<?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-7535689</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:20:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titan's Bloooooooog</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a typical guy next door~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-1706239743614067625</id><published>2009-06-12T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:08:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>Site Closed. Moved On.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-1706239743614067625?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/1706239743614067625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=1706239743614067625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1706239743614067625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1706239743614067625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-6792413657304270671</id><published>2008-10-12T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:23:36.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my love.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye my love. &lt;br /&gt;I still do think of you. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;when its dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;when the silence is deafening.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of why. of how. and of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;of whether was it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;of whether was it the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;of whether i should have kept on believing in us.&lt;br /&gt;for just a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;did i?&lt;br /&gt;or was it the memories.&lt;br /&gt;the sweet and wonderful memories we had for over a year together.&lt;br /&gt;life was a huge hectic while serving national service.&lt;br /&gt;i neglected you.&lt;br /&gt;was that the reason? or was that a poor excuse.&lt;br /&gt;as i looked back every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like a poor excuse.&lt;br /&gt;relationships after you werent as sweet or simple as we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they werent as accomodating as you.&lt;br /&gt;they werent as kind.&lt;br /&gt;they werent as loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say, you'll have to lose something before you know how to really treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;i loved, and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did we break up? &lt;br /&gt;was i moving thru life so fast, thinking of means and ways to make money, to become successful, to be sure that money wouldnt be an issue with my family?&lt;br /&gt;i felt you couldnt understand me.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say. &lt;br /&gt;i believe you felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been with several girls.&lt;br /&gt;too many it seems.&lt;br /&gt;you were the one and only i've decided to marry.&lt;br /&gt;that i really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our paths crossed again.&lt;br /&gt;will we be together again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trigger is all you need sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;For somethings to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post here. &lt;br /&gt;Signing off, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titan, 2:22am Oct 12th Saturday 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-6792413657304270671?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/6792413657304270671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=6792413657304270671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6792413657304270671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6792413657304270671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-my-love.html' title='Goodbye my love.'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8628192841353692386</id><published>2007-12-22T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:10:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year, I'm doing something special during X'mas! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending most of my friends a X'mas card! =D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, should be by hand, coz i can exercise at the same time.. so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've like.. quite a bit to send, and i have only 5 hours to do everything within a day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who've received the cards, hope you'll like it.. &lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those who didn't receive it, sry, lol.. coz i was really in a rush, if i asked for your address, means you mean something to me.. So be happy! haha, not everyone can get wan k..) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last X'mas I gave you my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8628192841353692386?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8628192841353692386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8628192841353692386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8628192841353692386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8628192841353692386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-year-im-doing-something-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4505410672868024620</id><published>2007-12-21T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:37:54.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight @ sentosa</title><content type='html'>Spent the holiday yesterday camping at sentosa with my old friend kai yang.. the experience was great.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on wednesday evening, it was already dark, and thats where we built our tent, by the siloso beach.. =D the beach volleyball enthusiast's corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked brunei combat rations with boiling water, yea we brought mass tins and solid fuel for cooking.. woooohooo.. and damn, their ration's so much nicer than ours.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camped at a distance away from cafe del moar, so there's like music in a faraway land every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slept.. Then woke up to find the sea so much closer to us, 2 metres from our door step.. HIGH TIDE.. WTF.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained, Shifted tent.. Tent was practically shaking due to the strong wind.. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned cloudy! and Beach-goers started to pop up! Its beach volleyball time! played with ky for a while before spotting two interesting girls.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up playing together.. yippie.. haha.. interesting day, fun.. made campbell chicken soup in the cold cold weather, and man, its pure enjoyment.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight @ Sentosa.. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone keen? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4505410672868024620?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4505410672868024620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4505410672868024620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4505410672868024620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4505410672868024620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/12/overnight-sentosa.html' title='Overnight @ sentosa'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-2233680668896509775</id><published>2007-12-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:33:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Operation C.W.A.L Commenced. &lt;br /&gt;0% Completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned for more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-2233680668896509775?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/2233680668896509775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=2233680668896509775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2233680668896509775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2233680668896509775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/12/operation-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-9107867439350799628</id><published>2007-12-04T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:15:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jugding from this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore.. my expected actions would be.. &lt;br /&gt;but if i used this actions at these times, the result might not be the optimum one..&lt;br /&gt;i mean i know that thats..&lt;br /&gt;but then.. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can try to..&lt;br /&gt;but the risk is higher..&lt;br /&gt;but if it works..&lt;br /&gt;the time taken would be shorter..&lt;br /&gt;taking into consideration that..&lt;br /&gt;i should be..&lt;br /&gt;but how can i put it across?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just do the old trick.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hope it works. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A pointless entry which no one understands. Congrats, u just wasted few seconds of your life reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-9107867439350799628?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/9107867439350799628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=9107867439350799628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/9107867439350799628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/9107867439350799628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/12/jugding-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-3897351817978929804</id><published>2007-11-29T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:25:09.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOLDIERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, We head towards the battle field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, And our blades will not break!&lt;br /&gt;*ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, And our hearts will not bend!&lt;br /&gt;*RAWR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the roads we take may be different, &lt;br /&gt;our iron hearts will beat as one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEAR, that even if the earth is torn asunder,&lt;br /&gt;we will live and return here once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a soldier? &lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to protect the people &amp; the things you love?&lt;br /&gt;Will you risk your very life to serve &amp; to protect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-3897351817978929804?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/3897351817978929804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=3897351817978929804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3897351817978929804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3897351817978929804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/soldiers-now-we-head-towards-battle.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-1527043402483620296</id><published>2007-11-28T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:00:46.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRENDSETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What six-letter word is missing from this sequence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT&lt;br /&gt;ROLE&lt;br /&gt;OCCIDENTAL&lt;br /&gt;DARE&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;SHADOW&lt;br /&gt;AMUSED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-1527043402483620296?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/1527043402483620296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=1527043402483620296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1527043402483620296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1527043402483620296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/trendsetter-what-six-letter-word-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4136586468581925496</id><published>2007-11-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:34:27.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ!</title><content type='html'>OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm gonna apply for a mensa test, its time to bug u al with some IQ questions!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post one IQ question per day.. I hope.. lol.. &amp; Let u people try out more about IQ &amp; Stuff! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here's one today! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALPHABET TICKLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away one of the letters in this grid and yet still leave all 26 letters of the alphabet. Which letter can be taken away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.puzz.com/lloyd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.puzz.com/lloyd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop your Answers in my TagBoard! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4136586468581925496?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4136586468581925496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4136586468581925496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4136586468581925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4136586468581925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-since-im-gonna-apply-for-mensa-test.html' title='IQ!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-1147858197368302825</id><published>2007-11-26T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:55:31.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; old friend..</title><content type='html'>Met up with my old old old friend last week..&lt;br /&gt;whom last time i met her was when i was in j2 @ the nyjc J1 orientation camp back when i was still an OGL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asking people out for zoukout.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; amist everyone,  an old friend replied to asked how i am doing.. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out, she's working at china town also.. &lt;br /&gt;^^ So it was lunch with the pretty lady that afternoon.. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; turns out, she's resigning her job, and wun be around in 2 weeks.. =(&lt;br /&gt;but however! she's becoming an air stewardess! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. pretty gal eh? lol.. u bet she is.. =D~&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Talked like we've been friends for ages.. &lt;br /&gt;Japan Airlines.. &amp; heard of interview for stewardess is tough.. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-1147858197368302825?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/1147858197368302825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=1147858197368302825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1147858197368302825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1147858197368302825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-friend.html' title='&amp; old friend..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-3769193672497770854</id><published>2007-11-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:41:01.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizzare Love Triangle~</title><content type='html'>Wonderful song, saw Ms Dingding's nick and remembered this song.. Time to share! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8761GrLl8gU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8761GrLl8gU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;While every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine, and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-3769193672497770854?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/3769193672497770854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=3769193672497770854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3769193672497770854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3769193672497770854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/bizzare-love-triangle.html' title='Bizzare Love Triangle~'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-7622636139641134110</id><published>2007-11-20T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:51:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie~</title><content type='html'>Ok~ its after office hours, i am still in my office.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;cho bo~ amazing right.. lol.. monitoring forex la actually.. got the hang of it, and major news coming out, might secure a $200 profit or prevent a $50 loss, so why not? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways uploaded images from my phone! lets check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6knY9MfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_fXijihlLAI/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6knY9MfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_fXijihlLAI/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134871663367500274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma~, hungry.. T_T.. got thing eat not?"&lt;br /&gt;"okok u wait u wait"&lt;br /&gt;*I start up a dota game*&lt;br /&gt;*nah, like that enough not?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fainted*&lt;br /&gt;Mothers make people fat.. &lt;br /&gt;*muackz* i love my mum.. &lt;br /&gt;Feeeeeeeeeed meeeeeee~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;*Yes i finished it all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6knY9MgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iBb275EA9RY/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6knY9MgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iBb275EA9RY/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134871663367500290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty not? Next Ms Singapore.. Got chance show u nicer pic, my phone cannot take in the dark de.. T_T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6k3Y9MhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/467_EY-pERw/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6k3Y9MhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/467_EY-pERw/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134871667662467602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, everyone's taking picture in lifts. I cannot lose out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6k3Y9MiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A4VJnLebBMI/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6k3Y9MiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A4VJnLebBMI/s400/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134871667662467618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;self-declared&lt;/s&gt; life-guard on duty.&lt;br /&gt;"OEI BOY! NO SWIMMING!"&lt;br /&gt;"MISS!! OEI MISS!! PLEASE PUT ON UR BIKINI!!!!" (I heard a "ya right.." going thru ur head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6lHY9MjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4r0OhOH40Ak/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6lHY9MjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4r0OhOH40Ak/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134871671957434930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach.&lt;br /&gt;The Sun &amp; Sand.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Volley Balls.&lt;br /&gt;The Bikinis. &lt;br /&gt;The Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uHY9MkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SHbO46FxKNQ/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uHY9MkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SHbO46FxKNQ/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134874025599513154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls who agreed to share the shelter with us.. lol.. doing some forfeit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uHY9MlI/AAAAAAAAABE/EoGL7HCVrW4/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uHY9MlI/AAAAAAAAABE/EoGL7HCVrW4/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134874025599513170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC TABLE TENNIS! *ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uXY9MmI/AAAAAAAAABM/q9Xo6Bc471U/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K8uXY9MmI/AAAAAAAAABM/q9Xo6Bc471U/s400/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134874029894480482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;My ass looks sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats all! check out my more exciting entry below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-7622636139641134110?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/7622636139641134110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=7622636139641134110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7622636139641134110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7622636139641134110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/yippie.html' title='Yippie~'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0K6knY9MfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_fXijihlLAI/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8870628710668082597</id><published>2007-11-20T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:51:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG~~~~ $_$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0KtdnY9MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/19Ib03jLRO4/s1600-h/Trading+with+Profits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0KtdnY9MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/19Ib03jLRO4/s320/Trading+with+Profits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134857249457254882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ So excited la!&lt;br /&gt;Today came back into office after closing a deal with my client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My tagboard is up, u will tag*&lt;br /&gt;*You will tag*&lt;br /&gt;*you will tag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets talk about business first.&lt;br /&gt;I CLOSED A DEAL!!! weeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;1 deal a week for now, will meet up with a client from last week, if closed.. then if everything goes well, i next few months, earn big bucks liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now for the real news.. talking about earning big bucks.. the picture above, is my real-time real money forex trading experience.. I did a long on GBP, meaning i bought british pound against the dollar, and? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u look at the bottom left, the Usd Mr, meaning used margin, i used US$50 to buy a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then look beside, the Day P/L, which is the profit and loss, its at +133, meaning with my $50 margin used, i am in profit of $133! can u believe that! I changed my stop loss already, to lock in my profits, so that if the market goes down, i will confirm plus chop get at least $100, u can see my "Stop" column under my "Open Positions" on the right side.. that show's my profit and loss also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, i am expecting GBP/USD to raise even further due to a talk which is gonna be held at 7.30pm tonight, studying trends which the market moves with a talk is being held, i've found that most currencies will appreciate when the speaker is from their country talking about their own curerency, so today when the REP of Bank of England speaks, i can expect a sharp rise in the GBP against the USD.. kewl isnt it? that's more than 200% return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVer at the bottom left u can also see my "Equity" value, meaning how much money i have.. in short, i am still making a loss due to the previous few bad attempts in forex when i am green, but i am seeing consistent profits coming in nowadays due to being "not-so-green" and being able to follow market trends.. So, thats cool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im playin a mini account now, when time's right, i'll upgrade to a standard account, where 1 pip is $10.. meaning instead of 133$, i would be in $1330 profit right now.. pretty good isnt it? I love forex, i am gonna master it.. And if i excel and become super profitable in it.. You, the one reading this blog, come find me, i'll give u a treat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if u wanna learn, do feel free to ask me.. =) &lt;br /&gt;Coz thats what I do..&lt;br /&gt;be it in my job as a business consultant.&lt;br /&gt;or my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I enjoy doing so. *muackz* love ya guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeap, i am at work now..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeap, i am trading forex at work..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeap, bosses dun really care what u do so long as u bring in the money.&lt;br /&gt;I bring in the revenue, i bring in the sales, i bring in $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that my friend. U cant beat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person with the dollar speaks louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, now i have finished typing my post, i switched to my screen on forex, i'm at 141.50 profit.. thats a... 280% profit? tsk tsk.. i love myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can use this intel for my upcoming mensa exam.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 98PERCENTILE IQ SOCIETY HERE I COME! lol..&lt;br /&gt;Dun hao lian, later fail.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~ Xmas is coming, I am single &amp; available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single females are encouraged to email to titan_lyy@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;to request for an application form to ask me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited slots available, dun hesitate. &lt;br /&gt;Note: Sexual services not included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;U can request for it at additional costs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tag tag tag*&lt;br /&gt;*my tag board is up* taggggggggggg~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8870628710668082597?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8870628710668082597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8870628710668082597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8870628710668082597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8870628710668082597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG~~~~ $_$'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyu72QQN3Ec/R0KtdnY9MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/19Ib03jLRO4/s72-c/Trading+with+Profits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8359050659838838749</id><published>2007-11-16T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:35:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱了就算</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X9tDZDNfRk&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X9tDZDNfRk&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8359050659838838749?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8359050659838838749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8359050659838838749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8359050659838838749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8359050659838838749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_16.html' title='爱了就算'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-1046904355770917074</id><published>2007-11-13T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:44:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, and i am at work now, i have my own table, my own office key, my own internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i do when i get into the office in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch anime while eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink the water chestnut drink i buy everyday while eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read a lil bit of newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thinks i've got alot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mistaken that i have alot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;7. Continue to play msn, surf fster, trade forex. &lt;br /&gt;8. Yes, i trade forex at work.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make a feel calls to potential clients. Make a few appointments.&lt;br /&gt;10. Its Lunchtime!&lt;br /&gt;11. Go toilet, button up shirt, put on a tie, look professional. &lt;br /&gt;12. Meet client. &lt;br /&gt;13. Hope a close a deal.&lt;br /&gt;14. Go back office to continue slacking like now.&lt;br /&gt;14 Alt. Go back home and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;15. Eat Bean curd to celebrate. (what i am doing now)&lt;br /&gt;16. Blog about it (What i am doing now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough job.. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Boredom in the office kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-1046904355770917074?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/1046904355770917074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=1046904355770917074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1046904355770917074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1046904355770917074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yes-and-i-am-at-work-now-i-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-7539155511366133925</id><published>2007-11-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:48:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd day at work.&lt;br /&gt;Met a client.&lt;br /&gt;Closed a deal.&lt;br /&gt;Generated at least 15k for my company.&lt;br /&gt;Earned at least $400 Commision for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. &lt;br /&gt;Commision.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;Only get 1month+ later.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work aside..&lt;br /&gt;Ah... lalalalala.. &lt;br /&gt;You know, life's damn funny..&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. i have been to the point where..&lt;br /&gt;ahem how should i put it.. &lt;br /&gt;ok here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a knife, u cut urself. &lt;br /&gt;U feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;Then u cut urself at the same spot again.&lt;br /&gt;You feel even more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then u cut it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;What do u feel now..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats bad. &lt;br /&gt;I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ur luck is down, u know.&lt;br /&gt;Its down, things dun go ur way.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING goes ur way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that bad when i heard some news yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Coz this kinda thing, can only happen in movies.. &lt;br /&gt;its really that unbelievable.. &lt;br /&gt;Cant really explain, but its really funny, that at that moment, i saw the sms in my phone, i broke down laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I think i am crazy, or maybe i've went beyond that and came back and immortal. &lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;Absolutely wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch, Slap it in the face &amp; move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They asked me why i drink so much.&lt;br /&gt;"It helps me get to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;They asked me why i smoke.&lt;br /&gt;"It helps m not think of anything, for 5 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;But you're killng ur health.&lt;br /&gt;"You've no idea how much that 5 minutes means to me"&lt;br /&gt;"you have no idea."&lt;br /&gt;"nobody does."&lt;br /&gt;"nobody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-7539155511366133925?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/7539155511366133925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=7539155511366133925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7539155511366133925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7539155511366133925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8734431840580001720</id><published>2007-11-11T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:58:35.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>总觉得生命中突然少了一些什么&lt;br /&gt;却一直想不起来&lt;br /&gt;好像屋子里的某个位置&lt;br /&gt;忘了那里曾经访过什么东西&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好像你只是暂时地离家出走 不知哪一天 就会回家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8734431840580001720?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8734431840580001720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8734431840580001720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8734431840580001720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8734431840580001720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8465325182513537406</id><published>2007-11-08T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:27:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6.22am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home.&lt;br /&gt;Went clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Night.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly died on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;Happily. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to my good friend going to taiwan. Better get me what i want back. &lt;br /&gt;Item is not identified, 4 mature readers only. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queue up ladies.. dun push &amp; wait for ur turn.. ^_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8465325182513537406?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8465325182513537406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8465325182513537406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8465325182513537406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8465325182513537406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/6.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-2621840347604662768</id><published>2007-11-07T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:18:48.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working~ lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;But i am blogging~ lalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;EXcellent mood today.. lalallaa.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-2621840347604662768?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/2621840347604662768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=2621840347604662768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2621840347604662768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2621840347604662768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-working-lalalalalala-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-862925269072329017</id><published>2007-11-06T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:57:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It never rains but it pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can't get any worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cze for coming out to pei me.. Haha.. ^_-.. &lt;br /&gt;Felt better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its nice to know. Someone you know. Cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-862925269072329017?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/862925269072329017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=862925269072329017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/862925269072329017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/862925269072329017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-never-rains-but-it-pours.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-2273071482886818588</id><published>2007-11-04T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:59:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forgottened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a quote somewhere today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats all you needed to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-2273071482886818588?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/2273071482886818588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=2273071482886818588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2273071482886818588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2273071482886818588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgottened.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5285968689410438252</id><published>2007-11-02T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:57:02.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafia Lessons on Life &amp; Power</title><content type='html'>To build a great house, you need a strong foundation upon which to assemble all the other pretty things. To build a great man, you also need a solid foundation upon which to add all the other little things that set the real men apart from the stronzos -- let's not piss around, the stuff inside matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few years of writing this little column, I've learned that too many men &lt;br /&gt;have no foundation, no basis on which to build the principles I teach. There are many ways to define a man, and different people have different definitions, so I'm going to skip all that crap and tell you the only thing you need to know: My way is the correct way and that's it, that's all. Capisce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real man reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't agree, go read the column of some guy from Arkansas who thinks owning a pickup truck is what defines a man. You'll see how far you get with his advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #1: A real man is strong&lt;br /&gt;A real man doesn't cry, doesn't moan, doesn't complain, doesn't get sick, and doesn't need to go to the doctor every time he sneezes. A real man makes decisions and lives with the consequences. A real man accepts responsibility for his actions and his words. A real man is firm. If life is a b*tch, a real man will slap it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real man is macho; a real man is tough; a real man doesn't show emotions. A real man is the backbone of his family and doesn't have time to be weak. If spiders scare you, you'll never be a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #2: A real man is focused&lt;br /&gt;A real man knows the difference between what's important and what isn't. A real man doesn't waste time on stupidities that don't bring him any profit. Sure, there are things you can do as a hobby -- I like to shoot ducks -- but it must have a purpose. The purpose of my hobby is to improve my aim, and I don't have to tell you whether or not that's a useful thing in my line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real man focuses on power, money and family. He doesn't focus on sex. Sex comes as a result of having power, money and a wife (and if she doesn't satisfy you, there are plenty of other women who will, especially when you are powerful and rich).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #3: A real man knows the importance of family&lt;br /&gt;A real man will keep his family strong and pass on his ancestors' history and traditions. A real man knows that his children are God's gift and should be treated as such, even if he disciplines them from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real man must also remember his other Family, his organization. In my world, both my family and my Family hold the same importance; I protect them both with all my might. If you have a Family, don't forget where your loyalties lie and who has your back when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #4: A real man doesn't gossip&lt;br /&gt;A real man keeps his mouth shut. He shelters information and rations his words. A real man does not reveal more than he has to and doesn't engage in girlie talk about others. A real man doesn't discuss things he doesn't know about or people he has never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #5: A real man's word is his bond&lt;br /&gt;When a real man makes a promise, he keeps it. If he can't keep a promise, he doesn't give his word. A real man would rather die than break his word. A real man knows that his words are as powerful as his actions, and that they must be taken at face value. That is why he rations them (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #6: A real man strives to be a role model&lt;br /&gt;A real man respects himself and others at all times, unless, of course, he has been disrespected. A real man sets an example for his disciples, and especially for his children. I never bring my work home, so my children only know me as their father and not as a waste management executive. You should do the same; a real man sets the tone for his children and keeps them from discovering that he has weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #7: A real man makes his own fortune&lt;br /&gt;A real man doesn't settle for handouts or charity when it comes to his personal fortune. A real man isn't satisfied with papa's money. He spits on Lady Luck and decides his own destiny. A real man who inherits goods from his forefathers takes his inheritance and turns it into 10 times what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #8: A real man doesn't look like a woman&lt;br /&gt;A real man doesn't have piercings and long hair, and he doesn't shave his chest. Manicures, however, are acceptable. Massages from female attendants are also tolerated. A real man knows that, outside of his barber, all his personal hygiene needs must be taken care of by a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real man has at least three suits (with a mandatory pinstriped one) that cost more than a roomful of escorts. A real man wears a suit at least three times a week. Any man who doesn't know how to tie a tie should hand in his testicoli immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #9: A real man keeps his house in order&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been inside the boss’ house? There ain’t no pizza boxes sitting around, there ain’t no undershirts on the floor, and there sure as hell ain’t no unpaid bills being used as beer coasters. No ruler can rule over a territory if he isn’t already the master of his own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means you lazy pinheads out there need to stop using machismo as an excuse to live like a bottom-feeder; keep your sty spotless, keep your documents in order and -- listen up on this one -- clean your freaking suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait #10: A real man can defend himself&lt;br /&gt;You know what’s missing in the world today? Leaders who have had to fight their way to the top. No joking, look at the head of any business that’s circling the toilet bowl, and I’ll show you a boss whose parents' power and money kept him from ever learning things the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every successful capo has been on the wrong end of a beatdown -- be it with words or be it with a set of A. Testonis. But those future capos got up again and again, until they knew how to stand their ground… and that, my students, is when you can start to climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lesson over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you learned here today, class? You learned that you have a lot of homework to do before you can call yourself a real man. A real man is the essence of manhood because, by definition, he has achieved the pinnacle of his role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? That was me trying to be a smartass. Here's a bonus trait: A real man keeps it simple. If you know big words, use them rarely and appropriately, at least in front of morons who think they're smarter than you. Remember, the stuff inside matters most. Lesson over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5285968689410438252?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5285968689410438252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5285968689410438252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5285968689410438252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5285968689410438252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/11/mafia-lessons-on-life-power.html' title='Mafia Lessons on Life &amp; Power'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5589656815997794664</id><published>2007-10-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:49:13.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd Day in Forex Trading..</title><content type='html'>Well today was my Day  in forex trading.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice experience.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;I made a nice profit in the afternoon trading a news on the German's unemployment rate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US$35 profit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now 10:40pm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just MADE A FREAKING US$36 LOSS!!! AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. coz of normal slippage issues, as the volume of buying is very high, u couldnt get into the price u want, so the broker will put u at the next best possible price..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Forex, when the news is out, the price can FLY tens of PIPS(price index points) within seconds.. 1pip=US$1-100.. Depending on how many lots u go into.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trade was made with GBP/USD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trading on the news of US Consumer Confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measures the mood of consumers in regard to economic conditions. The reading is derived from a monthly survey that asks respondents to evaluate the prospects for the economy in the future. Higher readings point to higher consumer optimism. When consumers are optimistic they tend to purchase more goods and services, which stimulates the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out 95.6 which was lower than last months and lower than forcasted.. Therefore, USD currency strength should fall, GBP will Rise against USD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i bought 2 Mini Lots GBP = USD20k in value..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price moved so fast that when i successfully entered the trade, i was at the TOP of the spike! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it zoomed down, my stop loss was initiated.. =X crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a pretty hefty loss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT at the same time, my trade of USD/JPY, came thru without any problems, and so far, it is able to counter the Loss i made with the GBP/USD pair.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I am not making a loss.. coz my USD/JPY's profit is covering for my Losses.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And overall today, is still a profit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... phew... &amp;.. I learnt something about trading the news.. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5589656815997794664?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5589656815997794664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5589656815997794664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5589656815997794664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5589656815997794664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-2nd-day-in-forex-trading.html' title='My 2nd Day in Forex Trading..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4992287775590763140</id><published>2007-10-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:35:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heated argument with my dad today.&lt;br /&gt;It was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling today, I got injured.&lt;br /&gt;It was bad.&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;I was really. Really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;Bad day today. &lt;br /&gt;I hate mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'd think, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe its myself that beautified things.&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't really as smooth as i tot it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4992287775590763140?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4992287775590763140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4992287775590763140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4992287775590763140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4992287775590763140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-2852752099960450238</id><published>2007-10-19T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:38:12.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53542306</title><content type='html'>53542306&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tired... T_T..&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 12 yesterday, it feels like i didnt sleep at all.. &lt;br /&gt;Hiak hiak.. ^^..&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time.. Zzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-2852752099960450238?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/2852752099960450238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=2852752099960450238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2852752099960450238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/2852752099960450238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/53542306.html' title='53542306'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8211110308493641670</id><published>2007-10-11T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:44:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o~!</title><content type='html'>Saw this on my friendster bulletin board..&lt;br /&gt;Its titled "The art of flirting".. Well, hope it helps some people out there.. &lt;br /&gt;Minor additions to my bag of tricks.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:I f you want to hold his&lt;br /&gt;hand, gently bump&lt;br /&gt;into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Grab it if it happens more than&lt;br /&gt;once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with&lt;br /&gt;him,&lt;br /&gt;tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl s : During a movie, if he puts his&lt;br /&gt;arm&lt;br /&gt;around you, tilt your head on his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder&lt;br /&gt;G uys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovi ng each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;loo k deep into her eyes, give her a&lt;br /&gt;peck on&lt;br /&gt;the lips, and&lt;br /&gt;tell her you love her too... And mean&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;star s, put your head on his chest and&lt;br /&gt;close your&lt;br /&gt;eyes as you listen to his steady heart&lt;br /&gt;beat&lt;br /&gt;Guy s : Whisper in her ear and link your&lt;br /&gt;hands with&lt;br /&gt;hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8211110308493641670?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8211110308493641670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8211110308493641670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8211110308493641670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8211110308493641670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/oo.html' title='O_o~!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-6942614144076813412</id><published>2007-10-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:39:00.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I found the love that I knew I would miss&lt;br /&gt;But now she's gone, even though I hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;I lost my love, my life that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-6942614144076813412?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/6942614144076813412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=6942614144076813412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6942614144076813412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6942614144076813412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-held-her-close-i-kissed-her-our-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5582113646569608741</id><published>2007-10-07T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:12:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unforgettable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unforgettable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;@ sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5582113646569608741?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5582113646569608741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5582113646569608741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5582113646569608741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5582113646569608741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/07/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5913950724787377229</id><published>2007-10-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:16:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute test, Check it out...</title><content type='html'>http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5913950724787377229?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5913950724787377229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5913950724787377229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5913950724787377229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5913950724787377229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute-test-check-it-out.html' title='Cute test, Check it out...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-8954087363861455276</id><published>2007-06-25T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:48:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...</title><content type='html'>=), ORD exercise is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, meaning this is the last out-field in my entire army life, from now on i'll be busy with NDP stuff liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) What am i doing? well, i'm in charge of the human traffic &amp; crowd control side.. Meaning, i get to stand at the gates and check out the babes and girls going in, out &amp; passing by... =D~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bringing primary school kids to the previews and all, primary 5 mostly... hmmmm... One school will be CHIJ (Our lady of Good Council) &amp; Guangyang Primary School..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 3 books previously, costs me about S$80 =X... &lt;br /&gt;Then 1 book yesterday and it costs me about S$25.. found a bit of passion for reading... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT its generally business books.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... have a dream... I want to be able to afford a car, by the time i enter university.. target? 100k.. From Nov to AUG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems impossible, but, ain't that the fun part? I estimate about 10k per month... =X.. Scary... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its kinda hard to work sometimes when there're more than 6 different types of voice within you talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-8954087363861455276?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/8954087363861455276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=8954087363861455276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8954087363861455276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/8954087363861455276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah.html' title='Ah...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-3146620879562896037</id><published>2007-06-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:14:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooooo~!</title><content type='html'>Ah! Long since i blogged! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening week i had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long lost friend lawrence came back from the states, so we decided to pick him up at the airport, stayed over at his house, and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 GUYS FINISHED 1 BOTTLE OF VODKA! WOOOOOOOOO~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super drunk, Super hangover next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next best thing, went orchard, saw a girl whose skirt was as if it wasnt there, great figure, nice looks... Damn... Nose-bled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, wedding dinner.. Drunk again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights in a row.. Feels crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got something heavy off my chest, feels pretty good.. YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's time to get back to my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned back at y-ideas.net.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna change to a different site for my projects and business soon, so do update your address bar alrights? will inform when i'm shifting... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major exercise coming up on the 11th June, its gonna be my ORD exercise, coz after that, i've got really nothing much to do, and no more exercise!!!! TILL I ORD!!! WOOOOOOOOO~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the exercise's over, its NDP time! Collaborating with universities + secondary + primary schools.. !!! O_o at ... hur hur~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then do nothing after sept, and then! ROT IN CAMP TILL I ORD!!! COZ SEPT THE NEW SECTION COMMANDERS will take over this OLD Section Commander LYY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do after ORD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle business stuff&lt;br /&gt;Learn Jap Language&lt;br /&gt;Learn Korean Language&lt;br /&gt;Learn Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Start on Stocks&lt;br /&gt;Attend a course.. [ Damn ex... =(, Sponsors anyone? ] &lt;br /&gt;Many Many More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooo~ Oh happy day, oh happy life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-3146620879562896037?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/3146620879562896037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=3146620879562896037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3146620879562896037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3146620879562896037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/06/woooooooo.html' title='Woooooooo~!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-3254893830907659864</id><published>2007-05-29T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:01:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to myself</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-3254893830907659864?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/3254893830907659864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=3254893830907659864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3254893830907659864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3254893830907659864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='happy birthday to myself'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-6931416077301039988</id><published>2007-05-22T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:04:35.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; then you asked..</title><content type='html'>&amp; then you asked yourself, am I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy now? &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with what you are doing now, where you are in life &amp; who you are now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you really happy? or are you happy? &lt;br /&gt;then comes the question of what is happy, what contributes to happiness &amp; defines it, what does it comprises of and what would be the outcome of feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have walked the path of life &amp; lived thus far, &amp; what are you doing at this point of time, is it practical? is it necessary? is it the only way out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you happy with who you are today, of all that you have achieved &amp; all that in the course of your life, of your existence and your being, of what you have molded yourself to be to come so far this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, have you really achieved anything so far?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you one of the best at what you're most inclined in? at what you are good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, are you good at anything? Can you name any at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you tell yourself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, this is my plan, i shall follow my plan &amp; everything will work out fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right, i shall do this now, &amp; I'll see what happens next before i decide again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your future? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you tell me, who knows the future? &lt;br /&gt;So do you tell me, i can't do much, the future's gonna be what's its gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then you tell me, if its meant to be then, its meant to be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decides the future anyway? Do you know the answer? Do you have a choice? &amp; will you be the one who makes the choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your plan doesn't go according to what u intended, what if, when life makes the next step, its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;checkmate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you are brought out of your comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then they say, there's a billion &amp; one of "what if"s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say what the future holds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate decides it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when that day comes, when life puts you down, what do you do, how will you react..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what can you do, &amp; how can you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asks me, time &amp; again what is life. The meaning of life, the very meaning of existence.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth, Education, Career, Marriage &amp; Parenthood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;'s the same for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;'s different for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what you do in between..&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what you do not in between..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans value life, simply because we have a limited amount of time..&lt;br /&gt;People value life, simply because we have a limited amount of time..&lt;br /&gt;Imbeciles detests life, simply because we have a limited amount of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is constant.&lt;br /&gt;Action is the variable.&lt;br /&gt;Death is the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would be your product upon death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edirp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-6931416077301039988?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/6931416077301039988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=6931416077301039988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6931416077301039988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/6931416077301039988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/then-you-asked.html' title='&amp; then you asked..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5361927338496634371</id><published>2007-05-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:40:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, Commander...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i got down to play C&amp;C3 multiplayer online, its pretty cool, very fun and challenging to play against human players, some are very sly... ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my worldwide rank was 61,000 something! =O~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak, now working my way up, currently its at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank 3664 liao... *hope can get better* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my ranking persona! &lt;a href="http://www.commandandconquer.com/my_profile/my_cc3_profile/Persona.aspx?PID=98568134"&gt;Click HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Lalalalla~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5361927338496634371?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5361927338496634371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5361927338496634371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5361927338496634371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5361927338496634371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-back-commander.html' title='Welcome back, Commander...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5875161310149013185</id><published>2007-05-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:15:56.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found it...</title><content type='html'>Have u ever lost something important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the feeling of looking for something, over and over again, with the thought of losing that something special rousing into your mind time &amp; time again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something important that you'd break down if u lose it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if this may seem familiar, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the one to be able to find it eventually? &lt;br /&gt;or having to lose it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've finally found it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5875161310149013185?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5875161310149013185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5875161310149013185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5875161310149013185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5875161310149013185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/found-it.html' title='Found it...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4757538326722826975</id><published>2007-05-06T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:48:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call...</title><content type='html'>Wake up yy&lt;br /&gt;Wake up lyy&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Titan&lt;br /&gt;Wake up y-square&lt;br /&gt;Wake up yun yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i've been in a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said enough &amp; over-did somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally woke up, felt stupid &amp; silly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to change, not gonna change.. Said &amp; done, said &amp; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its best if i left u alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4757538326722826975?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4757538326722826975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4757538326722826975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4757538326722826975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4757538326722826975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4129758745241849810</id><published>2007-05-05T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:18:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICCT~</title><content type='html'>Past week was pretty slack in camp, can sleep till almost 10pm everyday... =X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday only had ICCT, Intermediate Close Combat Training.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprained my wrist during the training the other day, swelled super big, and was in pain the entire night until cannot sleep... =( entire night of pain.. oh my god... ~_~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was grading, meaning the test for the ICCT already, endured the pain and took the test, miraculously, i passed! =D Glad i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hope you weren't too tired to listen to what i said.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special phrase from someone special... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be happy with what you have, 不要贪，也不能爱得太多，爱太多就变成执著，一执著就想占有，爱就变苦了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4129758745241849810?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4129758745241849810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4129758745241849810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4129758745241849810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4129758745241849810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/icct.html' title='ICCT~'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-219299281252835531</id><published>2007-05-01T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:46:12.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anon...</title><content type='html'>Met up with a very old friend yesterday, known each other for quite long le bah.. 10 years? haha.. Its been long since we actually talked, about.. 6.5 years bah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, went out, and just plain talked for 5 hours, 5 whole hours of just talking, haha.. its been a while since i am able to talk for so long to someone.. Its nice talking to people who you know wouldn't put on mask on their face when talking to you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really wonderful, coz we shared the same interest! Business! =D &lt;br /&gt;Its a totally different feeling to talk to someone who shares she same interest with u, and all the while, you've been wanting to tell someone, maybe just anyone about something new u know, but sometimes, no one's interested to know anyway, no one wants to hear, there's no one at all.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was really heartening when someone listens and is also interested! =D &lt;br /&gt;Had a great day.. but drank Cuppucino.. ~_~.. Couldnt sleep till 7am... today..&lt;br /&gt;Was gaming all the while, C&amp;C3.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kana scolded by dad till quite cham... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 4 the wonderful day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;好像你只是暂时地离家出走 不知哪一天 就会回家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-219299281252835531?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/219299281252835531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=219299281252835531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/219299281252835531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/219299281252835531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/05/met-up-with-very-old-friend-yesterday.html' title='Anon...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-1564859240625308846</id><published>2007-04-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:23:35.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh... =D</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a heavy heart today... ~_~.. Then stared at my comp &amp; game a lil.. Till i can't anymore.. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided, yes, its time i cycled. Since i needed air, and wooooooooooo!!!! It was great, my bike, my bag &amp; me! use to blog alot about cycling, and today! i shall do the same, but with pictures!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the trip was pretty enjoyable, seems like i haven't been out for a while.. &amp; it feels great to be cycling again.. =) Went out to get something from someone online @ hougang area.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by a small mall to get some food and sat down somewhere in hougang &amp;... ate...&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few kids whizzing pass me while i was eating.. *flashback* reminds me of the days when i was still a small kid.. whizzing downstairs with other kids around the blocks.. ah, those were the days, i was like the head coz my bike was bigger &amp; i could ride faster! ^^ i was using a BMX k!!! its like a BMW of cars! then everone was like wow-ing over my bike... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0920resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whizz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, travelled down YCK road... &amp; sat down at a playground somewhere along catus drive... Check their ground... so kewl la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0922resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0923resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0924resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0921resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Just super curious if the guy that laid this is trying to play a joke, some heart so fat! some like mal-nutritioned... ~_~... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water break's over, so i carried on speeding on my bike like i always do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... i... slowed down.. to... a... stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;... =D~ @ a bus stop poster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0925resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fastforward till 30min ago...*&lt;br /&gt;on my sofa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0935resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak hiak... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm fascinated is that they gave a nice card, that has alot of things in it!!! scissors la, pen la, screwdriver la... omg, so cool... T_T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went back to amk central, met up with ky, happy birthday dude... i love u man... muackz.. &lt;br /&gt;Saw phei cze + jaq also... &amp; i DRAGGED then all to buy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0929resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^~$79~^ Fly away... but its worth it... ^^ It came with a bad, t-shirt, + a tag! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O~!!!! Ain't it cool!!! Mouse pad container so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0931resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fit this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0932resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse looks mousey!! Gone are the days where u think, "Man... i need to get a bigger mousepad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0933resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, open up look like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0934resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^... Played a few campaign missions, pretty nice! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^, pretty much today went well, just ate subway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SUBWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But =(... Just heard from a close friend that she and her bf broke up le.. Sighx.. Just now when we walked back home, u still said you guys were fine, then now... =(.. Cheer up rights? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News (less than 1 min ago b4 i submit this post. &lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day... by van via msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;van says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lau i cant cry anymore man i really cried enough&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break up season... ~_~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0919resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Like you said, everyone around us is like switching roles on the world's stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-1564859240625308846?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/1564859240625308846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=1564859240625308846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1564859240625308846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/1564859240625308846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahhhh-d.html' title='Ahhhh... =D'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-4789774961703273246</id><published>2007-04-29T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:45:20.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling! ^_^</title><content type='html'>Cycling! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-4789774961703273246?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/4789774961703273246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=4789774961703273246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4789774961703273246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/4789774961703273246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/cycling.html' title='Cycling! ^_^'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-339418667123399977</id><published>2007-04-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:45:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYJC's 30th Anniversary! =D</title><content type='html'>***Added new mp3 at my mp3 player, new mp3s are added to top of the playlists! Do check out Mika - Grace Kelly, i can sing that high too! =D been irritating my mother with it.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been back to nyjc! met so many old friends! haha.. it was pretty fun with all the games and all.. met up with my ex-classmates &amp; friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think i am taking up photography as a interest le, pretty fun, and mabe i'll make this a photoblog... =p.. &amp; it helps to take my mind of things too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures pictures! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with my ex-classmates! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0902resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My standard Raffles pose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute lo!!! Aiyo!!!! See le faster take my digicam shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0903resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ready!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0905resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so we walked, and walked and played many more games... heh, went to the hall to listen to some boring speech by someone and choir sing... Ah... it brings back many memories when they sang the school song.. ^_^.. Like a graceful palmtree... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally... it was time to eat! I tell u man, it was the biggest event ever!!!! Food was fantastic! i had my dinner there! =p... Got buffet and all, tako pachi also! then got beef this roasted that... *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and saw a huge cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0908resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked over to take another picture, but i have to admit, when i was taking this picture, my arm brushed against the 30th Anniversary cake(the previous picture on top) &amp;... =X i sort of made a ugly corner to it... =X *faster run away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is way cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0909resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Million cakies! =D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0910resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NYJC Logos! OMG!!! =D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0911resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A nicer pic with no people walking in the background... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0912resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just when u tot, wow nothing could be better than that, i walked passed a table with a? CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN + FRUITS + MARSHMELLOW + BROWNIE! OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/nyjc%2030th%20anni/CIMG0906resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edna &amp; Me(I look gay in this picture =( ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day ended pretty well.. =) My new hobby, taking pictures... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-339418667123399977?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/339418667123399977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=339418667123399977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/339418667123399977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/339418667123399977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/nyjcs-30th-anniversary-d.html' title='NYJC&apos;s 30th Anniversary! =D'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-7436680683884432355</id><published>2007-04-28T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:01:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation...</title><content type='html'>Did some growing up yesterday, thanks to some of my friends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised many mistakes i've made.. &lt;br /&gt;Realised i was in the wrong..&lt;br /&gt;Realised i could have done better..&lt;br /&gt;Realised i wasn't sensitive enough..&lt;br /&gt;Realised i wasn't understanding enough..&lt;br /&gt;Realised i have said &amp; did things which i shouldn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when realisation takes place, then everything that didnt seem to make sense, becomes so clear.. &amp; you'll be able to put that heavy heart down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, i'm glad this happened, coz its becoz of this that i slowed down my life, to do some thinking, and it was really fruitful.. I guess this is part of growing up.. Though it pretty much hurts, but the important thing is that the lesson was learnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i'll become a better person, more understanding &amp; kind.. &lt;br /&gt;That i'll never repeat the same mistakes again, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Before, During &amp; After..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i'll learn to cherish &amp; love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i know i needed to change &amp; therefore i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/ahbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp; 4 now, ironically, the best solution is to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-7436680683884432355?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/7436680683884432355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=7436680683884432355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7436680683884432355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/7436680683884432355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/realisation.html' title='Realisation...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-5813455781172343805</id><published>2007-04-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:09:11.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by the beach..</title><content type='html'>Took a little break today, been a while since i did.. Guess its time i slow things down a bit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been down and out lately due to not-so-fantastic news.. Pretty much had a really bad week.. So yup, glad my friend offered to chill out with me by the beach.. took a bit of pictures, so here it is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pasir Ris park, but tot it was gonna rain so we took refuge in a vacant shop nearby.. Thank god the shop was closed!!! It was perfect, something like a resort setting, pretty nice! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/CIMG0886resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty cool there, totally vacant! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/CIMG0889resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/CIMG0885resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool eh? =).. Saw a lonely cat by the beach also... ='(&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge.. &lt;br /&gt;[enlarged picture is different from real de..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/CIMG0883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/lonelycat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we ate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/CIMG0879resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was pretty fun, just talking most of the time generally, &amp; did some growing up.. Been a while since i actually spoke to someone real. Well, it felt good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankew friends for being there when I was down.. Thats all I need to get back on my feet and stand up again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name on the sand today, &amp; let the waves take you away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-5813455781172343805?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/5813455781172343805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=5813455781172343805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5813455781172343805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/5813455781172343805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-by-beach.html' title='Day by the beach..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-3232249443090377130</id><published>2007-04-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:48:20.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, i'm back..</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm back to this old blog of mine.. &lt;br /&gt;You can get to me via www.y-ideas.net.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things which u used in the past are more reliable and better ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Been a while since i blogged, feel clogged up totally inside.. &lt;br /&gt;Realised that i've been moving thru life so fast that i've missed all the simple but nice things around me.. &lt;br /&gt;So fast that, someone has to throw a brick at me to make me stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week was total craps. was out at the marina area where this year's ndp's gonna be held? its on a large floating platform that's suppose to be a soccer field size.. well, i think the place's a bit small.. and if u seriously do go to the ndp or previews, please bring a pillow of something, the seats are totally screwed-up. u cant take 30 mins on the chair.. