<?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-822003167665608583</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:10:17.005+08:00</updated><category term='THE FUTURE I HOLD'/><category term='RELATIONSHIP-WISE'/><category term='я тебя люблю'/><category term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category term='A LITTLE SUMTIN&apos; FOR MY BABY'/><category term='ME AND MYSELF'/><category term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><category term='Quote of the Day'/><title type='text'>Sarcasm is a Pleasure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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"Silent"...&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing called "ethics" and "respect"...&lt;br /&gt;The only time I would be busy with my phone during their presence is when it is really urgent matters that needed to be settled immediately, which is really rare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them?&lt;br /&gt;Every single text or calls are important...&lt;br /&gt;And the phone would always be in front of their eyes, not wanting to miss anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse me with something new please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets just take up the blame...&lt;br /&gt;That is just the way girls are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I am the one with problem, maybe after all, I should learn how not to give a shit even more...&lt;br /&gt;More matters would be less problematic then...&lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend nothing is important...&lt;br /&gt;Unless it is the matter of life and death...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I hate Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3219766908751481350?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3219766908751481350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=3219766908751481350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3219766908751481350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3219766908751481350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-suay-day-where-everything-went.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8960883127508517207</id><published>2012-01-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:13:29.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liter Of Tears ` Remioromen - Kona Yuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cc__4qxyM5c?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a really inhumane person would not be touched by this series...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhh, I miss it too! 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vulgar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you owh blog for keeping me sane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-6620495652456807932?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6620495652456807932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=6620495652456807932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6620495652456807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6620495652456807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/finally-being-able-to-came-up-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-1605631881196122313</id><published>2012-01-23T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T04:13:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance - Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JWR0yQpaL_I?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Happy Chinese New Year to those whom celebrate it... It is better to spend this festive season getting drunk with your family rather than your friends; friends come and go but family bond remains forever... Smile always! :)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese activist commented saying that it is either I am joking or I know Chinese people very well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Not trying to over-state, I would say it is the latter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I have intimately go into depth and submerge myself within modern Chinese lifestyle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I stated "modern" as I am not well versed with how traditional Chinese would actually lead their life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Actually this is quite useless post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But I just had this need to write (type)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Nothing heavy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This is me being lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Or just delaying my sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I hate it when I don't feel like sleeping even though I know I should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Goodnight to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes, you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have a safe journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And I hope you would have enough rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Cos you need to drive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;At any given nights, I will be alright with you going out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But tonight?&lt;br /&gt;You being sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You needing rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You needing energy to drive for hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Just not tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Any other night, I would just feel sad seeing you off from Skype...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tonight is more of worries and frustration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-1605631881196122313?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1605631881196122313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=1605631881196122313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1605631881196122313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1605631881196122313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-chemical-romance-sleep.html' title='My Chemical Romance - Sleep'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JWR0yQpaL_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-6099649564604022386</id><published>2012-01-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:42:33.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;some ppl said guys have to pamper gals n fulfill wat they wan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;but how come no ppl said guys nid to be pampered too???....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;some ppl said guys will change their attitutes after they get into a relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;but how come no ppl said gals oso change theirs too???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;guys nid love too... jz showing in other way round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;guys stil love u too... jz change their ways in loving u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;u r stil in my heart... though i might have change my way of loving u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;communication n repect r fundamentals in a relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;jz tell guys wats inside ur mind... n they'll try to fulfill it... jz dun let them guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Love is simple... jz as d same whn v both crash into each other at d 1st time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;P/s: don't ever try to compare the past with the present as you might also have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;just enjoy your moment with your sweet one and you'll find its really simple and contented...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Facebook status...&lt;br /&gt;Touche'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-6099649564604022386?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6099649564604022386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=6099649564604022386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6099649564604022386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6099649564604022386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-ppl-said-guys-have-to-pamper-gals.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-429426626701259911</id><published>2012-01-22T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:13:39.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Now that you have him, hold him, treasure him from day to day. It's so easy. –Nora (Pete’s Dragon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't make people mad at you for too long, apologize. Don't make people guilt for too long, forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-429426626701259911?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/429426626701259911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=429426626701259911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/429426626701259911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/429426626701259911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-that-you-have-him-hold-him-treasure.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3292364517620214873</id><published>2012-01-21T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T12:14:16.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is not being happy that make us feel grateful; being grateful that make us feel happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3292364517620214873?