE! thanks for the experince =D oh btw we get alot of free stuff n sign our names on this board to indicate our heroic efforts =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SS68S4QI-6I/AAAAAAAACPI/O7t5FxJDdt0/s1600-h/Image(386).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SS68S4QI-6I/AAAAAAAACPI/O7t5FxJDdt0/s200/Image(386).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273359246221179810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8168168479217577660?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8168168479217577660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8168168479217577660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8168168479217577660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8168168479217577660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-still-freaks-me-out.html' title='Blood still FreaKs me out'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SS68H4kYNWI/AAAAAAAACPA/koNEs5xbd6Y/s72-c/Image(385).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-1885959323887244448</id><published>2008-11-23T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:05:06.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAn To Stay NeAr the CoLlege T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSljCk9MsjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/VM3hyfiqXwo/s1600-h/2007051218032336674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSljCk9MsjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/VM3hyfiqXwo/s400/2007051218032336674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271853734745125426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling 3 hours a day every school day which is almost every day is very sickening. serious the first few weeks i could almost feel my self throwing up(vomit). but reality smack me hard on the butt telling me this is wat i hav to do this is LIFE! oh god~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets play with a little mathe shall we :) 1 day 3 hours gone last sem was 6days a week that will b 18 hours gone. in a month that will be 72hours gone! means for every month i lose 3 days~! in a year i lose 36 days! so its as if i hav only 11 months in my year ~.~" but lucky this sem onli 5days aweek but it still sucks =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-1885959323887244448?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/1885959323887244448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=1885959323887244448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1885959323887244448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1885959323887244448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wan-to-stay-near-college-tt.html' title='I WAn To Stay NeAr the CoLlege T.T'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSljCk9MsjI/AAAAAAAAB3E/VM3hyfiqXwo/s72-c/2007051218032336674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-6718472410161271438</id><published>2008-11-23T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:57:06.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlhJ-MXjgI/AAAAAAAAB28/OnvizXPyZQE/s1600-h/2007081801162071533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlhJ-MXjgI/AAAAAAAAB28/OnvizXPyZQE/s400/2007081801162071533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271851662755466754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in college rite now at the moment i was voted to b my robotics group(11ppl) leader. kinda scarry considering there r elder ppl in my group its like u can't boss them around coz they will feel angry taking orders from some younger kid. i was hoping that by picking me as the leader they should believe in the decisions i make. but to b fair i let every 1 voice out oppinions. but sadly alot don't really care they dunno wats going on they dun bother to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like leading never did. coz first rule of leadership everything is my foult. again i'm not good with groups and i'm pretty bad comunicating so i'm jus starting to fit in. no 1 likes a bossy person which i need to b. i'm also living super far from college n every 1 else. the day i did came for class was the day they voted me leader =/ i didn't even know wat r we suppose to do T.T" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now there are idealist in my group which wan things their way and after reviewing i feel that theres parts which is going to b hard to do n will cause problems but it doesn't seem like they will take no for an answer. but there are some ppl there which r very kind n helpful thank god :) so far we only had to do a proposal, prototype, a rough sketch design. starting wen every 1 still don seem to care about it i had to do the proposal n design my self to hand in some did help but 80% of it i had to do by my self :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some complication did occur aswell but hopefully its nth we can't handle jus hope for a little respact here n there. most helpful members in clude nick, alex, wan tong, jeff others plz show me wat u can do! oh btw we r building a simple robot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-6718472410161271438?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/6718472410161271438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=6718472410161271438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6718472410161271438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6718472410161271438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-easy.html' title='Its not easy...'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlhJ-MXjgI/AAAAAAAAB28/OnvizXPyZQE/s72-c/2007081801162071533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-6212903150241497125</id><published>2008-11-23T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:21:52.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happen the other day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlY0ZRm2GI/AAAAAAAAB20/EsAOZ5ASCnI/s1600-h/20080903133948175403.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlY0ZRm2GI/AAAAAAAAB20/EsAOZ5ASCnI/s400/20080903133948175403.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271842495975053410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again the week is ending and i'm out with friends~ well was going to b out with friendS but one of them couldn't make it n end up going out with jus a friend(female). after a night of chating while eating at a mamak place a few guys came by they are all my ex school mates and they all know my friend. i am never good in a group conversation but i tried to fit in haha didn't work ended up being quiet listening. so its geting late n me n my friend wanna go home edi and so did the group of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them suggest we let him walk home n get his car n drive us back but actualy men my friend's house is of walking distance. i said i'll walk her back n if they meet us there they can send me back coz mayb walking might b faster. so it was me n her plus one of the guys which seemed to b interested in her, we walk down the dark road while chating then the guys with the car came by. instead of driving my friend back jus the other half the driver made a long round turning n said he wanna drop me off first. i was worried for my friend so i insisted that he drop her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car was me 3 other guys n her if i go down it would onli b 3 guys n her in a car. my friend she also said that she would like to go back first. but the guys n the driver did not listen they keep driving to the road directing to my house so i said once more to him to drop my friend first then he replied WHY? i told him in a joking way that i can't sleep if i dun see her off. then he say i dun wan u to sleep then he drove all the way to my house reached at my house i said i'm not geting off until u drive her back. i think my friend was also scared n she said nvm she'll walk then only the guy reacted n say fine n drove her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm friendly at times but can b scarry sometimes. coz the girl was there i tired to b calm with them, after she left i asked the driver why so degil? the guy didn't reply n jus drove me back. i said thanks n i left. the word got out to another friend she said that i was too protective and reminded me that i'm not her bf or anything then i felt as if i did something wrong. but my friend the girl in the car she sms me later saying thanks and ask me if it ever happens again plz do wat i did becoz she was scared. then i knew i did the right thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-6212903150241497125?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/6212903150241497125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=6212903150241497125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6212903150241497125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6212903150241497125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-happen-other-day.html' title='what happen the other day~'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SSlY0ZRm2GI/AAAAAAAAB20/EsAOZ5ASCnI/s72-c/20080903133948175403.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-548391469106471083</id><published>2008-10-28T02:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:52:41.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my persistent mark in the core of my bones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SQYMhgzIynI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DPqF-KRpndY/s1600-h/2008011118334195194.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SQYMhgzIynI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DPqF-KRpndY/s400/2008011118334195194.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261906984508639858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i wen gym n today i wen jogging n despite my best efforts i feel a meanningless action going on. in words i would say i'm exercising for better health? but in fact i jus do it to kill the time, however i'm also runing out of time n constantly racing with it. its in my nature to run from boring stuff or basically anything that is related to something i must do hahaha.... oh~ i'm soooo sooouuu screwed and yet~ i can't change ~.~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-548391469106471083?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/548391469106471083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=548391469106471083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/548391469106471083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/548391469106471083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-persistent-mark-in-core-of-my-bones.html' title='my persistent mark in the core of my bones!'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SQYMhgzIynI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DPqF-KRpndY/s72-c/2008011118334195194.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2612526503569749361</id><published>2008-10-28T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:30:09.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ways for way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2612526503569749361?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2612526503569749361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2612526503569749361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2612526503569749361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2612526503569749361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/10/ways-for-way.html' title='ways for way'/><author><name>Alex</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-5530588793672653094.post-8829237528627852952</id><published>2008-10-12T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:01:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SPD37Imy5eI/AAAAAAAAB2A/J7KpvtIBnyI/s1600-h/2007111121191196480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SPD37Imy5eI/AAAAAAAAB2A/J7KpvtIBnyI/s200/2007111121191196480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255973360435914210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl who couldn't decide on something might say "lets jus let fate decide" like me i'm a big big fan of fate but even so i jus can't sit n wait anymore. sometimes the greatest thing is right in front of u yet u choose not to see it becoz of uncertainty n doult. sometimes the greatest things in front of isnt that great after all. sometimes the worst thing in life is the unstopable time and yet good times is greatest to you. sometimes by leting go u get to take more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno if my actions will bring me fortune or sadness. but it sure feels good not leting fate do all the work onces in a while =) i'm sry for all the wrongs i did in the past but my decisions are final. (i'm done waiting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8829237528627852952?