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather was hot like always, turned pink for that day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today... "monday", &lt;br /&gt;gotta go back for rehearsal again... for the combat engineer's formation anniversary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking, venus and mars must be having some conflicts this april.. people all around me are breaking up with their partners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my men, 2 of my fellow sergeants &amp; 3 of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ myself. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a new background music for my site. &lt;br /&gt;Heard it during lunchtime at my cookhouse, but i didn't know what song it was, so i downloaded the entire top 30 songs from power98 just to find this song.. Its pretty cool.. Do contact me if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tag if you visit alrights? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way Back into Love Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;[Cora]&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alex]&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora]&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alex]&lt;br /&gt;[ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora]&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cora &amp; Alex]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-3232249443090377130?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/3232249443090377130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=3232249443090377130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3232249443090377130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/3232249443090377130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-im-back.html' title='Well, i&apos;m back..'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-116024162953304002</id><published>2006-10-08T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:20:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup...</title><content type='html'>Yea, been long since i blogged... kinda have no time... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;currently 3rd Sergeant @ 30 SCE[Singapore Combat Engineers] JURONG CAMP&lt;br /&gt;Training a Batch of Recruits which came in on 8th Sept&lt;br /&gt;Will be stuck with them till end of my Service Term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch is "N" &amp; "O" Level batch de.. &lt;br /&gt;Quite hard to handle, but can be managed..&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can train them to be da best~ yeah~&lt;br /&gt;Hard to discipline, but if everything's easy... Where's the challenge? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS Term...&lt;br /&gt;Jan Enlist: BMT Pulau Tekong (7-Day Field Camp, 24km Route March, SIT Test)&lt;br /&gt;7-Day Field Camp : Learning IFC[Infantry FieldCraft] Jungle Fighting/Movement/Camoflauge&lt;br /&gt;24km Route March : Break-a-Leg Walk Lasted 8 Hours&lt;br /&gt;SIT[Situational] Test : Picks out potential commanders, how? They shag u up, stress u up, give you a problem, then tell you to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;-End of BMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Selected as a Specialist a.k.a Sergeant&lt;br /&gt;Feb Posted: SISPEC [School of Infantry Specialist]&lt;br /&gt;On Course : BSLC   [Basic Section Leader Course] (Ex Nutcracker/Grandslam/Wanderer)&lt;br /&gt;Exercise Nutcracker : Dig for 3D/2N non-stop. Sleep in mud. Cracks your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Ex Grandslam : 3D/2N Section Movement, Jungle fighting &amp; Stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Ex Wanderer : 3D | Give you a compass, throw you bearings, throw you in a jungle @ mandai, tell u to find some trees with some plates on it.&lt;br /&gt;Graduated as a Coporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISPEC, With Pride I Lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Posted to ETI [Engineers Training Institute] Nee Soon Camp&lt;br /&gt;May Posted: ETI Nee Soon Camp&lt;br /&gt;Did loads of crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-Graduated as an Engineer, Field Trained Specialist.&lt;br /&gt;-Became 3rd Sergeant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETI, Seek, Strive, Excel. Advance &amp; Overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Posted to Jurong Camp, 30 SCE Home of the Engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 SCE, Overcome With Speed, Fortify With Strength.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is Nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-116024162953304002?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/116024162953304002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=116024162953304002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/116024162953304002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/116024162953304002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2006/10/yup.html' title='Yup...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-115670835792811326</id><published>2006-08-28T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T03:52:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really miss you...</title><content type='html'>i really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-115670835792811326?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/115670835792811326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=115670835792811326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/115670835792811326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/115670835792811326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-miss-you.html' title='I really miss you...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-115422826859415424</id><published>2006-07-30T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:57:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back~!!!! WOOOOOO~!</title><content type='html'>hi people! i'm back! dunno how many of u guys still come here... lolx... &lt;br /&gt;anyway its been real long since i blogged... yeap yeap... nothing's changed in me bah... no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in ETI engineers training institute... &lt;br /&gt;will graduate from there in 19th august to become a Field Engineer Specialist[3rd SGT]&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait cant wait!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... army life's great so far... quite ok... but loads of crappy people around...&lt;br /&gt;the ratio of crappy people to good people are like... 100:1&lt;br /&gt;so... ~_`... oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nyjc, i miss school life, i miss my friends, i miss table tennis, i miss alot of things... Sighx... sad~ dunno how most of my friends are doing now liao... oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u still happent o read my blog, then do drop me a tag k? =) thankew people~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-115422826859415424?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/115422826859415424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=115422826859415424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/115422826859415424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/115422826859415424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-woooooo.html' title='I&apos;m back~!!!! WOOOOOO~!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-114173907587008878</id><published>2006-03-07T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:44:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ QUESTION!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK... so i didnt blog for few months...lol... kewl... anywya i'm back! coz i'm having block leave now... A levels was fine... yeap... will blog more about those shit another time... ofr now, wanna share with u guys some crap i found in my mailbox... its an IQ QUESTION! so think hard b4 u look at the answer k... here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; READ FIRST !!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Imagine you are in Africa. You have been tied hanging on a tree with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; a rope anchored on the ground, a candle is slowly burning the rope,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; and the lion is waiting for you to drop and be his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Your survival hinges on the rope staying intact, there is no one&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; around to help you. The only possible way is to somehow convince the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; lion to BLOW the candle out. How do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/lion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/lion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-114173907587008878?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/114173907587008878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=114173907587008878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/114173907587008878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/114173907587008878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2006/03/iq-question.html' title='IQ QUESTION!!!!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113638807556839375</id><published>2006-01-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:21:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time...</title><content type='html'>Alright, i guess... This is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for me to go for my ns... its tomorrow... yeap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say to all my friends~ i love you guys~ &amp; I'll miss u guys~ =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to sms me... think can use hp... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113638807556839375?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113638807556839375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113638807556839375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113638807556839375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113638807556839375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-time.html' title='Its time...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113569243052637040</id><published>2005-12-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:07:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep fit for live...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting fat...&lt;br /&gt;I need to work out...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going NS soon...&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna go in and suffer...&lt;br /&gt;So i gotta suffer a lil bit now...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how many pull-ups i can do now...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how unfit i have become...&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my old self back...&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it back real soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore! I SHALL EXECISE!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do Aerobics!&lt;br /&gt;I know u are laughing, Stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah~ i'm boring... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me what to blog? can anyone ask me something on my tag board and i blog to answer? something interesting please... thankew thankew~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113569243052637040?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113569243052637040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113569243052637040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113569243052637040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113569243052637040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/12/keep-fit-for-live.html' title='Keep fit for live...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113471875142645387</id><published>2005-12-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:39:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture speaks a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/DSC01454.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113471875142645387?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113471875142645387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113471875142645387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113471875142645387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113471875142645387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='A picture speaks a thousand words...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113458247804560508</id><published>2005-12-15T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:47:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this in my mailbox...</title><content type='html'>Yeap,. this is an article i got in my mailbox... source is undisclosed(as in i dun wanna say)...&lt;br /&gt;quite a good read... heh...&lt;br /&gt;and to guys, who cant get girls... after trying...&lt;br /&gt;do take note... why... that is happening... from the below...&lt;br /&gt;"Case study"... =p... happy reading...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***QUESTION***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is O. im 20 years old, living in Cyprus.&lt;br /&gt;Actually in my college i got interested to a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also good with me and many times did&lt;br /&gt;somethings that means, at least for me, she is&lt;br /&gt;interested to me too. Recently I got her mobile&lt;br /&gt;number and i called her the day after it and she&lt;br /&gt;talked to me normally BUT after a few days when i&lt;br /&gt;called her again she did not answered to my call&lt;br /&gt;(she didnt pick the mobile up). then I sent her&lt;br /&gt;this SMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without U life is Black not White.Without U the&lt;br /&gt;world has no hope,no light.Without U I cant go&lt;br /&gt;left or right.Without U I lose my sight.THANK U MY&lt;br /&gt;GLASSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her 2 or 3 times after it in 3 days but&lt;br /&gt;she didnot answered again.Then I sent her this&lt;br /&gt;SMS: DAYS R 2 BUSY HOURS R 2 FAST SECONDS R 2 FEW&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS ALWAYS TIME 4 ME 2 REMEMBER YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after it I again called her and this time&lt;br /&gt;she didnot pickup the phone as well,So I decided&lt;br /&gt;to say her every thing and tell her the truth and&lt;br /&gt;at least I will know is she really likes me or&lt;br /&gt;not,then i sent her this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my A.,I sent you lots of messages BUT you&lt;br /&gt;did not answered to me.Im worry about you,is every&lt;br /&gt;thing all right? I want to tell you a truth... I&lt;br /&gt;like you, in fact I love you. You are always in my&lt;br /&gt;mind,you are everywhere,I never forget you...I&lt;br /&gt;REALLY MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after 2 hours she replyed me with this&lt;br /&gt;message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey O. I got all your messages I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;thanks for asking&gt;.Sorry for not replying.Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell u that I just want a be your&lt;br /&gt;friend.Sorry if I Gave u the wrong idea, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;want u to misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this message she told me that she doesnot&lt;br /&gt;want to be my girl friend so in reply to her I&lt;br /&gt;wrote this(I said good bye):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for answering.I hope you be successful in&lt;br /&gt;your life everywhere with anybody and thanks for&lt;br /&gt;every thing 'cause you taught me many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting any reply from her but she&lt;br /&gt;sent this sms right after my sms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being your friend.I WISH U THE BEST.Have a&lt;br /&gt;nice holiday.Sorry if I made u feel bad:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not send her any sms but after 2 days she sent&lt;br /&gt;me this sms, which really made me quite confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * * * * * * * * * * *  *....FRIENDS are like&lt;br /&gt;stars.... you do not ALWAYS SEE them but you know&lt;br /&gt;they are ALWAYS there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need your advise. The girl who did not&lt;br /&gt;EVEN wanted to answer to my calls now sends me&lt;br /&gt;such messages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I beg you please tell me what does she mean by&lt;br /&gt;these words? and What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved her but when she told me that she&lt;br /&gt;want just to be my friend,however,it was hard for&lt;br /&gt;me to believed but I accepted it and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to her with my last message.But as you can&lt;br /&gt;see....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your idea totally, What do think about her?&lt;br /&gt;and IF you suggest me to continue being her friend&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now after sending that goodbye&lt;br /&gt;sms? What should I reply to her last message,what&lt;br /&gt;should I told her? honestly, I still like her! but&lt;br /&gt;I think Im not sure is she playing with me? and&lt;br /&gt;the last question, If she want me just as friend&lt;br /&gt;Am I so important for her that she do not want to&lt;br /&gt;lose me? and Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to hear from you. Please tell&lt;br /&gt;me what do you think about her from her messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Sincerely Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;MY COMMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Even though you live all the way on the other&lt;br /&gt;side of the world from me in Cyprus, I can still&lt;br /&gt;feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think that probably every man can identify&lt;br /&gt;with the following sequence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Meet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get along well with girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feel attracted to girl and think she is&lt;br /&gt;attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell girl that you like her (after getting up&lt;br /&gt;the nerve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Girl disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Call girl 47 times, but still no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Finally girl turns up and says, "I only like&lt;br /&gt;you as a friend and sorry if I hurt you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...Ouch. I know it's a bummer, but you might&lt;br /&gt;take comfort knowing that this has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;and just about every guy I know MANY times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let me take a shot at explaining what's going&lt;br /&gt;on here and hopefully help you and the others&lt;br /&gt;reading this to avoid this kind of thing as much&lt;br /&gt;as possible in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From my perspective, there are a few main&lt;br /&gt;issues going on here all at once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Women are complex and often illogical (so are&lt;br /&gt;men, but in different ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Women are attracted to men for reasons that&lt;br /&gt;most men either don't know, don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;or won't accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The way that women communicate isn't always as&lt;br /&gt;"direct and straightforward" as most of us guys&lt;br /&gt;would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's difficult to un-do one of these situations&lt;br /&gt;once it has reached this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) There are things you can do to avoid this kind&lt;br /&gt;of thing in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, let's deal with these one at a time as&lt;br /&gt;they relate to your situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Women are complex and often illogical (so are&lt;br /&gt;men, but in different ways):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women act on emotion and intuition more than&lt;br /&gt;men. They don't do the "logical" thing as often as&lt;br /&gt;men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women walk into Starbucks and order a "fat&lt;br /&gt;free" cafe mocha and then get WHIPPED CREAM on&lt;br /&gt;top. No kidding. I see it all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women will go through a full closet of clothing&lt;br /&gt;trying to choose something to wear to the&lt;br /&gt;supermarket, then conclude that "there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;to wear in here"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women spend $200 on shoes that are going to be&lt;br /&gt;worn a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Again, men have their bizarre behaviors, and&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to "badmouth" women... but in my&lt;br /&gt;experience women are usually not very LOGICAL&lt;br /&gt;about things... and they're ESPECIALLY illogical&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Men are perfectly logical. They want to have&lt;br /&gt;sex with everything. Women aren't. They only want&lt;br /&gt;to have sex with men who DON'T want to have sex&lt;br /&gt;with them. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My point is that you have to put your ideas&lt;br /&gt;about how things "should" be OUT OF YOUR MIND.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new way of thinking about things based on&lt;br /&gt;REALITY and not LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Women are attracted to men for reasons that&lt;br /&gt;most men either don't know, don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;or won't accept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I like to say, "Attraction Isn't A Choice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We don't think about who we'd like to feel&lt;br /&gt;attraction for, it just happens on its own in&lt;br /&gt;most cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But the thing to remember is that ATTRACTION&lt;br /&gt;has a pattern. It's like a combination lock or a&lt;br /&gt;puzzle. There is a way to create it if you know&lt;br /&gt;the "recipe". On the other hand, if you DON'T know&lt;br /&gt;the recipe, then you're not likely to figure it&lt;br /&gt;out by trial and error. And the reason for this --&lt;br /&gt;again -- is because IT'S NOT LOGICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While men are attracted mostly to LOOKS, women&lt;br /&gt;are attracted mostly to PERSONALITY TRAITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In your situation, you displayed the&lt;br /&gt;personality trait that I refer to as WUSSY a&lt;br /&gt;little too early in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women generally aren't attracted to men who get&lt;br /&gt;too lovey-dovey and emotional too quickly. There's&lt;br /&gt;no mystery or challenge when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And when you call 31 times a day, it only makes&lt;br /&gt;the problem worse. What you need to do in these&lt;br /&gt;situations is LEAN BACK more and give her some&lt;br /&gt;space. Give her room to think about you and miss&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The way that women communicate isn't always as&lt;br /&gt;"direct and straightforward" as most of us guys&lt;br /&gt;would like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If a woman wants to tell you that she isn't&lt;br /&gt;interested in you in a romantic way, she'll often&lt;br /&gt;NOT tell you as her way of telling you. In other&lt;br /&gt;words, she might just disappear for awhile. Or she&lt;br /&gt;might not return calls quickly. Or she might talk&lt;br /&gt;about other guys with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Once again, you have to put the concept of&lt;br /&gt;pure, rational LOGIC out of your mind when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to the world of ATTRACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Women are subtle. They read into things and try&lt;br /&gt;to tell you things indirectly. Women don't&lt;br /&gt;generally take what you say at face value. They&lt;br /&gt;want to know what everything REALLY means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you meet a girl and after the first date&lt;br /&gt;you say "I really like you, you're beautiful and I&lt;br /&gt;have feelings for you" they think you said "I'm a&lt;br /&gt;Wuss because I fall in love too quickly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the other hand, if you say "Good night, give&lt;br /&gt;me a call sometime" she'll think you said "You&lt;br /&gt;were kind of boring, and if you want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;again you're going to have to call me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's difficult to un-do one of these situations&lt;br /&gt;once it has reached this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Unfortunately, once a woman has "made up her&lt;br /&gt;mind" about a guy, it's usually VERY difficult to&lt;br /&gt;change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you're in a situation like this where a&lt;br /&gt;woman has said "I only like you as a friend", then&lt;br /&gt;you're best off going out and meeting some other&lt;br /&gt;women and getting on with your life IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait. Get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you disappear from HER life, then turn up a&lt;br /&gt;month or two later... and you're dating a few&lt;br /&gt;other attractive women... she might see you in a&lt;br /&gt;new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jealousy is a VERY powerful motivator to women&lt;br /&gt;and this is often what it takes to get a woman to&lt;br /&gt;see you in a new light once you've let out your&lt;br /&gt;INNER-WUSSY too early in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Point: Don't try to un-do it. Just get on with&lt;br /&gt;your life and quit obsessing over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Point 5 is removed by me... lol, i shall not disclosed the reason... =p... tata! hope u enjoyed the read... ha... happy holidays everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113458247804560508?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113458247804560508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113458247804560508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113458247804560508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113458247804560508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-found-this-in-my-mailbox.html' title='I found this in my mailbox...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113423897218272776</id><published>2005-12-11T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:22:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooo, Mad Day... =D</title><content type='html'>I cycled for the entire day today... ha... so tired... ~_~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i cycled...&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio to Bedok (Via AMK Ave2, Hougang Ave 2&amp;3, Eunos Link, Sims Ave, Changi Road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedok to Kallang (Via Changi Road, Geylang Road[no i did not see any pros... =p])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallang Back to AMK (Via Lavender Street, Balestier Rd, Upp Thomson, to J8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah... like cycled for 5 hours... wooooo... cycled till legs from ache to extreme pain... lol... nearly died at geylang(Due to legs exhaustion)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate pie at bedok! =D not bad!!!! for $3.20 only its nice la! its british pie... then its beef and cheese flavour... wah super song... whats so special about this british pie is that the fillings right... when u like chip the crust, it will just flow out... its steamy hot and its flowing out!!!! =D~! the rich creamy cheese + the nicely made beef... wooooo!!!! EXCELLENT! GO TRY! its near the bedok mrt, iits call Big Ben's Place... nice... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, alright after i been to bedok and had my pie, i set off wanting to go to bugis then go amk... but gf got job interview at kallang so... oh well~ anyway... whats interesting is... from changi to geylang to kallang... THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 HOTEL 81!!!! OMG~ its like everywhere la! the entire street along the stretch got hotel one... then can see the prices... some are like only $35 a night! of coz u dun demand quality service la... kewl... think hotel81's business is booming... MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another intersting thingis, my gf's job interview... to all girls out there... be careful of the job interview la... coz some shops is like hang sheep the head but is sell dog the meat, so becareful k~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while cycling... i learnt that: (ok some of u might hear this b4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's is full of ups and down... &lt;br /&gt;downhill maybe very song... but! there will be no downhill if u dun work ur way up...&lt;br /&gt;therefore u gotta work hard if u wan a better life next time... &lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and sometimes, u dun see the fruit of ur success so soon(coz its a pleateu at the top of the uphill), but sonner of later, u will taste the fruits of ur success(meaning downhill la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, there will be no success without hard work, and yea... u gotta work for what u wan... and oftenly, the harder u work for something, the more satisfaction u'll get in the end... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog, yi blog jiu crap... ~_~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyone got any plans for Xmas? or who wanna Xchange pressie with me!? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113423897218272776?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113423897218272776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113423897218272776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113423897218272776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113423897218272776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/12/wooooo-mad-day-d.html' title='Wooooo, Mad Day... =D'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113414829187346294</id><published>2005-12-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:11:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do try this important test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://content.dumbvideos.com/videos/03084972.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113414829187346294?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113414829187346294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113414829187346294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113414829187346294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113414829187346294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-try-this-important-test_113414829187346294.html' title='Do try this important test...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113144636454987248</id><published>2005-11-08T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:39:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my new flash...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so what's this little flash thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p u just wait for it to load, then u click on the tiny little blue button.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kewl.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome~ but only works on internet browsers which have javascript enabled... just click la.. its kewl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for As!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113144636454987248?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113144636454987248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113144636454987248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113144636454987248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113144636454987248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/11/check-out-my-new-flash.html' title='Check out my new flash...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113095144925257071</id><published>2005-11-03T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:10:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST MONEY TODAY!!!!! T_T =(</title><content type='html'>i was at the library, i went to buy a drink i paid 50 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i got the beverage card which entitles me to 7 drinks and it cost 11 dollars... i'm suppose to get 39 back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the problem is, i dun remember did i get the change, or did i lose the 39...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!! *TEARS HAIR OUT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok incase u guys are wondering if i DID anything or i just whine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the counter and told the guy to check the balance, &lt;br /&gt;he took our the entire cashier tray and counted the money, he checked the checksum on the main computer and the total balance is an excess of 90 cents... meaning he must have returned me the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DUN ******* REMEMBER!!!! HAVE I BEEN ADUCTED BY ALIENS IN THAT FEW SECONDS FROM THE COUNTER BACK TO MY SEAT?  DID THEY BEAM ME UP AND TOOK MY 39 DOLLARS? WHY? WHY ARE ALIENS SO BAD!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did went to the lib counter and asked if i can view the security camera recordings .. yeap... she replied i gotta make apolice report to do that... so i say &lt;s&gt;SCREW YOU!!!!&lt;/s&gt; thanks, and walked away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i did search every inch of my bang, in between every paper book notes i brought with me, and yes of coz my pockets, and my wallet, and yes the zip conpartment too... but dun have!!!! DAMN IT... my seat was right in front of the counter also la! even if drop le i also will know! DAMN IT... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad... i lost my pocket money for the entire week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its all alright, i'll just live off by eating pocket lint and drink water by licking the condensed water from my window when i swicth my air-con on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends our there who is reading this blog, please, when u see me, give me a hug, alternatively should u not want to touch my wonderful body, u can donate $1 to LYY charity fund.. ur donation will be deeply appreciated.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys... *muackz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113095144925257071?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113095144925257071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113095144925257071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113095144925257071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113095144925257071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-lost-money-today-tt.html' title='I LOST MONEY TODAY!!!!! T_T =('/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113020868155385060</id><published>2005-10-25T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:51:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BY GOLLY! i just read this today! and its coooo awesome man.. cool story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Beautiful Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look at what I found!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn, not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it. Here, it's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it midair without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed toting boy could not see. He was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world. The problem was with me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113020868155385060?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113020868155385060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113020868155385060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020868155385060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020868155385060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-beautiful-flower.html' title='The Most Beautiful Flower'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113020626051259983</id><published>2005-10-25T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:11:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving An Imperfect Person</title><content type='html'>Loving An Imperfect Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she's being willful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I don't have time that day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Humph!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Just this once?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "It's something very important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Let's get a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not believe her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I got to know a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She's a nice girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears fell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She has a good personality too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She loves me truly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs. She cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113020626051259983?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113020626051259983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113020626051259983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020626051259983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020626051259983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/loving-imperfect-person.html' title='Loving An Imperfect Person'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113020623371740283</id><published>2005-10-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:10:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Meant The Most To You?</title><content type='html'>Who Meant The Most To You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy who loves two gals at the same time but he doesn’t know which one he loves more. Someone taught him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are happy, who do you think of first? If you think of her, she is the one you love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO TEST THE FORMULA OF LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question honestly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are sad, which gal/guy you want to share your burden with?" If you think of that gal/guy first, she/he is the one that you love more. However if you think of the same gal/guy when you are happy &amp; sad, that's the most perfect. But if you didn't think of the same gal/guy, I would advise you to choose the one you are willing to share your sadness with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there are more sorrows than happiness. There are too many people whom you can share your happiness with, not necessary your lover. If you live your life happily, you can also enjoy it alone. Sadness, however not many people is willing to share burden with you. If you are willing to tell her/him your unhappiness, she/he got to be someone who is closest &amp; most understanding to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if she/he only thinks of you when she/he is happy, but look for someone else when she/he is sad. This kind of lover is too unstable; she/he didn't treat you as someone she/he can spend the rest of her life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will be very happy if I am the first person to share her/his happiness. But, if she/he is sad, I will be too willing to stay by her/his side &amp; ease her/his pain. Only then, I will believe I hold a very important position in her/his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sad, who comes to your mind first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a strange thing. We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives... things we don't even share with the families who raised us. But what is a friend? A confidant? A shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen? A heart to feel? A friend is all these... and more. No matter where we met, no matter how long we've been together... I call you friend. A word so small, yet so large in feeling, a word filled with emotion, a word overflowing with love. Truly great things come in small packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed. It is a constant book always waiting... waiting to be read and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements... we may have our disappointments... we may argue.. we may concern one another friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all tribulations. A part of each of us goes into our friendships... our humor... our experiences... our tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are foundations... necessary for life... and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113020623371740283?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113020623371740283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113020623371740283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020623371740283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020623371740283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-meant-most-to-you.html' title='Who Meant The Most To You?'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113020617164466858</id><published>2005-10-25T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:09:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please excuse me, too; I wasn't really watching for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake that night in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise. You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was feeling very small, and then my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found them, out by the tree. I picked them because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like them, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today. I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days? But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family ---- an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is behind this story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113020617164466858?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113020617164466858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113020617164466858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020617164466858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020617164466858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-113020611679948927</id><published>2005-10-25T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:08:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Love" Story</title><content type='html'>A "Love" Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you," Vanity said. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?" Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-113020611679948927?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/113020611679948927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=113020611679948927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020611679948927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/113020611679948927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-story.html' title='A &quot;Love&quot; Story'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112843549070698765</id><published>2005-10-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:18:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of One Small Gesture</title><content type='html'>The Power Of One Small Gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are going to really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents. Your teachers. Your siblings. Maybe a coach. But mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112843549070698765?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112843549070698765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112843549070698765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112843549070698765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112843549070698765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-of-one-small-gesture.html' title='The Power Of One Small Gesture'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112843470787366692</id><published>2005-10-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:15:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realised that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualisation of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let me carry you out every morning until we are old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112843470787366692?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112843470787366692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112843470787366692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112843470787366692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112843470787366692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112822055860659701</id><published>2005-10-02T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:35:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Together</title><content type='html'>Life Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over years of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still wants a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband. "I really love you, but I really can't carry on anymore, I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK, I understand." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still going be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady. "Take this, it's your favourite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe there's still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer. "This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, don't you know that I hate drumsticks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn. After hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he can't carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the phone, started dialing her number. Ringing never stops. He never stop dialing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just can't take it anymore. Phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that it's him. "What's the point of talking now that it's over. I have ask for it and now. I want to keep it this way, if not I will lose face. "She thought. Phone still ringing. She have decided to pull out the cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away. She rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone. He had a heart attack when he was still trying to get thru her phone line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as she could be. She will have to clear his belongings. When she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, beneficiary is her. Together in that file there's this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you are reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that I have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed like river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112822055860659701?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112822055860659701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112822055860659701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112822055860659701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112822055860659701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-together.html' title='Life Together'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112753630098756572</id><published>2005-09-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:31:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello. Information Please"</title><content type='html'>"Hello. Information Please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother would talk to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement. I whacked my finger with hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was terrible but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway, the telephone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held it to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information Please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hurt my finger!" I wailed into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said the usual thing grown-ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, you must remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow, I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I was on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information Please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information," said the now familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you spell 'fix'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, new shiny phone that sat on the table in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about half-an-hour or so between planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small clear voice I knew so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell 'fix'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must be healed by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, "So it's really still you," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later I was back in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Are you Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes". "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you make on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose life have you touched today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112753630098756572?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112753630098756572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112753630098756572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112753630098756572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112753630098756572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-information-please.html' title='&quot;Hello. Information Please&quot;'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112731976769927735</id><published>2005-09-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:22:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Care Goes A Long Way</title><content type='html'>A Little Care Goes A Long Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm By the way, my name is Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added ...and think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor. It didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, and then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped ME out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do Do not let this chain of love end with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, Everything's going to be all right, I love you, Bryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112731976769927735?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112731976769927735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112731976769927735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112731976769927735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112731976769927735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-care-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Care Goes A Long Way'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112693267673226880</id><published>2005-09-17T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:51:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Through Life</title><content type='html'>Going Through Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and very successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. A brick smashed into the Jaguar's side door! He slammed on the brakes, spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, What was that all about and who are you Just what the heck are you doing Building up a head of steam, he went on. That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost you a lot of money. Why did you do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, mister, please, I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do! pleaded the youngster. I threw the brick because no one else would stop. Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my brother, he said. He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up. Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, sir! God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then watched the boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar, a long and slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes when you don't have the time to listen, life throws a brick at your head. It's your choice Listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Is A Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm-in-arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember the first time i took you by the hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112693267673226880?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112693267673226880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112693267673226880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112693267673226880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112693267673226880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-through-life.html' title='Going Through Life'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112627950692683415</id><published>2005-09-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:25:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than sex...</title><content type='html'>I officially announce that, eating MOS CheeseBurger with MOS myo IS BETTER THAN SEX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... the taste of the myo... ahh... heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;the myo of mos burger is unlike any other u've tasted, be it kraft, or those kopitiam western food myo, or what sauce... nono... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mos myo is really something u'd long for right after u ate it... &lt;br /&gt;it'll leave u hunger for more after u eat it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with the sweet and a lil sour taste of the tomato sauce of the cheese burger, the mixture of the sauces are really, ahhh.... beyond heavenly... its indescribable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats more, with the nice beef to top it off, mmmm... the suculent juicy beef that will keep u chewing and chewing, and every chew u make, the taste gets stronger and more delicious... every bite u take brings u to heaven... mmmmm~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, its definitely great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it out today at ur local mos burger fast food outlet, &lt;br /&gt;rememeber, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic's in the myo... [not bad for a motto eh?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112627950692683415?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112627950692683415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112627950692683415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112627950692683415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112627950692683415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/09/better-than-sex.html' title='Better than sex...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112523828983690518</id><published>2005-08-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:11:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me when i was young...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10036.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked to look at the camera since young.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10034.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Comfy little bed... cant believe i was so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10022.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big rabbit, small boy... Boy scared of big rabbit, boy cries... T_T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10021.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... so cute la.. (i know i am..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10020.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the... double chin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10018.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, when older, ~_~.. anyway i love that popeye bolster when i was young.. grrr... mum threw it away... T_T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10015.