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3292364517620214873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=3292364517620214873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3292364517620214873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3292364517620214873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-not-being-happy-that-make-us-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4594243452046414016</id><published>2012-01-20T08:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:28:20.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Gives You Hell (Full Narrative Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uxUATkpMQ8A?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her text woke me up this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite ironic considering she told me in her text that she is going to sleep as she just unable to stay awake long enough for me to wake up, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have waken up earlier but I just could not quite get myself up prior to that text....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the drugs and chemicals from the medicine I took really caused my body to be rather weak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I have not exercise for a few days also does not help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;icall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately woke and went online to see if there's the slightest chance if me to catch her online but no luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time like this I wish my phone would magically reload itself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As to this song, some people have always asked me, "What if one day your EXs or your enemies are richer than you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer have always been the same through and through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let them be as it is their life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lead my life for satisfaction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need those little bit of money to get the day by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need those little bit of money to splurge my loved ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need those little bit of money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda problematic as we are living in a capitalist world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm idealistic with the touch of reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4594243452046414016?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4594243452046414016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uxUATkpMQ8A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-1420798003009020831</id><published>2012-01-20T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:50:56.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='я тебя люблю'/><title type='text'>Meg &amp; Dia - My Ugly Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hDtCIotwcdk?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 24 hours ago, she asked me to check my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on Skype, so it kinda made me confused on why would she send me an email...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I open it, I was stunned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a full 5 minutes, I just did not know how to react...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it was not her naked picture, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is like a report on how her day went on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her point of view on how her day went on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The account of her feelings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single of her words, I could just read it and hear her voice as if she is telling me directly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part, she stated that she would do it everyday till the day we meet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In actuality, it is something I thought of when Sabby (one of my EXs) started working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our time online together grew littler (she's in Singapore), and I was squeezing my brain on how to keep in touch with her when I go to the States (the time difference being the main problem), I managed to came up with a method...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall type a long detailed account on my activities for the day by sending her a message on Facebook before I go to bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it did not last long as the crack in our relationship were really big by then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have reached the stage where the insecurities and the exhaustion were rather vast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It failed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when Jocelyn did that, I was stunned to the fact that another person could think of something similar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocelyn have always opined that we were married for 100 years in our past life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to so many things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, this is not the post where I shall describe why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main thing is, this is such a pleasant surprise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd email came in 3 hours ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her voice came through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you miss me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocelyn, I am missing you more than ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept on asking myself, "Were we really married in our past life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-1420798003009020831?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1420798003009020831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=1420798003009020831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1420798003009020831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1420798003009020831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/meg-dia-my-ugly-mouth.html' title='Meg &amp; Dia - My Ugly Mouth'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hDtCIotwcdk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3150120090718759807</id><published>2012-01-18T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:16:05.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='я тебя люблю'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Sexual Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who sometimes makes me go "Ouch!" due to their wit and evil sense of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;humor...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly on an intellectual level...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone I can cuddle with...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I decided all that means that I am &lt;b&gt;Sapiosexual&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;And I have found that girl who can finally satisfy my need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3150120090718759807?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3150120090718759807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=3150120090718759807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3150120090718759807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3150120090718759807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexual-orientation.html' title='Sexual Orientation'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-2888210262396434103</id><published>2012-01-18T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:07:37.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='я тебя люблю'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was driving around just now, one thing was on my mind :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn...&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn...&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she have hugged me yesterday by her car when we were at the airport...&lt;br /&gt;How she would smile at me while looking up to me...&lt;br /&gt;How she would kiss my lips while holding me tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with her by my side, even if the world would end, I would not lie by saying everything will be alright...&lt;br /&gt;But I am pretty sure both of us would be able to work things up and go through challenges together...&lt;br /&gt;We are not perfect...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;The key is to keep on trying to achieve perfection by accepting and fighting the challenges...&lt;br /&gt;Through the good and the bad...&lt;br /&gt;Through the laugh and tears...&lt;br /&gt;Through the smiles and rage...&lt;br /&gt;Through the pleasure and pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my dinosaur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2888210262396434103?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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her service...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but using a scenario &amp;nbsp;with one of my EXs...&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall use it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my classes...&lt;br /&gt;I am busy...