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8829237528627852952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8829237528627852952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8829237528627852952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8829237528627852952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-resort.html' title='last resort'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SPD37Imy5eI/AAAAAAAAB2A/J7KpvtIBnyI/s72-c/2007111121191196480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2264072587680871353</id><published>2008-10-10T21:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:06:31.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday =D</title><content type='html'>hahaha its kinda late that i post this now, anyways tell u guys about my bday! first i got alot of smss wishing me more then last year coz i kept the 1 last year lol haha then dad wished me, but mom forgot! nvm coz she said sorry n got me a laptop muwahahhaa! i also had a blast with my friends this r the pics that i hav with some of my friends celebrating my bday for me, thank you~! look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9aH_zKVfI/AAAAAAAAByY/E9-D_8scLsg/s1600-h/n1222081982_988199_6699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9aH_zKVfI/AAAAAAAAByY/E9-D_8scLsg/s400/n1222081982_988199_6699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255518383596262898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me, mayjean,wueiging,liping,weijun in my house celebrating for me they buy lots of different cakes n we try them all. also got a present n i bet the present was weijuns idea thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9a6vud8gI/AAAAAAAAByg/bZytHOVn0aQ/s1600-h/DSCN5158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9a6vud8gI/AAAAAAAAByg/bZytHOVn0aQ/s400/DSCN5158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519255454937602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is me n my primary school friends! amazing we r still close n they took me to midvelly to celebrate a few days b4 they took me out we also wen up a hill at night n had a great time screaming all kinda stuff. thanks wei~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bK1-Hg9I/AAAAAAAAByo/fPK_txRqem0/s1600-h/Image(360).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bK1-Hg9I/AAAAAAAAByo/fPK_txRqem0/s400/Image(360).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519532009096146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sister n her bf she came back from singapore that week end i like to tink that it was for me =D truth is i'm not sure however she spended most of her time with me also saturday with me n my mom at korea BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bXhJmQ2I/AAAAAAAAByw/gCKoG-eDTZw/s1600-h/Image(362).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bXhJmQ2I/AAAAAAAAByw/gCKoG-eDTZw/s400/Image(362).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519749758403426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday with me n my dad at a place called the SHIP which inside looks like a inside of the ship n the ppl there r in sailor uniforms kekekkee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bkgXyJOI/AAAAAAAABy4/p3h--gF38dQ/s1600-h/Image(376).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9bkgXyJOI/AAAAAAAABy4/p3h--gF38dQ/s400/Image(376).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255519972887766242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my this year laptop present from mom and down is a present from dad few years ago i connect them n puff my room has a mini theater~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9b0-E4m1I/AAAAAAAABzA/gKliLvMcPc0/s1600-h/Image(377).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9b0-E4m1I/AAAAAAAABzA/gKliLvMcPc0/s400/Image(377).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520255739468626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a interesting t-shirt sister gave me for my bday its a sight for sore eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9cFpBc--I/AAAAAAAABzI/qYNbNbb6mUo/s1600-h/Image(378).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9cFpBc--I/AAAAAAAABzI/qYNbNbb6mUo/s320/Image(378).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520542145706978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my god sister's present for me it looks like a bread smells like a bread but its not a bread its a hand rest! haha thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9ek6W9W2I/AAAAAAAABzo/yg23ilySTok/s1600-h/DSCN2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9ek6W9W2I/AAAAAAAABzo/yg23ilySTok/s320/DSCN2554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523278398511970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also hav all kinds of event going on for this month like going to singapore sentosa n all that, friends r something magical to hav i hope everything will value their friends as much as i value mine =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9g6sH7JKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/2oZbixCb3OE/s1600-h/DSCN2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9g6sH7JKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/2oZbixCb3OE/s200/DSCN2591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255525851557733538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hF93vzoI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ON4SeX1sxOs/s1600-h/DSCN2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hF93vzoI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ON4SeX1sxOs/s200/DSCN2594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255526045300280962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hMtm2dGI/AAAAAAAAB0o/xlLcJ7fctr4/s1600-h/193458525m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hMtm2dGI/AAAAAAAAB0o/xlLcJ7fctr4/s200/193458525m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255526161193530466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hU6oLKiI/AAAAAAAAB0w/WYsKFdpDZxU/s1600-h/n1222081982_988205_8413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9hU6oLKiI/AAAAAAAAB0w/WYsKFdpDZxU/s200/n1222081982_988205_8413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255526302127696418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah all and all i had a great great month of celebration thank every1! n all tat celebrated with me n wished me which i didn't mention in this post thank you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2264072587680871353?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2264072587680871353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2264072587680871353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2264072587680871353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2264072587680871353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-d.html' title='Birthday =D'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SO9aH_zKVfI/AAAAAAAAByY/E9-D_8scLsg/s72-c/n1222081982_988199_6699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4415754664172765926</id><published>2008-09-28T14:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:42:54.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dam bored~ Lets talk about girls O.O" wats love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8qy9yqdaI/AAAAAAAABxo/ilikrHWzHaw/s1600-h/20080818224755171544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8qy9yqdaI/AAAAAAAABxo/ilikrHWzHaw/s200/20080818224755171544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250962745606174114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer no ladies would read this hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a girl to me, a girl is a guy that is not a guy but a girl, in other words both humans both could act the same jus biologicaly different~ its crazy that the fact guys and girls are to be made a pair, coz tat fact lead guys to do really interesting things. if your a guy u know how it feels to go crazy over a girl rite? but if according to my theory above it would mean that we go for girls jus for their biological differents O.O otherwise we would b going after guys as well =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8slRXQZnI/AAAAAAAAByQ/kRO5wDExGvM/s1600-h/20071219054722105835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8slRXQZnI/AAAAAAAAByQ/kRO5wDExGvM/s200/20071219054722105835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964709365016178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHILL!! althou guys n girls can hav the same personalities or characteristics but in truth majority speaking they are different~! so much for my first statement(i added this so i dun scare myself) i would say girls are more caring acctually, guys are more compatitive. and also i feel that girls can always easily be sweet, how to say ar like imagin ur sad n a girl comes n give u a warm hug, now imagin ur sad a guys gives u a warm hug.(wrong choice of puting the warm if ur a guy)doesn't matter if ur a kid,grownup n doesn't matter male or female. it would seem that a girls hug is more loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8rEVue03I/AAAAAAAABxw/ub6Kd4yUm0s/s1600-h/20080501165910143848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8rEVue03I/AAAAAAAABxw/ub6Kd4yUm0s/s200/20080501165910143848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963044088861554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lately a friend asked me about the sensitive issue "sex" but at a point of a mature thinking u will find that, holding hands between a guy and a girl is like special ehem when ur like 10 years old. then after that mayb holding hands is normal to u then u feel that a kiss is magical when ur around 15 years old but later u've kiss so much u feel that its jus something command between a couple. so for now sex is something wow.... i myself still virgin very shy now~ but 10years from now sex might no longer bring a strong meaning.&lt;br /&gt;i've tot about this wen i was very young~ and the reason i do not feel comfirtable dating is also becoz i dun wan my kiss, my touch, and erm wat ever u call that to feel meanningless. jus waiting for the rite one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8r3c7CP1I/AAAAAAAAByA/SRfK1elQyTw/s1600-h/thumb__00379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8r3c7CP1I/AAAAAAAAByA/SRfK1elQyTw/s200/thumb__00379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963922193891154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie since the topic is about girls must say something bad about them, girls can b bossy, complain alot!!, and never satisfied!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jus to b fair i talk bad about guys also... guys need to b more sensitive and listens to wat the girl is saying and once together dun always keep problems or feelings to urself coz at the end it will blow and ur girl is going to leave u =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8sBLJs1fI/AAAAAAAAByI/8dp911ifUL8/s1600-h/20071218180457103596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8sBLJs1fI/AAAAAAAAByI/8dp911ifUL8/s200/20071218180457103596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964089222256114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is suspicious, love is needy and love is greedy! there is no great love with out great jealousy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4415754664172765926?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4415754664172765926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4415754664172765926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4415754664172765926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4415754664172765926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/09/dam-bored-lets-talk-about-girls-oo-wats.html' title='dam bored~ Lets talk about girls O.O&quot; wats love?'