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising since young kept me fit and strong.. or maybe i was trying to scare someone... scary right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10014.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of proper toys will result in body parts being used for entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10013.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young and enthusiastic learner since young.. always raising hands in class to answer and ask questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/BaByy/Scan10012.jpg" alt="Blogger" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... hmmmm... hmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:OK! smile ah! yun yi! smile ah!&lt;br /&gt;me: orh...&lt;br /&gt;me: =]&lt;br /&gt;dad: ready? 3.... 2... &lt;br /&gt;me: =]&lt;br /&gt;dad: 1...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in that split second&lt;br /&gt;me: (that ugly face on top)&lt;br /&gt;*Click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112523828983690518?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112523828983690518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112523828983690518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112523828983690518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112523828983690518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-when-i-was-young.html' title='me when i was young...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112520102925749813</id><published>2005-08-28T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T11:50:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An extract from...</title><content type='html'>An extract from some thingy... Interesting to read.. Written for a guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INTERESTING PERSPECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I want to ask you to think about something for&lt;br /&gt;a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have you ever been dating a girl, and had her&lt;br /&gt;do something that made you feel nervous, jealous,&lt;br /&gt;insecure, or otherwise emotionally FREAKED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe you were out with her, and she started&lt;br /&gt;talking to another guy... and while she was&lt;br /&gt;talking to him you could tell that she was&lt;br /&gt;enjoying herself just a little bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Know what that feels like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You WANT to believe that it's all in your&lt;br /&gt;imagination... and that she's just having a&lt;br /&gt;friendly conversation with someone... but your GUT&lt;br /&gt;IS TWISTING while you watch it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Or maybe you have plans with a woman, but at&lt;br /&gt;the last minute (or even after the last minute)&lt;br /&gt;she calls and says "I don't think I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;able to make it tonight... I had something come&lt;br /&gt;up... OK, I'll call you later".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She doesn't say exactly WHAT came up, or WHY&lt;br /&gt;she can't make it, or WHY she chose to call you&lt;br /&gt;thirty seconds before she was supposed to actually&lt;br /&gt;arrive at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the worst part is that you say back to her,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry about it, it's OK", and then KICK&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ever been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Or here's one of my PERSONAL favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You meet a girl, call her on the phone and talk&lt;br /&gt;to her, and everything seems to be going GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She tells you to call her later in the week and&lt;br /&gt;maybe she'll be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You think about her for the next three days...&lt;br /&gt;but when you try to call her, she never answers&lt;br /&gt;the phone... and never returns any of your calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All of these types of situations SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But the reality is that they all happen to most&lt;br /&gt;guys A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FASCINATING PART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now I want to explain why I gave these&lt;br /&gt;particular examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I want you to stop for a minute and think about&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I want you to ask yourself the following&lt;br /&gt;question, then answer it HONESTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID THESE THINGS MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT AND WANT THE&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN WHO DID THEM MORE OR LESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Be honest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you're like most guys, then these particular&lt;br /&gt;things and others like them, made you think about&lt;br /&gt;the girl MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They made you wonder what she was doing and&lt;br /&gt;what her INTENTIONS were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And most of all, they made you WANT HER even&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Strange as it may seem, these things, which&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD make you RUN AWAY, actually make you WANT&lt;br /&gt;HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, just like WOMEN aren't logical, MEN&lt;br /&gt;aren't logical either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And if you're honest about it, you'll admit&lt;br /&gt;that  you sometimes respond in STRANGE AND UNUSUAL&lt;br /&gt;WAYS to a woman's flighty and manipulative&lt;br /&gt;behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some of these types of crazy things that women&lt;br /&gt;do drive men WILD with desire and even jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;and often lead to OBSESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's a crazy world, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHY I'M TELLING YOU ALL THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I say these things not because I want to piss&lt;br /&gt;you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I say them because I want you to start thinking&lt;br /&gt;about these types of things in a DIFFERENT WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I want you to realize that the simple fact that&lt;br /&gt;a particular woman that you're interested in&lt;br /&gt;doesn't NEED you... and does things that clearly&lt;br /&gt;demonstrate it... often make her even MORE&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTIVE to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THE SAME GOES when it comes to making WOMEN feel&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In other words, instead of getting UPSET with&lt;br /&gt;women for doing these things, LEARN FROM THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then use what you learn to create that&lt;br /&gt;magical emotion called ATTRACTION inside of women&lt;br /&gt;you're interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS MANIPULATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can hear it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The first response I often hear when I start&lt;br /&gt;talking this way, and recommending that men use&lt;br /&gt;what they learn to actually CAUSE women to feel&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION, usually goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But David, if I consciously do things to make&lt;br /&gt;women feel attracted to me, aren't I manipulating&lt;br /&gt;them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Most of us guys want to be "good guys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We don't like to lie, cheat, and steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And we don't like to do sneaky things that&lt;br /&gt;don't FEEL RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But here's the BIG DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I recommend a technique, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't act like a Wussy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give her the gift of missing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tease and bust her balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Date other women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You be the one to end calls, dates, and other&lt;br /&gt;interactions... and do it a little too soon... on&lt;br /&gt;an up note."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...I'm NOT recommending that you do secret,&lt;br /&gt;deceptive things to "trick her into liking you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   NOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Instead, I'm teaching you the principals of&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm teaching you examples of things to do that&lt;br /&gt;communicate a FAR MORE IMPORTANT IDEA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THAT YOU'RE NOT A NEEDY WUSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The more you actually DO these things, the more&lt;br /&gt;you begin to "get it", and become the type of guy&lt;br /&gt;that women are naturally drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*burp* cool eh? &lt;br /&gt;ah haha.. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone in their coming exams~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shuts down computer*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112520102925749813?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112520102925749813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112520102925749813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112520102925749813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112520102925749813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/08/extract-from.html' title='An extract from...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112230222127333959</id><published>2005-07-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:37:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=p</title><content type='html'>Evidence to prove my darling wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ch5.mediacorptv.com/wassup/interviews/view/25/1/.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112230222127333959?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112230222127333959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112230222127333959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112230222127333959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112230222127333959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/07/p.html' title='=p'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112221106062142138</id><published>2005-07-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:17:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah~</title><content type='html'>this pianist one was the best joke i ever read... &lt;br /&gt;The Small Pianist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a bar and hears piano music. He looks at the piano and can't see anyone sitting there, so he walks over and discovers a foot-tall man standing on the piano bench playing the tune of Dixie-Girl. The man thought that this was strange so he goes over to the bartender and asks where the man came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here," says the bartender, handing the man a genie lamp, "rub this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man rubs the lamp and out comes this genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you wish for?" asks the genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A million bucks," the man states, quite sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Granted." And the genie claps his hands and disappeared back into the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looks around, checks his wallet but can't find a million bucks anywhere. Just that moment, a million ducks fly through the bar. Astounded the man says: "Hey! I didn't ask for a million ducks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think that I asked for a 12 inch pianist?" replied the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY: "did ya get it? lolx..."&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny IRC Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** 1) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shaggy&gt; I am going to pawn my computer so i will have enough money for my cable modem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** 2) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Raize&gt; can you guys see what I type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vecna&gt; no, raize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Raize&gt; How do I set it up so you can see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**3) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Kyuss&gt; how big should disk 1 of neverwinter be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;JtHM&gt; |&lt;-----------------------------&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;JtHM&gt; (not to scale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**4) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;studdud&gt; what the fu*k is wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**5) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chinger&gt; My real name is Thoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;chinger&gt; s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LimberDink&gt; Well hello there, Thoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LimberDink&gt; s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**6) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cwd&gt; god damn i just farted HARD on my chair and it felt good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HardCore&gt; did it lift u off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cwd&gt; yeah good thing i was wearing my seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**7) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Jon-&gt; they need to put some quality warez and movies on microsoft.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Jon-&gt; i get about 800k a sec from them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this rich guy was having a party at his house. He was loaded, and he had everything; money, a big house in Beverly Hills, drugs, girls, cars, planes; anything he wanted. The guy was also a little eccentric, and he had filled his pool with crocodiles. So there he was, he and his friends all standing around drinking, getting high and partying next to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy gets up on the lifeguard tower and all his friends look up. He calls for silence and says, "OK, the first person that swims across my pool will get all my money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one moves. The guy looks over the crowd, draws on his joint and says, "OK, the first person that swims across my pool gets all my money and my house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no one moves. "OK then, the first person that swims across my pool gets all my money, my house and all my cars and planes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, no one moves, not even a eye blinks this time. "OK then, all my money, my house, all my cars, all my planes, all the dope you can handle, all my property, all my stocks and bonds and investments and all the girls you can handle; everything I own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Splash!" Someone's in the pool. Crocodiles are all over him, but he rolls over like Tarzan, he's all over the place, fighting and dodging. Finally he gets out of the pool on the other side. The rich guy on the tower jumps down and runs over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was incredible! I never thought that I would ever see that done. Do you want the money now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the house now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the cars and planes now or later? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the cars or planes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the bonds, stocks and stuff now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want that either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the drugs now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the girls now or later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich guy looks at him and says "Well, what the hell do you want?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the bastard that pushed me in." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gambler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. He had nothing left but a quarter and the second half of his round trip ticket. If he could just get to the airport he could get home. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabbie said: "If you don't have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man was forced to hitch-hike to the airport. One year later the man returned to Vegas and this time he won big. Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. At the end of a long line of cabs was his old buddy who had refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck. The man thought for a moment about how he could make the guy pay for his lack of charity, and he hit on a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man got in the first cab in the line, "How much for a ride to the airport," he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifteen bucks," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how much for you to give me a blowjob on the way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Get the hell out of my cab." said the cabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same result. When he got to his old friend at the back of the line, he got in and asked "How much for a ride to the airport?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabbie replied "fifteen bucks." The man said "ok" and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly past the long line of cabs the man gave a big smile and thumbs up sign to each driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He's got 2 large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sand," answered Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard says, "We'll just see about that. Get off the bike." The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analysed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man's shoulders, and lets him cross the border. A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, "What have you got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sand," says Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sequence of events if repeated every day for 3 years. Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico by coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey buddy," says the guard, "I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about and I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan sips his beer and says, "Bicycles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY: "Lame..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses for Speeding (2 Stories)&lt;br /&gt;Story 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: May I see your driver's license?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: May I see the owner's card for this vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: It's not my car. I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: The car is stolen?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the glove box when I was putting my gun in there.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: There's a gun in the glove box?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: There's a BODY in the TRUNK?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the tense situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Sir, can I see your license?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Sure. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Who's car is this?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: It's mine, officer. Here's the owner's card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver owned the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there's a gun in it?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there was nothing in the glove box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Would you mind opening your trunk? I was told you said there's a body in it.&lt;br /&gt;Driver: No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunk is opened; no body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glovebox, and that there was a dead body in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yeah, I'll bet the lying s.o.b. told you I was speeding, too!&lt;br /&gt;Story 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Middle aged man was going through his mid-life crisis so he went out and bought him a new bright red BMW. So he decided to take his new BMW on a test drive down the interstate one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up to about 85 mph and all of a sudden he saw this highway patrolman with his blue lights and siren blaring coming toward him. He decided he and his new BMW would outrun the officer. So the man sped up to 95 mph,and then to 105 mph, but the patrolman was still coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man finally came to his senses and said to himself, "This is crazy, I could go to jail for this," so he pulled over. The patrolman came to the car and told the man, "It has been a long day and I am tired. If you can give me an excuse no one else has ever given me I will let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man told the officer, "Last night my wife ran off with a patrolman and when I seen you chasing me I thought you were trying to bring her back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer looked at the man and said, "Have a nice day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Maintenance Responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every flight, pilots complete a gripe sheet which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The form is a piece of paper that the pilot completes and then the mechanics read and correct the problem. They then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints and problems, known as submitted by QUANTAS pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has&lt;br /&gt;never had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P = The problem logged by the pilot.&lt;br /&gt;S = The solution and action taken by the engineers.&lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except autoland very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Autoland not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: No. 2 propeller seeping prop fluid.&lt;br /&gt;S: No. 2 propeller seepage normal. No's 1, 3, and 4 propellers lack normal seepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 fpm descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what they're there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and Slap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Technician and his General Manager board a train headed through the mountains on its way to Wichita. They can find no place to sit except for two seats right across the aisle from a young woman and her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it is obvious that the young woman and the young tech are interested in each other, because they are giving each other looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the train passes into a tunnel and it is pitch black. There is a sound of a kiss followed by the sound of a slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the four sit there without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother is thinking to herself, "It was very brash for that young man to kiss my granddaughter, but I'm glad she slapped him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The General manager is setting there thinking, "I didn't know the young tech was brave enough to kiss the girl, but I sure wish she hadn't missed him when she slapped and hit me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman was sitting and thinking, "I'm glad the guy kissed me, but I wish my grandmother had not slapped him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young tech sat there with a satisfied smile on his face. He thought to himself, "Life is good. How often does a guy have the chance to kiss a beautiful girl and slap his General manager all at the same time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112221106062142138?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112221106062142138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112221106062142138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112221106062142138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112221106062142138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/07/bleah.html' title='bleah~'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112196411841849380</id><published>2005-07-22T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:41:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an ice-cream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BROWNIE BATTER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 77% SWEET, 62% CHUNKY,  and 70% UNIQUE! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;brownie batter ice cream with a rich brownie batter swirl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....you are a very sweet mix indeed! You are warm, loving, and&lt;br /&gt;caring to all those around you, but you're not boring in the least! You&lt;br /&gt;have a wild streak and a creative, unique streak, too. You are a great&lt;br /&gt;friend, an interesting person, and you know how to have fun without&lt;br /&gt;ending up crouching over a toilet bowl. Nice! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/128/998/12999856194787279188/mt1118956636.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="132"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="18"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;88%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;SWEET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="51"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="99"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;34%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;CHUNKY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="101"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="49"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;67%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=338886042745332086'&gt;The Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=12999856194787279188'&gt;weered1&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112196411841849380?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112196411841849380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112196411841849380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112196411841849380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112196411841849380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-ice-cream.html' title='I&apos;m an ice-cream?'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112169051514823268</id><published>2005-07-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:41:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I got the paragraph's below from one of my friend's blog, tot it was meaningful... so decided to post it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, guys need to be more sensitive to girls' reactions &amp; behaviours.. girls do need reassurance every now &amp;amp; then.. just don't take it fer granted that by not saying anything, they wld understand what u're thinking &amp; feeling.. u need to see things from their point of view, especially when it comes to their priorities &amp;amp; commitments.. don't just think that if they don't have time fer u, it means that they dun want to spend time with u.. i mean, which girl wld want to go do something less impt when they can actually spend de time with the one that they love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;girls on de other hand, gotta stop taking things fer granted &amp; appreciate de thots &amp;amp; sincerity guys are putting in.. its ok to play a little hard-to-get.. but quit playing ard too much and stop thinking that guys will go up &amp; flatter n coax just to make u happy..And even when de guys dun do that, dun bitch ard saying that they dun care.. and i'm sure guys don't just say 'i love u' fer nothing.. oh yes, for goodness sake.. when there's something wrong and ur guy asks why.. go tell him why.. there's no reason why u shld be keeping things within urself and then later vomit out every single little detail that u got upset with when u get fed up.. by asking, it shows that he's actually willing &amp;amp; wanting to hear from you.. yes, perhaps there wld be arguments &amp; quarrels.. but if u dun trash things out, how wld u even expect de relationship to last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;yes, i know i shouldn't be criticizing girls' attitudes &amp; behaviours just because i belong to de category.. but i wld say that this kinda thingy wld require a level of maturity &amp;amp; mutual understanding.. even extreme cases won't work out toox.. as they always say, "it takes two hands to clap".. each side wld have to give &amp; take on its part.. a relationship is just a step further from being best frens.. And so, if u share ur daily life, feelings &amp;amp; thoughts with ur best fren, then why not more fer ur girlfriend or boyfriend?? i think this is something that is faced by many pple today.. And thus, they complain that their partners dun understand them.. HELLO?! if u dun even wanna share ur thoughts, how can u then accuse pple of not understanding u?? And especially fer girls, u'll then start trashing things out that u wld expect ur boyfriend to do but which he didn't.. or worse, u wld also blame him fer doing something soÂ² long ago that has made a mark in ur relationship that caused part of de sourness..And girls, need to seriously learn how to appreciate their relationships.