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8qy9yqdaI/AAAAAAAABxo/ilikrHWzHaw/s72-c/20080818224755171544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-7670669415916129360</id><published>2008-09-28T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:04:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming ain't everything but it feels much more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8dtkItp1I/AAAAAAAABxY/DS0XTFs7Occ/s1600-h/20080821191747172114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8dtkItp1I/AAAAAAAABxY/DS0XTFs7Occ/s200/20080821191747172114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250948359168829266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES gaming isn't everything! however for those who dun get wats so nice about gaming is that ... depending on the game, it could take us to an unbelievable place. its like living a world far different from now.. having superpowers n plan ur finances. basically its like living a life thats much more then wat we hav. this is very adictive~! and to me wat makes the game nice will relay on the background music as much as the user friendly interface. if i hav to make a comparisome i'll say its like watching anime~ once u start, ur in to it, u know all about it, u dunno wanna leave it, u feel that its apart of u and u end up watching it non stop til its finished then u feel sad coz its like part of ur life jus stoped. for gaming it stoped when u dun get to play.(but finally its still jus a fantasy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8eaooki1I/AAAAAAAABxg/DyPKL22OEdg/s1600-h/20080625020858156983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8eaooki1I/AAAAAAAABxg/DyPKL22OEdg/s200/20080625020858156983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250949133470305106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOWEVER theres a group of ppl which is very focus in the real world that they won find gaming or anime interesting like my sister which is a very good thing~! i could spend half or more then half my day playing games if i keep this up i can easily lose half my life. SO plan ur time well guys =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7670669415916129360?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7670669415916129360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7670669415916129360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7670669415916129360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7670669415916129360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/09/gaming-aint-everything-but-it-feels.html' title='Gaming ain&apos;t everything but it feels much more!'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SN8dtkItp1I/AAAAAAAABxY/DS0XTFs7Occ/s72-c/20080821191747172114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8959142953363220817</id><published>2008-09-10T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:15:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa5AXHZi7I/AAAAAAAABwg/KCOIbJDEtoM/s1600-h/20080828100941168332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa5AXHZi7I/AAAAAAAABwg/KCOIbJDEtoM/s320/20080828100941168332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244082231975709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy that emos alot, hate to admit it but if you know me from msn u might oready realize i can't stand late replies same goes for sms. cause to me late reply is like showing that your not important, they think of u later, they r lazy to reply, they dun like you, and all the other negative stuff. hahaha problem is no matter how busy i am i will try my best to reply quick as long as i'm there i will reply! i will stop everything n REPLY! which kinda makes me more emo when ppl reply slow then i also thinking y i bother reply n wait there jus in case =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh lately i found out i'm not the only 1 some 1 else face the same problem which is kinda weird coz its my friend n wat happen was i think i jus think something happen one of us replied slow and then puff emo~ so one of use thinks that the other dun care so also reply slow then the other also slow then slow n very slow n yah u get the picture. althou sometimes it can't b helped when ur busy so best part about me is i forgot stuff also one of my worst part. good coz i forget the bad stuff ppl do to me also forgets who did it n bad coz i might also forget their name n birthday, which btw mine is coming soon! n it really kills me that ppl remembers my birthday n i dun remember theirs, n also its not fair coz my birthday kinda easy to remember so it would always seem that i dun care about others which i dooooo! as long as i remember their name means i do lol coz not familiar ppl i won even remember the name but i make up stuff to try n remember them like 1 guy called ermmm moon bear and 1 more girl call round ice hahhha they will know its them if they read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i think i type too much and no 1 like to too many words in their day so i'll stop here... bottom line... i'm a sensitive person.... Emo-ing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8959142953363220817?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8959142953363220817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8959142953363220817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8959142953363220817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8959142953363220817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa5AXHZi7I/AAAAAAAABwg/KCOIbJDEtoM/s72-c/20080828100941168332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-406363258128530984</id><published>2008-09-10T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:39:19.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook vs blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa0rf7pMcI/AAAAAAAABwY/mE3uj6P6s40/s1600-h/2007061120311548980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa0rf7pMcI/AAAAAAAABwY/mE3uj6P6s40/s320/2007061120311548980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244077475518558658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days i realize people like to play facebook, i know coz my sister is really active in it haha some how i dun see the fun... care to educate me? blogs r geting old .... dun even thing any1 reads my blog other then a few primary school friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook i tried it b4 with another email account which no1 really knows hahah is my first 1 btw and i was geting the hang of it n acctually interested in this game called "who has the bigest brain" or something like that hahaha i wanna get a big brain so i keep playing, can win my sister thou her score crazy high i think they played it in a group so its cheating &gt;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven tried other games, junho my primary school mate seemed to b adicted to poker i think he keeps asking me to play~! but i dunno how!! i go in n stright away i lost 4coins. theres other stuff too like somekinda superpower game which i got super speed =D , bowling?, n other stuff which i haven try. not really planing to try hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acctualy i made an account to view a friend's picture hahaha end up liking it then now can say quitingish &lt;&lt; dunno wats that either. coz of this person that dun wan this other person to add that person so that person dun let me do stuff in the facebook which at the end i dun bother loging on to &gt;.&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i'm quite sure that person dun read my blog so i guess that person won't know how i feel :( sometimes in life the little things countssssss! ahhh stress must study but like no motive n to do something with out motive is like to dig ur nose for no reason :S very weird feeling... facebook or blog hmmm i think i'll stick with both, both for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like so weird if parents reads our blogs~! i can't imagin that fact its creepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-406363258128530984?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/406363258128530984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=406363258128530984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/406363258128530984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/406363258128530984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/09/facebook-vs-blog.html' title='Facebook vs blog'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SMa0rf7pMcI/AAAAAAAABwY/mE3uj6P6s40/s72-c/2007061120311548980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8125671014304820936</id><published>2008-08-31T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:06:27.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLoJuThpWTI/AAAAAAAABwQ/SNm3xS2xPm0/s1600-h/20080725153058163634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLoJuThpWTI/AAAAAAAABwQ/SNm3xS2xPm0/s320/20080725153058163634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240511807519021362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no.... less then a week til my semester exam... i really dun wanna fail but i hav no motive wat so ever to study nth in geting in i dunno wat to do... help plz some1 give me a reason to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it can't b jus any simple reason it has to b something that i believe in otherwise it wouldn't work. on top of everything i contantly ask my self rather i should change course or not. this coz me to even feel like not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna do bad but i can't do good, i'm out of ideas i can't do something that does not statisfy my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8125671014304820936?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8125671014304820936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8125671014304820936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8125671014304820936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8125671014304820936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLoJuThpWTI/AAAAAAAABwQ/SNm3xS2xPm0/s72-c/20080725153058163634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8484140277984955953</id><published>2008-08-25T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:51:21.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things i like !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLQYXsnja0I/AAAAAAAABwI/c-IFMBhATOA/s1600-h/20080417054533111480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLQYXsnja0I/AAAAAAAABwI/c-IFMBhATOA/s320/20080417054533111480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238839061931846466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm computer games! but time consuming :( &lt;br /&gt;i use to think having a TV is the best part of life :P coz last time got astro maaaa sooo freaking many channels surely theres something i would like haha favorite channel DISCOVERY! hahaha but now no more :( &lt;br /&gt;A good MEAL! can't really seem to get fat no matter how much i eat must b my ability to process, pack and unlish food quickly, but wat ever thats nice normaly isn't good 4 my body :(&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i might like hanging out with a my girlfriend if i had 1, and share alittle skin ship hohoho :( but girl maintenance fee very high&lt;br /&gt;i guess i like staying at home sleeping coz not only i get to do all those things in Lala land but i also conserve energy and best of all i feel that there is where i belong... hehhehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8484140277984955953?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8484140277984955953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8484140277984955953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8484140277984955953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8484140277984955953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-i-like.html' title='The things i like !'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLQYXsnja0I/AAAAAAAABwI/c-IFMBhATOA/s72-c/20080417054533111480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2744073683529560338</id><published>2008-08-25T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:03:35.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason i've found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLK7rajUykI/AAAAAAAABv4/zS2L0PxBuCA/s1600-h/20080521043055148617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLK7rajUykI/AAAAAAAABv4/zS2L0PxBuCA/s400/20080521043055148617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238455671121562178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off and on i acctually get emotional and sad which cause me to become kinda quiet. Ever meet some1 that could only do something if they have a reason or motive? sadly i'm one of them and the reason or motive i lack is in life. i hav no idea wat so ever why on earth i live, without this important answer in my life everything i do seems meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess there is no meaning if i only live for myself, i find it a better reason to live for others. Not really a good thing for me but atleast maybe jus maybe i could give a reason for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, i'm not doin too good myself hahaha too lazy to study or do anything that is beneficial to ME Buuuhuuuu =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2744073683529560338?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2744073683529560338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2744073683529560338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2744073683529560338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2744073683529560338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-ive-found.html' title='A reason i&apos;ve found'/><author><name>Alex</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/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SLK7rajUykI/AAAAAAAABv4/zS2L0PxBuCA/s72-c/20080521043055148617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4467311783825685221</id><published>2008-07-14T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:24:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the will to go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtviG1-ARI/AAAAAAAABRU/mduXQR9MOgg/s1600-h/3bc1a70fd777a0_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtviG1-ARI/AAAAAAAABRU/mduXQR9MOgg/s320/3bc1a70fd777a0_medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222890824609431826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helo~~ long time since i wrote something huh... well some friends acctually read my post n hoped i'll write again, so i took sometime to do this =) todays topic~ famous yet challenging! whats life all about ;) now if ur religious most likely u aledi hav an answer that u could accept but reminding u some ppl are still not quite satisfied with the answer at hand. bet most of u guys watched matrix XD bullets flying n all that COMEE ONnn no way u could hav missed it, if u guys recall it was said in the first episode movie that if something real is something that u can see hear touch n smell then they r no more then impulses to ur brain.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtvdNuS5_I/AAAAAAAABRM/0kQLptPbqnw/s1600-h/2007040218535224991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtvdNuS5_I/AAAAAAAABRM/0kQLptPbqnw/s320/2007040218535224991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222890740556949490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; not trying to b negative but history is only the way it is to us depending on how the writer wrote it, in other words whos to say the bible is real. super sorry haha but i'm like some of them out there which can't really belif wats not proven. so if not mistaken life to the bible is eternity if every1 had to die n not resurrected its kinda pointless &gt;.&gt; tell u the truth i wouldn't really wanna live forever wouldnt know wat to do =P anyways with this some ppl living their life hoping for the day of judgement or be good to go to heaven or die n live as human again or wat ever that u can think of...  now imagin u dun hav any bible or elders to tell u wats life after death, then tell me why do we live. now now if u look at animals they live to multiply so that their kind dun dissapear hahaha but it would seem that &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtvEhsMJ3I/AAAAAAAABRE/lV4V4iKpbq4/s1600-h/20080328092355134955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtvEhsMJ3I/AAAAAAAABRE/lV4V4iKpbq4/s320/20080328092355134955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222890316420097906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats their only goal in life, so are we the same? hehehe think about give commands mayb i'll post something again and btw i'm not religious i myself is a christian and i also quite belif in god =) besides somethings its better to believe then not to believe.... time to sleeppppppppp~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4467311783825685221?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4467311783825685221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4467311783825685221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4467311783825685221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4467311783825685221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-to-go-on.html' title='the will to go on'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SHtviG1-ARI/AAAAAAAABRU/mduXQR9MOgg/s72-c/3bc1a70fd777a0_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-6820104338836803254</id><published>2008-06-08T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:36:09.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do...</title><content type='html'>some times in life u gain enemies, some times in life u meet ppl that dislikes u for no reason. wat to doooooo.... well i could imagin how scarry tat is! i mean its like imagin ur badly scar-ed all over u look like ghost n no1 wans u around u hav no friends n its not ur foult ppl dun like u! bcoz of this i will not run from ppl like that i will b their friends! i must give them hope n b there for them coz its jus the rite thing to do.. but sometimes i meet some 1 that has a reason for why others might not like him/her i dunno rather to help or to stay away. in a way its totally non of my buisness i could really get in trouble if i give my oppinion, but then again if i don they won know how much they might b losing out mayb losing out on friends, trust within ppl or even love.its like two pool both with sharks, 1 pool is dirty but not deadly n another is clean(healthy). so question should i help the sharks in the dirty pool over to the clean pool but risk geting eatten or should i jus let it be... sometimes doin a good thing isn't right n some times doin the bad thing isn't wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-6820104338836803254?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/6820104338836803254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=6820104338836803254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6820104338836803254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/6820104338836803254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-to-do.html' title='what to do...'/><author><name>Alex</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-5530588793672653094.post-7990291665533095043</id><published>2008-05-03T22:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:25:25.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things that matters the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SByCQGoA4jI/AAAAAAAABP8/VcDqBE-BNYo/s1600-h/20080203014514105978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SByCQGoA4jI/AAAAAAAABP8/VcDqBE-BNYo/s400/20080203014514105978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196171283246670386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet most of u heard of the phase "sometimes the things most dear to u is there right infront of u" in a way its true~ automaticaly if u hav something u treasure u would b facing it more often wouldn't u? but i did something pretty dumb, i found that thing yet i refuse to accept it. mayb thats the reason i dun hav a best friend,dun get me wrong every1 is a very good friend to me but no best... &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBye9GoA4qI/AAAAAAAABQ0/6RMZZVPJSMU/s1600-h/20080118063712113978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBye9GoA4qI/AAAAAAAABQ0/6RMZZVPJSMU/s320/20080118063712113978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196202842666361506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soon i came to realize that i had been dissapointed way too many times, for instants of all the relationships i've been in never really worked out, when i was first introduce to online games i could see many scamers, many things i've tried doing didn't turn out the way it should, i've met ppl that couldn't careless n would put me in harms way to get wat they wan, also ppl that is so unreasonable and totaly hardheaded that i could drop dead jus by trying to get a simple fact into them. there is so many painful times which ultimately shaped my heart into wat it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SByETmoA4nI/AAAAAAAABQc/LW6Ax9impVw/s1600-h/2008011715103290450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SByETmoA4nI/AAAAAAAABQc/LW6Ax9impVw/s200/2008011715103290450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196173542399468146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my heart is now something secluded, a wall around it was formed to protect myself from all this but at the sametime abandoning any hope of true happiness from ever entering. This is me.. a person that quits the moment something sounds too good to b true comes along....... what should i do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7990291665533095043?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7990291665533095043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7990291665533095043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7990291665533095043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7990291665533095043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-matters-most.html' title='the things that matters the most'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SByCQGoA4jI/AAAAAAAABP8/VcDqBE-BNYo/s72-c/20080203014514105978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4111879867492532293</id><published>2008-04-29T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:43:08.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education VS Experince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBcUQGoA4hI/AAAAAAAABPs/d4SiptDw_Pk/s1600-h/20080211081147120855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBcUQGoA4hI/AAAAAAAABPs/d4SiptDw_Pk/s320/20080211081147120855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194642962084061714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heres something to think about and also it would b helpful if u would leave a comment on this question ...eto.. ok the question is~! if ur a big boss who would u employ to work with u some1 thats very experince or some1 with a degree or PHD. would u want that person to b good at the job or smart for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example any experince worker knows how things is done they could do it nicely n well for u. they could also do it faster n better.&lt;br /&gt;a educated person however might know how things should b done but doing it is something else they might b slow n not done well, but any unexpected problems could b solved easily since they hav enuf wisdom to overcome it. however an experince worker might not know wat to do if something new comes a long.... so which is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, my sister and i wen out together... well acctually she had an interview and i'm suppose to b the good brother to keep her company n protect her hohoho~ &gt;.&lt;" anyways then i was thinking who would i employ n wat person would it b... and pop! this question came along. theres also street smart n books smart to think about but right now to me i think an experince worker is better coz i've witness some1 tat has no education but did a great job at my work place even thou his newer then me T.T" really made me look bad but his ways of words with the customer made him look like he knows wat his doing n he cannot possibly go wrong! amazing~ well of course his 10years older then me haha. tell me wat u think &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBcXyGoA4iI/AAAAAAAABP0/MO33jwEsb24/s1600-h/20080320080737132330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBcXyGoA4iI/AAAAAAAABP0/MO33jwEsb24/s320/20080320080737132330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194646844734497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4111879867492532293?