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but guys of cos, shldn't take this level of understanding fer granted..then again, its de human instinct.. a relationship in de beginning wld be so exciting &amp; interesting.. which will then die down after a while.. most of us think that our partners have changed becos it doesn't seem be de same level of fun &amp;amp; excitement anymore.. then we'll start blaming one another.. or else, when someone comes along bringing u more joys than ur partner.. u wld then start to think, "why isn't he or she like that?".. but in fact both share de same responsibility to keep this walk together and its true love that keeps it going.. all of us need reassurance &amp; comfort.. u can't expect one to give in all de time.. it wld be tired &amp;amp; weary fer de person.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and if friends can do more than listening, why can't we do more by giving??well, i'm not saying that it wld be a perfect relationship if both are able to handle things very well..it seems too idealistic toox.. and afterall humans are imperfect.. of cos there wld be mistakes.. neither can i be sure that i wld be a good girlfriend since i can share out all those thoughts.. but i'm sure by giving ur best, keeping de other person's feelings in mind and sharing ur ups &amp; downs together, its nearly enuff to keep de love going between u two.. And so, learning to appreciate &amp;amp; not taking things fer granted is probably something all of us have to learn &amp; to keep constant reminders of.. Cheers! :).."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112169051514823268?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112169051514823268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112169051514823268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112169051514823268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112169051514823268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_18.html' title='-'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112160882702390587</id><published>2005-07-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:02:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You decorated my life.</title><content type='html'>All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white;&lt;br /&gt;till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then&lt;br /&gt;till the balance was right.&lt;br /&gt;Then you added some music, ev'ry note was in place;&lt;br /&gt;And anybody could see all the changes in me by the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you decorated my life; created a world where dreams area apart.&lt;br /&gt;And you decorated my life by paintin' your love all over my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You decorated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rhyme with no reason in an unfinished song;&lt;br /&gt;There was no harmony life meant nothin' to me, until you cam along.&lt;br /&gt;And you brought out the colors, what a gentle surprise;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm able to see all the things life can be shinin' soft in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you decorated my life; created a world where dreams are a part.&lt;br /&gt;And you decorated my life by paintin' your love all over my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You decorated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/SmileColoured.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112160882702390587?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112160882702390587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>爱是我对你的感觉</title><content type='html'>爱是不离不弃&lt;br /&gt;爱是不拘小节&lt;br /&gt;爱是彼此信赖&lt;br /&gt;爱是彼此宽容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是见面的时候争吵 分开的时候想念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是希望对方得到幸福&lt;br /&gt;爱是希望自己能给予对方幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是我对你的感觉。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112041269954867542?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112041269954867542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112041269954867542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112041269954867542'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112041262652741210?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112041262652741210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112041262652741210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112041262652741210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112041262652741210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/07/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112041243630634423</id><published>2005-07-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:40:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.m.i.s.s.y.o.u.s.o.m.u.c.h.</title><content type='html'>spent a lazy saturday afternoon with wo de ai ren, wahahaha~ lolx... though simple and just walked around, but never expect it to be so nice.. wahahhaa~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ thanks for meeting me today! lolx.. though for just a short while nia, but still =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mish eww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112041243630634423?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-112012822070187444</id><published>2005-06-30T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:43:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant be contented with yesterdays glory.</title><content type='html'>Physics Sucked Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Chem was alright today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope Physics will be alright tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant be contented with yesterdays glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是不离不弃.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-112012822070187444?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/112012822070187444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=112012822070187444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112012822070187444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/112012822070187444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-be-contented-with-yesterdays.html' title='I cant be contented with yesterdays glory.'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111997639909867099</id><published>2005-06-29T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:33:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken Proxy Father</title><content type='html'>Mistaken Proxy Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr.Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. You don't know me but I've come to...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat. Just where do we start?" asked Mrs. Smith, blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope we can get this over with quickly," gasped Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't I know!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." The photographer handed Mrs. Smith the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was difficult ?" asked Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than three hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, eh.... ..equipment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tripod??", Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold while I'm getting ready for action. Madam? Madam?..... Good Lord, she's fainted!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111997639909867099?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111997639909867099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111997639909867099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111997639909867099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111997639909867099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mistaken-proxy-father.html' title='Mistaken Proxy Father'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111997619428341957</id><published>2005-06-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:29:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in Action</title><content type='html'>Caught in Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A middle-aged businessman took a young woman half his age as his wife. The fantasy of having a young woman in his bed soon became a nightmare when he found that he could not last long enough to satisfy his young bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife, as understanding as she was exciting, told him that all was well even if he was quick to get out of the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to satisfy this sweet young thing, the man visited the doctor to get some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I can't seem to hold back for very long when I make love to my young wife and I can't satisfy her. What can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a professional manner, "Try a bit of self-stimulation before having intercourse with your wife and you'll find that you'll last longer and ultimately satisfy her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Doctor. If you think that will help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, his young bride called him at work to let him know that she would be attacking him at the front door when he arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be prepared, my darling. I'm going to ravish you," she cooed over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, the man decided to follow the doctor's advice. But where? In the office? The Xerox room? What if someone walked in on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got in his truck and began the journey home. Soon he decided he would find a spot on the road to pull over, climb underneath the truck and pretend to be inspecting the rear axle, and do the deed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later, he pulled over, crawled beneath the truck, closed his eyes tightly, fantasized about his young wife, and began his "therapy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, just as he was about to complete his therapy session, he felt someone tugging on his pants leg. Keeping his eyes tightly shut to avoid ruining the fantasy he was enjoying, he said, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I'm with the Police Department. Could you tell me what you are doing, please?" said the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, officer, I'm inspecting my truck's rear axle," he replied confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you check the brakes while you're down there. Your truck rolled down the hill a few minutes ago."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111997619428341957?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111997619428341957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111997619428341957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111997619428341957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111997619428341957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/caught-in-action.html' title='Caught in Action'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111979434730427747</id><published>2005-06-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:59:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lawrance</title><content type='html'>dude, screw u man.. &lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with you? &lt;br /&gt;Why r u getting s upset over a girl? &lt;br /&gt;i know you love her, maybe once and maybe now. &lt;br /&gt;2 words, move on.&lt;br /&gt;She is history. &lt;br /&gt;some people r not worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Life? yes of coz its unfair...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? its unfair to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what again? Thats why its FAIR to everyone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me answer to your blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun kill someone, its against the law..&lt;br /&gt;if you feel you are being forced NOT to do something, do it. be it a promise you made to your mom.&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel better, even if its going to land u hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;coz if it really does, you'll wake up and start being a man, or u'll give up on life and go commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing, if you think u suck? u do. &lt;br /&gt;if u think you are a failure, you will definitely be one. &lt;br /&gt;if you think you r gonna hurt people if u r gonna be urself.&lt;br /&gt;then do it, hurt others, why?&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day why r u living? u've any idea?&lt;br /&gt;who r u living for? &lt;br /&gt;Simple. You are living for yourself. [think about this] &lt;br /&gt;Your goal? u decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is cruel, if u are soft, people will eat u up.&lt;br /&gt;if u are easy, people are going to exploit u, take advantage of you, manipulate you, cheat you, and fuck you up. &lt;br /&gt;and after they do that, they're going to leave you fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and fuck u dude.. why r u trying to please everyone so they have a good/happy life? &lt;br /&gt;that sucks dude! the hell you should be trying to do is please yourself. &lt;br /&gt;coz at the end of the day, no one's going to be pleasing you!&lt;br /&gt;what? you derive joy in looking at other people being happy? &lt;br /&gt;well i'll throw you this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be happy if you're happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear this? seen it before? well, consider the girl u love most liking another guy.. &lt;br /&gt;"wow, he's a nice guy.. i'm sure he can treat her better than i do.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, you let her go, and WOW! she's really happy with him! &lt;br /&gt;ah, u see her smile, u see her laugh.. but wtf? u're not happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell u whats happy, happy is when SHE is with you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a senario, so i'm gonna keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;{}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the very end of the day, everyone's selfish to a certain extent. &lt;br /&gt;it is only when u are self-less, throwing most out to make someone happy. being a good person, then u'll find life unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;Good people, they die.. wah... unfair leh god..&lt;br /&gt;Bad people, they die.. WAH!! GOD!! GOOD! he deserve it! FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not telling u to be bad here, or selfish, but i wan u to view this fucking shit call "life" in a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to tell u something now.&lt;br /&gt;1 word, weak.&lt;br /&gt;You r weak.&lt;br /&gt;Why? i'll tell u why.. &lt;br /&gt;Its because you are telling yourself that you're weak..&lt;br /&gt;If u tell yourself u cant do econs, u cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you tell yourself u cant make anyone happy, u cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you think u cant do anything at all and u are a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;you really will become a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna become a piece of shit? no.&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to become a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;except jialong.. LOLx.. jkjk.. trying to liven mood a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, i shouldnt be the one to tell u this. &lt;br /&gt;u are not someone weak...&lt;br /&gt;think positive...&lt;br /&gt;only when u think right, can u do right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but what, u think so easy ah, u think then woah, can do.. knn, kid also know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, say easy, do hard. &lt;br /&gt;but the fact is u dun think: "u can do IT", and u can do it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;things takes time. expecially these things in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;this goes out to build ur EQ + ur AQ...&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Quotient and Adversity Quotient.&lt;br /&gt;measuring how well u can control your emotions and &lt;br /&gt;how well u can react when faced with problems[adversity]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 shit doesnt shoot sky-rocket in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;learning to control yourself is the pathway to success.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of the phrase "you are your own worst enemy" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;things&lt;/s&gt; Shit happens beyond our control, we cant do anything but to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thats the hardest thing in life. learn to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are weak mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to stay like that? &lt;br /&gt;People are going to laugh at you...&lt;br /&gt;they're going to point fingers at you and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;you cannot achieve if you are weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, fuck u, fuck me, and fuck everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, and be a man. &lt;br /&gt;Last thing girls want is a sissy-man... [i know u dun wanna die a virgin]&lt;br /&gt;Be in control, know what u want to do, know what u wanna achieve, put it in front of u, and dun stop until u get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up lawrence, i dun wan to see u like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, Everyone's waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111979434730427747?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111979434730427747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111979434730427747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111979434730427747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111979434730427747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-lawrance.html' title='To Lawrance'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111979200178299773</id><published>2005-06-26T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:20:01.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma feeesh...</title><content type='html'>I can still remember a very long time ago, when i was still young, my dad bought some fighting fish for me.. ah hah.. i was so little then, and was very happy that could have a fish of my own to keep.. think i was only primary 6 then.. he taught me how to change the water and feed them worms on time.. i keep them in the coffee jars, nescafe type.. its transparent glass polymer de.. yeap.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something tragic happened 1 time.. i was changing the water for my fighting fish at my water tap... i sealed the basin and poured the water with the fish out into the basin.. and cleaned the jar.. after cleaning it, i filled it up with water and was going to transfer the fish back into the clean jar.. this wasnt the first time i've done the changing of water so its kinda normal to me.. i used my hand and made a cup-shape and scooped my fighting fish outta the basin and was going to transfer it to my jar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the most unexpected thing happened.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it jumped out of my hand and landed on the floor.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;i panicked!!!! i quickly squat down and tried to pick it up.. &lt;br /&gt;BUT IT JUST WUN STOP JUMPING!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you jumping away? I'm trying to help you...&lt;br /&gt;stop jumping, i'm trying to save you...&lt;br /&gt;stop jumping already! i'm trying my best to put u back into the water!!!&lt;br /&gt;you are going to die if u continue like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times when it didnt jump, i tried to grab it, but it was just so slippery that i cant hold it.. and when i finally picked it up again, it jumped out.. i was really scared it would die, so i poured out my jar of water at it.. it wasnt really a clever thing to do especially when you are in the toilet, but thankfully the drain opening had a lid.. i panicked and screamed for my dad who came rushing to me shortly.. he picked the fish up swiftly and transfered it into my jar.. which swam like before right after tat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... it died shortly after in the same day.. &lt;br /&gt;could remember how sad i was at that time.. &lt;br /&gt;how happy i was when i had that fish for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;how i fed it and talked to it like it can hear me..&lt;br /&gt;how i tortured it by shaking the jar sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my fish die le.. T_T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isnt it ironic? &lt;br /&gt;sometimes u really tried to do something to help it, but it just doesnt work out...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when u really tried to help someone, but it just didnt work out...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u really tried and it just backfires on you.. &lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the cruelity of reality.. &lt;br /&gt;what you sow, u dun necessary reap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishie Fishie, will you let me help you please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recalled my fish incident after talking to mingli(hurhurhur) on the phone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mid yrs tomorrow, its not a game, its not an examination. &lt;br /&gt;It is WAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a 6-pack green-tea today.. i like the lingering taste of it.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; something else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111979200178299773?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111979200178299773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111979200178299773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111979200178299773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111979200178299773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ma-feeesh.html' title='ma feeesh...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111954165509654660</id><published>2005-06-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:47:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/9b9379a6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;SUPER KE AI!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHHHAAAHA~&lt;br /&gt;ROFL 20 times... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!! LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, mindy, ur bro would be damn jealous.. WAHAHAHAHA~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SOOO FUNNY~~~ T_T... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. *looks at someone~* fat also nvm la~ lolx.. quite ke ai also.. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111954165509654660?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111954165509654660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111954165509654660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111954165509654660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111954165509654660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg.html' title='OMG...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111953945247761331</id><published>2005-06-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:10:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.m.i.s.s.y.o.u.</title><content type='html'>I'll get straight to the point and not talk about scenery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ewwww~~~ =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111953945247761331?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111953945247761331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111953945247761331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111953945247761331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111953945247761331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/imissyou.html' title='I.m.i.s.s.y.o.u.'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111945244754156588</id><published>2005-06-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:00:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then i kissed her....</title><content type='html'>i just had the most amazing day...&lt;br /&gt;*on cloud 9* &lt;br /&gt;=D~ *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck 4 ur econs on friday~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we danced I held her tight&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked her home that night&lt;br /&gt;And all the stars were shining bright&lt;br /&gt;And then I kissed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Each time I saw her I couldn’t wait to see her again&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let her know that I was more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I kissed her&lt;br /&gt;And then I kissed her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111945244754156588?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111945244754156588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111945244754156588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111945244754156588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111945244754156588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/then-i-kissed-her.html' title='Then i kissed her....'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111936422795452356</id><published>2005-06-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:35:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>Ouch, Its painful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got scolding from parents, say i never study.. &lt;br /&gt;keep nagging and nagging.. argh.. &lt;br /&gt;cant fnish my revision... &lt;br /&gt;4 subjects.. &lt;br /&gt;should i drop one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, what am i to do, &lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem so clear to me..&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to do, &lt;br /&gt;bout' this burning heart of mine..&lt;br /&gt;oh what am i to say, &lt;br /&gt;or how should i react...&lt;br /&gt;tell me please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111936422795452356?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111936422795452356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111936422795452356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111936422795452356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111936422795452356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111927293366568383</id><published>2005-06-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:08:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest</title><content type='html'>Read pohsi's blog, and... hmmmm... cool.. lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;its really survival of the fittest out there.. &lt;br /&gt;if u are weak, u are nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna study harder for mid-yr.. =X.. &lt;br /&gt;I MUST WORK HARD!!!! ARGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111927293366568383?