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4111879867492532293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4111879867492532293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4111879867492532293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4111879867492532293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/04/education-vs-experince.html' title='Education VS Experince'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/SBcUQGoA4hI/AAAAAAAABPs/d4SiptDw_Pk/s72-c/20080211081147120855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4019378718753610501</id><published>2008-04-11T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:00:58.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i ran away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8YuAeUUlI/AAAAAAAABO4/OS5mspvqOkE/s1600-h/20071208113540102593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8YuAeUUlI/AAAAAAAABO4/OS5mspvqOkE/s200/20071208113540102593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187892474434310738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture a morning forest still full with haze, every step forword brings unexpected surprice. your spine got stiff as the sounds of owls, wolfs, frogs and crickets from every coner all around you as if being watch and laughed at. then u feel so tired you can't walk anymore and without knowing where you are you lost all hope even survival itself. but after awhile the sun pulled the haze up and light your path but it was a road that you have no idea where it leads to.... but all could be done is to follow it&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8aNQeUUnI/AAAAAAAABPI/LcogzRdJu2U/s1600-h/20071219054722105835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8aNQeUUnI/AAAAAAAABPI/LcogzRdJu2U/s200/20071219054722105835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187894110816850546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8arAeUUoI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7ZchwCXdQjE/s1600-h/thumb__00418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8arAeUUoI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7ZchwCXdQjE/s200/thumb__00418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187894621917958786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats how i feel every morning after every dream either a nightmare or fantasy i'll always wake up lost, wondering why am i here and what am i doing..... always hoping for a someone to pull me out of the haze and show me where my road leads to. someone that will be at the end of that road waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4019378718753610501?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4019378718753610501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4019378718753610501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4019378718753610501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4019378718753610501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-i-ran-away.html' title='The day i ran away'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R_8YuAeUUlI/AAAAAAAABO4/OS5mspvqOkE/s72-c/20071208113540102593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2451642688716598462</id><published>2008-03-26T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:40:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mysterious dreams</title><content type='html'>for many months now every single day i go to bed i'm sure i had a dream... ain't good coz i always apear tired... and i am... dreaming is something magical sometimes, its the only time the imposible could happen... truth to be told i love sleeping! how ever theres once i had a weird dream... i was making out with this girl(ya ya making out nth else jus the lips dun think too far) she was my friend! we were jus friends but in that dream we were something more... worst part was i couldnt forget it n to make matters worst i had a crash on my friend in the dream &gt;.&lt;" ahhhhhh the horror couldn't look at her the same any more hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst was the time i dreamt that i was having a party with my friends in a car park &gt;.&gt; soon later for some unknown reason i knew that my dad was out side the condo car park waiting for me. as i walk out to go home coz my day was very angry for no reason also hahaha i saw up at one of the condo's window a kid no older then 4 years old was hanging out of the window! i was like nuuuuuuu plz go back in.... next thing u know that boy fell~ suddenly time felt like it stoped as i could see every sec clearly of how his falling ... automatically i rush to catch him... when he came down to my level my finger tips touched his body n didn't manage to catch him my mind was going nuts knowning the out come as my eyes shut tight n my arms n shoulders kinda jumped as i heard the splashing sound the little kid made when he hit the road floor when i opened my eyes his head was dislocated n didn't know the danger the kid had a smile on his face! THATS WHEN I WOKE UP n shiver as i sms my friend in the dark coz all i wan is not to b alone that time =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the weird dreams leat me tired n even GRAMPY sometimes can't even face my friends haha... not to mention it makes my nose hair n white hair grows faster it also comes with pimples not on the hair but on my face duh~ yah...  thats all for now ^^ to who that might read this.. give me a hug when u see me unless ur a guy ... fat guy or....fat girl... u know wat dun hug me let me die in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2451642688716598462?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2451642688716598462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2451642688716598462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2451642688716598462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2451642688716598462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/03/mysterious-dreams.html' title='mysterious dreams'/><author><name>Alex</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-314662499475517857</id><published>2008-02-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:21:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R6swBDT4AeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/xdv7VUUX-aA/s1600-h/20071227160138107201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R6swBDT4AeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/xdv7VUUX-aA/s200/20071227160138107201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164274192337076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could have a peny for everytime i regret doin something i would really need to find a place to keep all my pennies. i grew up hating this feeling of regret soo much that i push every nice thing that could happen to me away jus so i dun feel dissapointed is anything bad happens. i tried not to get involve in almost everything so much that i've even become alittle social outcast or i try so hard to fit in i make a fool of myself over jokes which only i think is funny, it was later on that i realize that ppl hav to get the joke too. i guess in a way i've turn to joking as something i do to mix around after all everybody could use a good laugh. trust me when i say&gt;&gt; "bad things happen to he who tries too hard" my mind become fix on thinking of jokes so much i couldn't b serious unless u poke me in the wrong places if u know wat i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets see, i'm negative erm kinda anti social and not serious, very bad with words, makes jokes that ppl dun get.... so why is it that ppl dun like me again? to all my friends n every 1 that knows me, wanna tell u guys something which is "i'm still trying to be a better man!" now how that turns out will also depends on u guys ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-314662499475517857?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/314662499475517857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=314662499475517857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/314662499475517857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/314662499475517857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-could-have-peny-for-everytime-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</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://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R6swBDT4AeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/xdv7VUUX-aA/s72-c/20071227160138107201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2857328450865180688</id><published>2008-01-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:21:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For now =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4SBhXFbstI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LZi2t0AGPWw/s1600-h/thumb__00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4SBhXFbstI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LZi2t0AGPWw/s320/thumb__00704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153386283751158482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might b my last post for along time, basically i can't do this forever. i'm not much a sharing person but hey it was fun while it lasted. what could i say about ^^ hmmm so far i think less then 7 ppl acctualy know my blog exsisted, most guys won't bother to even look i mean come on guy see guys blog it wrong~! hahaha many comments n stuff i get mostly from girls thanks so much! tiffany my penang pal know u since hmmmm 5? 6 years ago? amazing we never meet but we r still great friends. wuei ging a girl that some how always manage to sit beside me in class for the pas few years well almost always. then theres keryi this girl is something special hard to say but every1 wanna b like her. regina, primary school friend wasn't as close to her then but i think we r geting somewhere now, still wish we can hang out more often and i hav to say u can really play a bluff game all the way~.~'. sarah old school mate fly to usa and never visit me, but still shes like a virtual friend online every lunch time n bed time. Jason Hew! cutest guy i know haha i hope being cute could win over girls coz if it does u'll hav a mob of girls aledi!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TgxHFbsvI/AAAAAAAAArM/5EMv1bKQhm8/s1600-h/thumb__00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TgxHFbsvI/AAAAAAAAArM/5EMv1bKQhm8/s320/thumb__00257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153491007938736882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiayi and jialin old buddies, miss going to ur house every saturday n jus watch tv together haha. LekKA, my goodness u hav more in u then u think, if a guy like u hav problems geting girls ppl like me hav no hope at all hahaha super funny guy. weijun read read read study study read is tat all u do? even worked at MPH! u r soooooo going to get ur very own thinker statue. liping, so small so cute and so innocent i don't even dare for one second lay 1 finger on u haha but i wouldn't basically i can't think dirty with u around~. michelle choo, hmm very sry i can't make it the other day wen u asked me out but hey ur turning into a anime freak too yay our gang is geting big but thennn am i the only guy in the gang? hoaykeat, i know u dun mean bad n stuff but some1 tells me u weren't being very nice when u talk, i'm sure u didn't mean it so jus watch out wat u say that might hurt sensitive ppl, other then tat ur great too.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TlCnFbszI/AAAAAAAAArs/AedBPr45uCI/s1600-h/2007071911204862207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TlCnFbszI/AAAAAAAAArs/AedBPr45uCI/s320/2007071911204862207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495706632958770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anwar! him n jiayi were my best buds can't say the same now but he is one malay dude that i seriously like! come play more often yah?! ally, amazing girl can mix with almost any mob i know very nice and if it wasn't for her i would hav been really bored at genting that day she was the only 1 that company me all the way, n remember that time we cooked at eunice place haha that was fun thanks. chongpeng and sengyu a.k.a burger and hot dog to me haha always a pair 2 guys walking ard freaks me out!! but hey wat ever makes u happy =P shuan, now dun wanna b rude infront of all this ppl (ehem 1 or 2 ppl that acctaully reads this blog) but work on ur talking skills coz man i know u never meant to b bad but the way u talk kills and i mean tat in a bad way, hav to seriously change, if not u'll hav trouble even keeping the friends u aledi hav, ur a great guy thou remember dun swear! elaine, jingyan, carmen, shuyi, wanzhen,waiyee and all the chinese speaking friends! nice to hav u, i enjoy speaking chinese with u all if not for u guys i would hav seriously forgot how to speak chinese. sherman tan, his brain can really twist n turn very good at joking and his smart too! john, my age john haha i like ur house wei~ bathroom also got tree i envy that! n ur big tv oh my god! ur also a great guitar player i'll need free lesson from u too. huiyi , did any 1 tell u u walk like a guy? dun get me wrong i think its really cool so cool that i wanna walk like u hahaha hey dun stay up too late k? andrea, currently at aus i love the way u talk! its new n different hope it wouldn't change.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TiA3FbsyI/AAAAAAAAArk/O7DwgJ6TfnA/s1600-h/2007111011505995896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4TiA3FbsyI/AAAAAAAAArk/O7DwgJ6TfnA/s320/2007111011505995896.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153492378033304354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mayjean, very pretty girl hor dun playplay shes nice also but can't help to feel that something is bothering her, a great friend althou different school but shes always around. yoongkhang and junhoh good luck in form 6 tell me how it turns out. chentseng i duno why but everytime i see u i feel that ur soo stress chil man, if i must i will personally unstress u hahaha that sounded like undress. denise, wao tall sweet and sexy hahaha hope u got the cubebox thinggy done by now, i think ur interesting coz u wish to learn about how others feel, that is something i dun really see often in a person. jiehan, i dunno i should ask u to eat more or stop eating coz ur really thin but u mustn't grow anymore! hmmm wonder how u look like if u happen to take drugs hohoho but still ur kind tall dude take care! kimberlee, met her at johns birthday party, first girl that was daring enuf to pull me out to dance, and also thanks for the invite to ur party too. Kong, you ar always wanna have fun dun even care wat will happen hahaha but ur need for trial really amaz me! Yue Chiang or siu kiong he's very friendly person even gay hug me a few times some how i dun mind HAHHAHAHA ehem but seriously this dude is not made for fighting he is 1 guy u can't stay mad at. Awwww i hope the ppl that i didn't mention wouldn't mind but i'm really bad in names so either i can't spell it or i can't remember it kekeke and too all the girls that i wasn't nice with or that i've hurted b4 hav a news for u... i'm hurting now too..... so lets call it even? thanks for everything every1!! i also like to thank my parents n my sister, oh and if i hav a wish yah yah world peace! KIT, TK, GL,HF, SM &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4SB8nFbsuI/AAAAAAAAArE/ABBadZ1feYM/s1600-h/thumb__00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4SB8nFbsuI/AAAAAAAAArE/ABBadZ1feYM/s320/thumb__00354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153386751902593762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmmmmm wonder whos dumb enuf to read the whole thing muwahahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2857328450865180688?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2857328450865180688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2857328450865180688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2857328450865180688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2857328450865180688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-might-b-my-last-post-for-along.html' title='For now =)'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4SBhXFbstI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LZi2t0AGPWw/s72-c/thumb__00704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4568246249639938024</id><published>2008-01-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:21:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want and what i need..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4Go0XFbsjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/m1srYhLB9tY/s1600-h/thumb__00683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4Go0XFbsjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/m1srYhLB9tY/s320/thumb__00683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152585066192024114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want.... since when does anyone even hav a clue of wat they want? up til now i hav no idea wat i wan, so what i do is i find out what ppl want n ask my self would i wan it hahaha however wat i need is clear. i need FOOD, lots of SLEEP, more FOOD, hav FUN, MONEY to buy FOOD and a place to stay so that i can store my FOOD. friends n family is something i would want but wat i need is their love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids hav the purest of hearts how do i know? duh~ i was one still am! However i came to realize it when i was working at this primary school. alot of the strd1 kids r crying becoz its their first day~(wak~~ mamy dun wan me aledi)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4GoOXFbshI/AAAAAAAAAok/OQVcelulGvc/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2351.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4GoOXFbshI/AAAAAAAAAok/OQVcelulGvc/s200/MsgPlus_Img2351.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152584413356995090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was actually holding back not to slap them up jus then i saw something magical the strd5 &amp; 6 came by and confort them, taping thier backs, holding them. so kind n gentle... thou my mind was wondering "would u hold me too?" haha friendship when we r kids r the greatest, becoz as we grow up we learn about the importants of money,how others can't b trusted,anger,hate and we always wan something in return. tell u the truth i dun trust ppl either blek~ but when i look at the kids playing i wanna b their friend very much... awwwwwwww thats wat i want &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4GoanFbsiI/AAAAAAAAAos/8ebSQuU5uO4/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2846.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4GoanFbsiI/AAAAAAAAAos/8ebSQuU5uO4/s200/MsgPlus_Img2846.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152584623810392610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4568246249639938024?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4568246249639938024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4568246249639938024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4568246249639938024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4568246249639938024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-want-and-what-i-need.html' title='what i want and what i need..'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R4Go0XFbsjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/m1srYhLB9tY/s72-c/thumb__00683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-7552255323362814831</id><published>2008-01-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:40:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old time sick~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R37aI3FbsfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kGWgycenSfw/s1600-h/Image(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R37aI3FbsfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kGWgycenSfw/s200/Image(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151794869518971378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are my childhood buddies! considering my childhood is over i dun think i could get any more childhood friends to post as a childhood buddy for other childhood buddies to see the new childhood friend. obviously i miss my childhood alot T.T'&lt;br /&gt;okey this two r the ones that pulled me out of my rabbit hole when i was young, they were there when i first smell the grasses of the outside world and when i bite my first carrot. now stop imagining me as a rabbit i'm jus using it as an example =.=' sadly i'm no longer that close to one of them which is the girl, she did something that i hav yet to forgive =P but well it was fun while it lasted so thank you~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7552255323362814831?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7552255323362814831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7552255323362814831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7552255323362814831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7552255323362814831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-time-sick.html' title='old time sick~'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R37aI3FbsfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kGWgycenSfw/s72-c/Image(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-7242373326566774744</id><published>2008-01-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:53:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up lately!</title><content type='html'>theres this girl always around during my lunch time chating with me making my food taste bad and also sometimes around at night wishing me n keeping me company when i sleep late. Sarah is her name n she stays kinda far but yet she seems so close when we r chating. well sadly i'm not interested in a relationship but i think it will b cool if any guys out there that is interested mayb leave a comment at my cbox and we might beable to work something out kekekeke! so yah i'm going to post her pic get ready ur paper begs!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3z2VXFbscI/AAAAAAAAAn8/a41z4xU6mHE/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3z2VXFbscI/AAAAAAAAAn8/a41z4xU6mHE/s200/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151262920639492546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw today i when to work for my dad at this new school kuancheng2 primary. the place is very nice but the way to get there is madness! the road so small and to go all the way there then make a U turn is almost like 2 mouse running in to the same hole. the cats n dogs lining up to pick up their kids was fustrating! the line go all the way back as long as the eye can see. the space for cars to move is so hard some had to b force reversing all the way back out! under the hot sun... many parents parks very far then walked  atleast a thousand steps the get their kids n helping their kids to carry their begs the parents willingly walk another thousand steps back to the car n jam all the way out. school ended at 1.30pm but for the to get out it told 3hours! thats 4.30pm to clear the school! my goodness .... i was acctually cursing in my heart when i was in my dads ven. they spend around 30milion to build the school but could spend abit more to make a wider road. the reason i was cursing.... its becoz i was touched by every parent there.. the things they do for thier kids is seriously amazing, u would understand if ur there with me...... jus remarkable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7242373326566774744?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7242373326566774744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7242373326566774744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7242373326566774744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7242373326566774744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-up-lately.html' title='whats up lately!'