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111927293366568383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111927293366568383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111927293366568383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111927293366568383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/survival-of-fittest.html' title='Survival of the Fittest'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111917648641980300</id><published>2005-06-19T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:21:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>After long enough of being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must face their share of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own time nobody knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain I was goin’ through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waitin’ was all my heart could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope was all I had until you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can’t see how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the dawn breaking the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise of morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filing the world surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like maybe things will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love’s made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free as a song singin’ forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only yesterday when I was sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past and all it’s tears behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be even brighter than today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I threw my sadness away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my home here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else on earth I’d really rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life waits for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share it with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is about to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is left for us to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=), song very meaningful~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's father's day!!! =X.. lolx.. happy father's day to all!!!! =D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis came home with a huge box today.. guess whats inside? guess guess guess.. haha its the madagascar HIPPO!!!! =D!!! lolx... its huge la.. so i took some pictures of me and IT... lolx.. will post it up later.. =p... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ i changed my blog's background music~ hiak hiak.. nice song k!!! Only Yesterday.. ^_^..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111917648641980300?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111917648641980300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111917648641980300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111917648641980300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111917648641980300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-yesterday.html' title='Only Yesterday...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111911656254593154</id><published>2005-06-19T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:42:42.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalla~ hoi~ lalalalala hoi~!</title><content type='html'>wah, nowadays, everyone the blog first sentence is "DECLARE" something wan.. (eg, pohsi &amp; jialong) ok la, so ah.. i also wanna declare something.. muahahaha.. i wanna declare that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(declaration below:)&lt;br /&gt;I!!! ME!!! I!!! am GOING TO MUG FOR MID YR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx.. aye aye~ what u people thinking of ah? =p &lt;br /&gt;lalalala~ came home LATE coz was OUT with SOMEONE at SOMEWHERE.. &lt;br /&gt;=p.. had a great day.. lalalala~ lolx.. tired now.. &lt;br /&gt;but elated, happy, delirious, buoyant, carefree, cheerful, cheery, chirpy, contented, delighted, ecstatic, euphoric, exhilarated, &lt;s&gt;GAY&lt;/s&gt;, glad, gleeful, high-sprited, in high spirits, jovial, joyful, jubilant, merry, overjoyed, pleased, sunny, thrilled...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111911656254593154?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111911656254593154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111911656254593154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111911656254593154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111911656254593154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/lalalalla-hoi-lalalalala-hoi.html' title='lalalalla~ hoi~ lalalalala hoi~!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111901707097989557</id><published>2005-06-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:04:30.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^...</title><content type='html'>wah damn tired tired today... ~_~... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 4.30 yesterday.. =X... but heehee~ as what she said, Quote:"slept at 4:30am in de morn. but we noe it was well worth. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha~ ^_^.. lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning wake up to go for the NS medical checkup.. slept for like 3hrs.. then zombied to the CMPB.. damn it l.. it took like what, 6 hrs? headache le.. headache the entire day sia.. hmph... ended at around 3 then took bus home with long &amp; slept on the bus.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak, after getting off jiu ran home from the bus stop, which is like damn far from my house la... Zzzz... took something and went out again.. sky was getting dark so scared will rain.. hiak~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to post something.. hiak hiak.. hope u liked what u found in ur mailbox! =p...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; get well soon~ very very soon.. ^_-.. lol.. after receiving ur sms about the mail, lol.. though i was shag like siao liao, head was spinning and wanna faint de gan jue, lol... but hey! lolx, its worthwhile to put that smile on ur face.. which showed in ur sms, which put an idiotic smile on my face too.. lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X... interesting entry... =X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today kana pes D, coz childhood got that heart problem thingy, so pending my "pes" thingy.. going for echo scan on 1st august.. ~_~.. ma fan.. bleah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee~ sleeping early to9~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111901707097989557?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111901707097989557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111901707097989557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111901707097989557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111901707097989557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='^_^...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111893703984043418</id><published>2005-06-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:53:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.s.t.</title><content type='html'>A Lonely Hero~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men would always hope themselves to be a hero, even if not to the general public or a group of people, but at least the eyes of his girl. However, there's a price to pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to mould the image of a "hero", men'd choose not to shed tears. No matter how depressed or hurt he is, he'd never let the girl he loves see him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other to show the toughness of a "hero" he'd never voice his feelings, for fear it'd show his weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero'd like to keep everything at the bottom of his heart, and not share it with the person he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd reply casually: "Since we've known each other for so long, dun you understand me?" Expecting the girl to know how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe women're the wind chimes of men's heart, constantly requiring love and attention, however they're not someone who'd know whats going on in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way women can only partly understand men, but not totally is similar to the way how men can't understand women. You can often hear men complaining about how women are hard to understand, but little did u know its the same the other way round? Simply becoz of the way we were meant to be, we're different in mentalities too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a hero were to be lonely, she'd rather not be a hero.&lt;br /&gt;If a hero were to not shed tears, she would choose not be a hero, as tears are the best comfort to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;If a hero were to be hiding all his feelings. she would definitely not be able qualify for one, coz she'd never be able to hide anything from the one they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah~ dunno why i blogged this also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111893703984043418?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111893703984043418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111893703984043418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111893703984043418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111893703984043418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost.html' title='l.o.s.t.'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111876255603890103</id><published>2005-06-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:22:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there for you...</title><content type='html'>I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111876255603890103?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111876255603890103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111876255603890103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111876255603890103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111876255603890103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111866779948418310</id><published>2005-06-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:03:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays~ Zzz...</title><content type='html'>Went out at about 6 to get something from amk centre.. then when came back, saw this really cute girl.. as in, she's only like 5-6 thats kinda cute girl.. not the... ok nvm.. and she look very ke ai la.. walk like penguin... then i was looking at her.. the next thing i knew.. SHE THREW THE YAKULT BOTTLE IN HER HAND AT ME!!!!! -_-" what did i do sia.. not like i was gonna eat her up or something.. anyway it didnt hit me la.. coz i was quite far away liao.. but.. i still was -_-"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, nothing else happened.. i'm a boring person... oh ya, i have a hair cut... $%^%@#$$^ wanted to wait till after holidays but then my dear mother said, my hair was like crap, and has nagged for like 2 days NON-STOP... so.. ok lo~ she win.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111866779948418310?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111866779948418310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111866779948418310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111866779948418310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111866779948418310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/mondays-zzz.html' title='Mondays~ Zzz...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111841812334413883</id><published>2005-06-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:42:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuckyDay</title><content type='html'>i lost my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare today, SuckyDay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111841812334413883?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111841812334413883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111841812334413883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111841812334413883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111841812334413883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/suckyday.html' title='SuckyDay'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111832426384339826</id><published>2005-06-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:37:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is when u never haf to say i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>saw a nice quote on mindy's blog!&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, its nice, yes yes its meaningful.. &lt;br /&gt;and its:&lt;br /&gt;"love is when u never haf to say i'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up late, coz studied till very late, so ate lunch late, so i gamed... so i kan scolded.. i stopped.. i fell asleep and kana scolded again.. and kana scolded awake.. knn.. pissed, went out.. found someone to accompany me at least.. thanks.. out till about 8, suddenly phone ring.. kana scolding again.. gotta go home.. right now, blog half way, father come in scold again.. yay.. so happy.. forever say i never study, always playing computer.. yay.. got study they also never see.. yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow? tomorrow i'm meeting someone of great importance last time.. dunno what i should feel.. nothing? yea nothing currently.. will stay that way la.. lazy to tink also.. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after tomorrow? watching dragonboat race at bedok.. bedok reservoir there.. oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around there's so many things that reminds us of something,&lt;br /&gt;people, music, sounds, cca, schools, homework, books, paper, pen, buses, bicycle rides, mrt, uniforms, computer, keyboard, movies, movie tickets, shopping malls.. anything? could be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u realise, the solution isnt actually to run away from it.. coz, u cant run forever.. &lt;br /&gt;oh well, just face it, and accept it.. &lt;br /&gt;shit happens, live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111832426384339826?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111832426384339826/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111798998637337211</id><published>2005-06-06T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:46:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my mind set on you~</title><content type='html'>Learn new dance, Heard new song at famine camp... &lt;br /&gt;Kidna tired, so not gonna blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a simple flash for that song.. its irritating.. lol.. i just realised.. lazy to change also.. just dun stare at the flash.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonne take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it’s for real&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know if I put my mind to it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I really can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it’s for real&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know if I put my mind to it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I really can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it,&lt;br /&gt;To do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111798998637337211?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111778783539785902</id><published>2005-06-03T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:38:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap Entry...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had this experience? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Meet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get along well with girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feel attracted to girl and think she is attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell girl that you like her (after getting up the nerve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Girl disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Call girl 47 times, but still no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Finally girl turns up and says "I only like you as a&lt;br /&gt;   friend and sorry if I hurt you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.. What went wrong? Interested party please e-mail to titan_lyy@hotmail.com and prepare $20 consultantion fee to be "enlightened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY's 1st of 1001 ways to make money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To order book(1001 ways to make money), please e-mail to titan_lyy@hotmail.com and prepare $50 for payment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY's 2nd of 1001 ways to make money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho~ time to study~ ho ho ho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111778783539785902?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111778783539785902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111778783539785902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111778783539785902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111778783539785902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/06/crap-entry.html' title='Crap Entry...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111755397764491976</id><published>2005-05-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:39:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Substrates to my Enzymes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i cracked up and said "Cool!" on the first point...&lt;br /&gt;Nodded slightly on the second &amp; third.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i fell off the chair when i saw the fourth point... LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;was she emotional? alright... hmmm... she cries quite often... &lt;br /&gt;moody? kinda like... ya.. 80% of the time.. of reasons = Tired + No Time&lt;br /&gt;difficult to please... lemme see.. KIv first... &lt;br /&gt;o_o.. still lol.. &lt;br /&gt;right now, about the 5th point.. which is really bad for my image.. lol.. i cant say anything, coz i! please look at the next point.. "You don't think happy marriages exist anymore." why becoz!? "you think of love as commitment." therefore in the long run, becoz i just had a failed relationship, i truly believe "Love only works when both people are totally devoted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankew..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111755397764491976?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111755397764491976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111755397764491976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111755397764491976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111755397764491976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/05/substrates-to-my-enzymes.html' title='The Substrates to my Enzymes...'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535689.post-111746039813743962</id><published>2005-05-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:42:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankew Thankew~!!!</title><content type='html'>Wahahahaha~ Frist of all i wanan thank everyone who said happy birthday to me!!!! lolx... + i wanna say THANKEW SO MUCH!!!!! to all those who gave me a present... lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received &lt;br /&gt;a Fila cap from someone special...&lt;br /&gt;a Orange Adidas T-shirt from the Table tennis Team...&lt;br /&gt;a Blue Adidas T-shirt, &lt;br /&gt;a Fox white shirt,&lt;br /&gt;and a NEW HEADPHONE!!! from my Elder sister~&lt;br /&gt;lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; SPECIAL THANKS TO JOYCE TAN!!!! FROM AJC!!! MY PRIMARY SCHOOLMATE!!! + mei nu lolx... For the Cookies And Agar Agar... lolx..&lt;br /&gt;I Love Food!!!! &amp; the cookies are great... *munch* i'm eating them right now... *munch* Joyce~ if u got bake again must gimme some ah~ =p Thankew dear mei~!!! T_T~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahha~ guess what~ last week i smsed into the Newpaper, they a particular page where they ask ya something then u sms in, well i did.. lol.. and they published it!!! On The Newpaper on Sunday... 29/5 MY BIRTHDAY!!!! lolx.. Below~! lolx... kinda lame la... but then.. it was my quote here for the month b4 it was published.. =p.. &lt;br /&gt;Those from nyjc, that is if u remember... we has a ct period last yr where we had to go to the hall to watch a video of some guy who dun have legs at all till waist there.. then he walks by using his hands.. no wheelchairs no clutches... just hands.. remember? yeap.. he said it.. and i remembered it till now.. anyway if u all know his name, do drop a tag.. lol.. he's cool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway scroll down, i'm pushing it down to prevent overlapping of the images... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and do check out the other's too... kinda meaningful leh some... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dun call me bhb when i see my last sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine... i mean.. i didnt expect my one to come out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it did anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie here's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/titan_lyy/TheNewpaper295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ thanks to all who wished me happy birthday~ + my class and frederick who doesnt read my blog and drew a $5 note on my card instead of the real $5 i asked u to staple to my card... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D~ &amp; Guess what!? I GOT THAT SHOE!!!! WOOOOOO~! i went to buy it liao.. haha.. weeeee~ Happie happie~ 3 asics shoes in total liao... wahahhahaha~ nice nice... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway feedback from many people that they get entertained reading my blog... ~_~.. blah~ lol.. i gotta start charging liao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH~!~ just remembered i saw this cute gal which i never noticed in school on sat night when i was at my sch choir.. OMG!!!! she so ke ai la! tmd.. didnt manage to get her contact coz she's constantly with her gigantic group of friends.. never fear~ next time i see her... muahahahaha... she's mine.. lolx.. arts strem de.. no wonder never see b4.. okok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the jokes for da day~ oh + i'm gonna add something which i saw online eons ago, but saw it previously when i was looking thru my folder... its what little kids perceive love as.. its kinda cool... its the last part of my long blog today.. lalala... tomorrow got bio tutorial... ~_~.. gotta rush hw tonight liao.. haix... anyway joke of the day is~~~ *drum roll* *munch on cookies* *drum roll somemore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;Guess!&lt;br /&gt;Guess! &lt;br /&gt;Guess!&lt;br /&gt;Cant get it? Becoz~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wait a min.. i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice joke eh? ... -_-"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine... the real thing below~... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Italian virgins get married and go on their honeymoon. However, they have no idea what they're supposed to do once they get to their hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newlyweds decide to call the groom's mother and get some advice on what to do. The mother says that they should sit on the bed together and snuggle with each other and things should start to happen from there. The newlyweds start to do this but nothing else happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom calls his mother back to find out what to do next. She says they should take their clothes off, get under the covers in bed and nature should takes its course. The bride and groom take his mother's advice but still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls his mother a third time. Getting frustrated with the situation she says, "Listen, just take the biggest thing you have and stick it in her hairiest thing!" and hangs up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he reluctantly calls his mother back, "Well, I have my nose in her armpit. What do I do next?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY: didnt really made the cut eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATHBED CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5/5   Votes: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky was on her deathbed with her husband, John, maintaining a steady vigil by her side. As he held her fragile hand, his warm tears ran silently down his face, splashed onto her face, and roused her from her slumber. She looked up and her pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling John," she whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush, my love," he said. "Go back to sleep. Shhh. Don't talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was insistent. "John," she said in her tired voice. "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you." "There's nothing to confess" replied the weeping John. "It's all right. Everything’s all right, go to sleep now." "No, no. I must die in peace, John. I slept with your brother, your best friend and your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John mustered a pained smile and stroked her hand. "Hush now Becky, don't torment yourself. I know all about it." he said, "Why do you think I poisoned you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY: oh this next one is a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very elderly couple is having an elegant dinner to celebrate their 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man leans forward and says softly to his wife, "Dear, there is something that I must ask you. It has always bothered me that our 10th child never quite looked like the rest of our children. Now I want to assure you that these 75 years have been the most wonderful experience I could have ever hoped for, and your answer cannot take that all away. But, I must know, did he have a different father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife drops her head, unable to look her husband in the eye. She paused for moment and then confessed. "Yes. Yes he did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man is very shaken, the reality of what his wife was admitting hit him harder than he had expected. With a tear in his eye he asks, "Who? Who was he? Who was the father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the old woman drops her head, saying nothing at first as she tried to muster the courage to tell the truth to her husband. Then, finally, she says. "You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAPER SHREDDER&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5/5   Votes: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new office boy stood before the paper shredder looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Need some help?" A secretary walking by asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he replied. "How do you work this thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simple," she said quickly taking the fat report from his hand and feeding it to the shredder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he said as he watched the report disappear, "But where do the copies come out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYY: nice... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the kiddiy thingy here.. lolx... kinda cute for some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toe nails any more. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and&lt;br /&gt;they go out and smell each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like&lt;br /&gt;that. They look gross when they kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you any more. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are two kinds of love: Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars&lt;br /&gt;come out of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You really shouldn't say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean&lt;br /&gt;it, you should say it a lot. People forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535689-111746039813743962?l=mytitan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/feeds/111746039813743962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7535689&amp;postID=111746039813743962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111746039813743962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535689/posts/default/111746039813743962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytitan.blogspot.com/2005/05/thankew-thankew.html' title='Thankew Thankew~!!!'/><author><name>Titan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10926953277260488156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