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3z2VXFbscI/AAAAAAAAAn8/a41z4xU6mHE/s72-c/Picture+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-1732300920055632279</id><published>2008-01-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:14:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things i hoped i had and the stuff i wished i did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3zttnFbsbI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HueFJECXSU4/s1600-h/2007091119215279450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3zttnFbsbI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HueFJECXSU4/s400/2007091119215279450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151253441646670258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back alot of stuff can't help but regret the things i didn't hav the guts to do example accepting a hug from any female life form other then my mom, buying the eel in my room, making more friends not scarring them,not b a big bully, do not stop my guitar lesson, learn drum, dun buy pokemon cards, cry at the rite time not the wrong time, step up n say no more often, write down n remember everyones birthday n every other special day, train my dog to honour the newpaper, get a king size bed, do not make presents that i will regret giving away, geting my license last last year, not waste money on games, master the kongfu of shaving, confessing to the girl i likes for a long time, trusting ppl without a reason, not confessing to the wrong girl, buy chokichoki instead of mamee, being good at 1 thing at a time, bathe my god?, learn to write with my rite hand, burning the TV, kick the dog that attacked my dog when my dog attacked it =P, being there for my friends so that they do not change into someone else, stop hiding my money all around n forgeting it, learnning how to cook super nice food!, not being too nice to others such that they take me for granted, not slacking b4 exam, forgive n forget the ugly past, build a garden beside my house, geting a black dog, dying my hair dark purple n dark blue with gliter, grow a horn for the sick of knowing how it feels haha, to feel close to someone, do not take in outside animals like kittens etc etc, watch all the nice movies that i missed :(, NOT work in kumon!, find a deeper reason to live........ hmmm so manythings.. can't name them all but one thing i never regret... is when i make a joke n i see ppl laugh that is my moment that i'm glad i'm there. i wanna light up ur day ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-1732300920055632279?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/1732300920055632279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=1732300920055632279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1732300920055632279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1732300920055632279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-hoped-i-had-and-stuff-i-wished.html' title='the things i hoped i had and the stuff i wished i did...'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3zttnFbsbI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HueFJECXSU4/s72-c/2007091119215279450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-9116096961281813958</id><published>2008-01-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:36:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year~</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness i'm 19 this year goin gto b 20 soon its a 2digit number with the first number more then 1, not long from now i'll b 80 O.O" OH DEAR GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again if i could live up to 80 that would b nice... to hav 80 birthdays, 80 christmas, 80 new years, 80 chinese new years, etc etc... hope i'm that lucky ^^" let see, for once i'm out of jokes maybe its coz my mind is mature now..... Nah~ craziness is becoming my middle name, guess the wacky mind still functioning jus hav to put those tots in to words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind being a fool sometimes as long as i could light up your world. but off and on u might see the bitter side of me dun be supprice i could bite if i wan to! yes yes Sky isn't all sugar, chocolate and honey his also full of papaya and soya-source(watever that means) dun ever expect ppl to b wat u pic them! yawn nth better to type~ guy can't really write much on blogs like girls can ~.~' some times i envy them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ITS A NEW YEAR! HAPPY NEW YEAR! hopefully the chickens can fly alittle higher this year ^^ but not fly away if not no more KFC this year =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-9116096961281813958?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/9116096961281813958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=9116096961281813958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/9116096961281813958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/9116096961281813958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New year~'/><author><name>Alex</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-5530588793672653094.post-7744915970530864481</id><published>2007-12-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:31:09.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3fHwnFbsMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5Z0DV9ojmBE/s1600-h/thumb__00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3fHwnFbsMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5Z0DV9ojmBE/s200/thumb__00484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804336860868802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo~ time~ something i hate but want more of. in most cases when we speak of time the picture of a clock pops out~! rather its a grandfather clock or watch i dunno, it depends on individual. so wat clock r u having in ur mind rite now when i say TIME. hopefully its a clock n not a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie so today i'll talk about time something we all can't escape from. this pheonomina is very interesting. take a 1min to relax n clear ur mind... (great now u wasted a min of ur life) imagin wat will happen if that super free dude did not invented the clock! how do we know how old r we? count the white hairs? or the number of hair at other parts of the body? mayb judge by height or wrinkles  hmmmmmmmmmm i wonder ... lets see how old you wakakaka.. wonder if that time ppl bite their nails or not if not it might also b one of the ways to tell age! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to think about is since all ppl hav diferent life spend n diferent maturity, iszit safe to say that every 1 hav their own time? wow own time... now u can walk up to some1 n say "what time r u" instead of "whos your daddy" or "how are you". becoz of records of time date n etc ppl inten to make comparism example- at age 15 the aunty compare u with her son also age 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty: you see la my son soOoOoooOO tall, u see u!! so short u SLOW LAR~~~&lt;br /&gt;taitai: yah my god~ wats wrong with u~! u dunno grow? u wan work with santa iszit?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: good lord plz help u grow faster so that u can help me pull my white hairs.&lt;br /&gt;Great grandfather: wah!! (his last words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagin age 18 and now i'm all grown up even taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty: you see la son u soOoOoooOO fast for wat! u see him! taller then u... aiyoyo son ah son... slow and stady wins the race lar.. ur daddy never teach u ar!&lt;br /&gt;taitai: yah my god~ wats wrong with u~! u cannot grow any more? guess no 1 wanna work with santa...&lt;br /&gt;uncle: good lord plz dun let him touch my wig.&lt;br /&gt;Great grandfather: (still dead but judging from the mouth i think he was saying WAH all this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes its jus not ur time yet~ stay cool becoz YOUR TIME WILL COME!! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3fF93FbsLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pvZcCAWYWlE/s1600-h/s10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3fF93FbsLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pvZcCAWYWlE/s200/s10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802365470879922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7744915970530864481?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7744915970530864481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7744915970530864481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7744915970530864481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7744915970530864481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/time.html' title='Time!'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3fHwnFbsMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5Z0DV9ojmBE/s72-c/thumb__00484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4219434383225939478</id><published>2007-12-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:29:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why~ why.... internet.... why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3OMK3FbsKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zItU4eJ7n4Q/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2910.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3OMK3FbsKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zItU4eJ7n4Q/s200/MsgPlus_Img2910.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148612917227925666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it be true... i heard a news that the speed of internet will b slown if u used it too much. its unfair~ becoz my family and i had streamyx monthly payment so that we can enjoy unlimited access to the internet! but now its so slow i could fall asleep b4 the web page even loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what could b done!! call them? i'm thinking of it but wat if theres nth they can do my life is a living hell!!! then again living off my computer n internet isn't a life to being with hahaha might call them if the slowness gets to my nerves again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4219434383225939478?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4219434383225939478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4219434383225939478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4219434383225939478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4219434383225939478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-why-internet-why.html' title='Why~ why.... internet.... why...'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R3OMK3FbsKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zItU4eJ7n4Q/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img2910.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-4080505995268536181</id><published>2007-12-24T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:45:28.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value the small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29hFXFbsII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Leoqplwz9yI/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2489.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29hFXFbsII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Leoqplwz9yI/s200/MsgPlus_Img2489.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439643831808130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small things!! the ants~ is a small creature running around with 6legs trying to feed its coloney.the respect it gets normally from girls is... AH *squeesh*... ants r very noble creatures it also removes trash in the house, small stuff that might not be knowtis by us like another dead ant or a piece of fishmeat on the floor below the dinning table. if not for this ants the fish will turn smelly n will attract monsters~! now another small thing that we should all value which is small is our cells~! we should always behave n b at our best! this is becoz when u do somethign wrong and ur dad hits u at the butt and millions of innocent cells DIES!!! sob sob, cell r very useful for it completes us. so be nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29hr3FbsJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/McHPS2d2ALc/s1600-h/thumb__00379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29hr3FbsJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/McHPS2d2ALc/s200/thumb__00379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147440305256771730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other small things such as saying a simple thank you n sorry depending on the situation. this makes ppl look up to u n respect u, can also gain trust when ppl see how polite u r. sometimes its not knowtisable but this small things can also mean rather u get the girl of ur dreams or not muwahahaha! well i'm still looking for the rite gal myself but i guess it would b nice if she also value this small things (i meant my butt cells) "no hiting yah? hohohohoho"&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29g3XFbsHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HxrEPVVBXEs/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2393.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29g3XFbsHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HxrEPVVBXEs/s200/MsgPlus_Img2393.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439403313639538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-4080505995268536181?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/4080505995268536181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=4080505995268536181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4080505995268536181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/4080505995268536181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/value-small-things.html' title='Value the small things'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R29hFXFbsII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Leoqplwz9yI/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img2489.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-7952534279293378747</id><published>2007-12-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:16:09.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way a person is, changable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25cLXFbsFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/qu42ZqtrmPI/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2227.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25cLXFbsFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/qu42ZqtrmPI/s200/MsgPlus_Img2227.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147152774376173650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once awhile u'll b facing ppl that jus wouldn't admit their wrong, their so full of pride they dun care even if being right means losing a friend. How do u handle such person? well i dunno if any 1 knows seriously i'm going to b ur best friend hahaha. hardheaded ppl jus can't stand to b wrong its as if they will die if they admit defeat, however how can u convince that person to see how he/she is? i mean she won listen to reason do u think she will belif that she is being hard headed? there is a few ways that poped up in my mind, well other then pointing a gun at him/her to say "I am unreasonablely hardheaded" i guess it might help if u can get some 1 that that person admires to do it erm without the gun of cause. then again ppl that is so proud dun really look up to any1 they jus simply thinks their the queen of england or something. what to do,what to do.. i'm losing my mind, should i jus get on with my life without this type of ppl around? i pity them for they might not b given a chance to change mayb i should atleast try to talk to them besides avoiding them ain't solving my problem or does it hmmmmmmmmm &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25eSnFbsGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HfM3N9p9aO0/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0800.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25eSnFbsGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HfM3N9p9aO0/s200/MsgPlus_Img0800.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147155097953480802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-7952534279293378747?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/7952534279293378747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=7952534279293378747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7952534279293378747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/7952534279293378747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-person-is-changable.html' title='the way a person is, changable?'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25cLXFbsFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/qu42ZqtrmPI/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img2227.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-1930585341850229132</id><published>2007-12-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:34:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The few most important things in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25V43FbsEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2PBawRsoqNI/s1600-h/haha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25V43FbsEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2PBawRsoqNI/s200/haha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145859478827074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of my friends wondering how my sister looks like and always tot of her as someone very nice, hohohoho mayb its becoz i'm the brother which show such good disaplin n love!"(viewer's fall down)" eham... anyways well there she is with my dad overseas. my sis very smart person got her degree n stuff super envy and my dad very responsible father super envy also! sad to say they had always been misunderstood by ME! well but they r no doult one of the most rasional and wise ppl in my life. i thank you for everything and thanks to them i am who i am now~ ehem sounds like an insult knowing wat i am now is not really anything hahaha hopefully i could b successful in the future, that way that phase would acctually mean something &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25VjXFbsDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/I-Bk-hz-CbY/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img2360.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25VjXFbsDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/I-Bk-hz-CbY/s200/MsgPlus_Img2360.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145490111639602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-1930585341850229132?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/1930585341850229132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=1930585341850229132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1930585341850229132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/1930585341850229132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/few-most-important-things-in-my-life.html' title='The few most important things in my life'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25V43FbsEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2PBawRsoqNI/s72-c/haha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-8507199836100819784</id><published>2007-12-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:31:40.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something i came to realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25VGXFbsBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c4fPvUV-AYs/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img1893.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25VGXFbsBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c4fPvUV-AYs/s200/MsgPlus_Img1893.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147144991895433234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went basketball at around 3.30pm... sadly... somewhere near 4pm it started to rain... instead of going stright back home i remember a friend of mine talking about choikichoki and i suddenly hav the need to buy some hahaha well so i was stuck at the shop area waiting for the rain to stop with a pack of chokichoki.i then hide at the stairs n start to camp while eating chokichoki... chokichoki... rain.... chokichoki... rain... soon after i realize ppl passing by .... first person... second person.. atleast more then 10 ppl had pastby me then i realize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie~ assuming every1 that passed me is a right-hander, all the ppl that pass from the right side knowtis me and all from the lef didn't see me! now from this i made a conclusion... iszit possible that most ppl dun look stright when they r walking or do they try to look stright but only using the right eye? i knowtis alot of ppl hav a problem with their head alittle tilt and if u pay more attention right handers hav a biger right eye and left handers hav a bigger left eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically when we r a right hander the right side of our brain is more active cousing the right part of our body to b more active as well something like the right side is more dominant. so therefore we focus with our right eyes more too! when u use 1 eye more then the other eye there's an imbalance that is also why normally we hav different powers both right and left eyes. now since we focus more on our right eye and we r trying to see stright, this is what happens our head will tilt to the left inorder for the right eye to focus the middle and as for the left eye its jus roughly used to astimate distance. now now i'm jus making this up as i type but it does make sense. so next time u play hide n seek hide at the person's right side rather then the left =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25U23FbsAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/tqaaSe5bVz0/s1600-h/You+see.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25U23FbsAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/tqaaSe5bVz0/s400/You+see.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147144725607460866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-8507199836100819784?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/8507199836100819784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=8507199836100819784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8507199836100819784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/8507199836100819784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-i-came-to-realize.html' title='Something i came to realize'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25VGXFbsBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/c4fPvUV-AYs/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img1893.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530588793672653094.post-2991360201694369571</id><published>2007-12-21T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:27:14.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day this started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25UFXFbr_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9JPyZC1G_rk/s1600-h/s7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25UFXFbr_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9JPyZC1G_rk/s200/s7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147143875203936242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off! i'm drop dead bored hahaha well so i started to check out some friends blogs and some were very nice. so i jus tot hey i wanna do something like that instead of sitting all day at home pointing at my dog and yell "sit" i still dun think he understands. long story short i made a blog~ so yah this is my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25T0HFbr-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kw880aKii10/s1600-h/125803180l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25T0HFbr-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kw880aKii10/s200/125803180l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147143578851192802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now~ can u see that little girl, hard to belif but shes all grown up now! n she looks sooo sooo "vomit" i bet her dad is a photographer and her mom is a facial doctor or something to get that pic muwahahahahah! chil la~ jus joking, shes at US now a long way from where i'm from and also shes one of my friends that gave some commans on this blog. another great friend which is my god sister Lisa also help to point out that numb is a stupid song for this blog! yes all u linkin park fans GET HER!! but then she did say its quite nice... i guess its not the song but my blog that isn't good enuf for it. hmm if only i hav her pic shes very nice n shes from singapure but then.... beware she likes to scold me de &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25TJXFbr9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/RIyQiQY467M/s1600-h/s14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25TJXFbr9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/RIyQiQY467M/s200/s14.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147142844411785170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530588793672653094-2991360201694369571?l=x3lprage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/feeds/2991360201694369571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530588793672653094&amp;postID=2991360201694369571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2991360201694369571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530588793672653094/posts/default/2991360201694369571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x3lprage.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-this-started.html' title='The day this started'/><author><name>Alex</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://bp0.blogger.com/_KJWdnvfvD2c/R25UFXFbr_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9JPyZC1G_rk/s72-c/s7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