&lt;br /&gt;But I check my phone every 5 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;Or I would run as fast as I could to my room whenever I know she is online waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind staying in my room for hours and hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she started to make new friends...&lt;br /&gt;And hangout with them...&lt;br /&gt;Getting the attention of guys...&lt;br /&gt;And a guy whom would ask her to cheat on me... (she didn't believe initially when I told her the guy was into her)&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, everything changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started wondering, whether remaining the same is a wise thing since she have changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started to explore myself on my passions and wanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing you know, she told me I have changed...&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing you know, she told me I am giving her less attention...&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing you know, she told me I am not understanding enough while she's working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just try and blame myself on this one...&lt;br /&gt;I should have just separate our life...&lt;br /&gt;We are not married where 2 lives are united into one...&lt;br /&gt;We are still two different lives...&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is to keep each other...&lt;br /&gt;To share the common ground...&lt;br /&gt;To synchronize more and more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And separating is something I have failed in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover have just left for her Chinese New Year holiday yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;For a month...&lt;br /&gt;Something she has been looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;For her KK is nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Boring...&lt;br /&gt;Cos her hometown is KL...&lt;br /&gt;The urban life...&lt;br /&gt;Where people spend most of their time outside rather than inside...&lt;br /&gt;Where people spend most of their time intoxicated rather than sober...&lt;br /&gt;Where people spend most of their time filling their tummy...&lt;br /&gt;It does get on my nerve knowing those things...&lt;br /&gt;Especially considering most of her closest friends are of the opposite sex...&lt;br /&gt;With 2 of them being her Ex...&lt;br /&gt;(that still feels weird as I am the type that eventually cut off every contact with my Ex's and scandals to avoid old flame and problems)&lt;br /&gt;I know this one month would be a true test to myself actually...&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing I can do is to keep myself busy rather than waiting and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I should go and do things I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best...&lt;br /&gt;But this gonna be a very long journey...&lt;br /&gt;Something I don't quite cherish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I wish I can just feel casual about everything...&lt;br /&gt;Not to care too much...&lt;br /&gt;Not to love too much...&lt;br /&gt;Not to want too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I have learnt plenty from the past failed relationship...&lt;br /&gt;Lets discover what I have learnt then...&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Poison'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4029243473559242945</id><published>2012-01-18T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:07:22.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='я тебя люблю'/><title type='text'>My Baby You by Marc Anthony (with Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MPecU4zeMbA?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit too dramatic, a bit too early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey Love, I'm still gonna dedicate this song just because of the emotions and the tone; never the lyrics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how I always listen to songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just like how I have been loving you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By listening to your emotions and tone... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4029243473559242945?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4029243473559242945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4029243473559242945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4029243473559242945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>There were times when this particular girl would excitedly seek for me and tell her the story of how her day went by with every single detail from A to Z...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;She has never actually asked "hows your day"...&lt;br /&gt;Initially I refused to believe in that...&lt;br /&gt;I would share my stories with her when we talk...&lt;br /&gt;But one day, I decided to give it a test...&lt;br /&gt;The night ends without she asking how my day went by...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to express and share how my day went on especially things I am passionate about...&lt;br /&gt;I would go on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;Things I am interested in does not necessary would be the interest of others...&lt;br /&gt;So, it made me ask myself, "what is the point of sharing with someone whom did not care?"&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every single crazy thing I would do when I am in love...&lt;br /&gt;Being not financially sound does not help the cause...&lt;br /&gt;But still, I just wanna try and make them happy...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;At times, those financial matters are the things that would be the trigger to their happiness...&lt;br /&gt;And could be the trigger to their sadness and envy and jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask, don't tell"&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so nice, but yet unaccountable...&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, since she does it that way, I should do the same...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;When you don't actually have to report, you tend to go corrupt due to the lack of control and supervision...&lt;br /&gt;Just like money laundering...&lt;br /&gt;And the last time I was not in any control, I wreak havoc everywhere I go...&lt;br /&gt;Made me feels confused....&lt;br /&gt;Should I treat like how I am being treated or just be the expressive guy I am...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's with emotional baggage...&lt;br /&gt;I always thought those are heavy baggage...&lt;br /&gt;They filled it in, they should be able to carry that on their own...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;We humans would always have that baggage...&lt;br /&gt;It is just the matter of whether the person carrying it and the content inside is worth it...&lt;br /&gt;But my perceptions made them feel scared to let out their emotions...&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel unimportant...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing, listening and knowing they would rather tell their friend than me...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The One"&lt;br /&gt;"Asshole"&lt;br /&gt;"Soul mate"&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;"Best friend forever"&lt;br /&gt;"Sarcastic Bastard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now...&lt;br /&gt;Being very skeptical, urgh...&lt;br /&gt;The ability to analyze, urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understands now why people whom are rarely exercise their minds are happier...&lt;br /&gt;I do understands now why in an episode of House on why a genius intoxicate himself regularly just to feel happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just think, who the fuck am I thinking the way I think about myself and everybody else...&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;I rarely doubt myself...&lt;br /&gt;And when I do...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaining for who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Ironic how people as they are...&lt;br /&gt;Come, knock me into a state of nothingness and let me be new...&lt;br /&gt;Let me be normal in line of other rather than always being stuck in a fucked up view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for once, there's a genuine answer...&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for once, something elusive meant to exist...&lt;br /&gt;Something unanswerable would answer itself...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to talk about this...&lt;br /&gt;This post...&lt;br /&gt;No matter who the hell you are that would by chance might be reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, the new Ikhwan should try to be more polite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple nice and easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better left alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2692220676953955728?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2692220676953955728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you are not well or angry, it is better to keep quiet as every simple things become an annoyance and irritates you...&lt;br /&gt;Things said would definitely not be a good one...&lt;br /&gt;But life itself is an interesting matter; they love to challenge you at those vital moment when you are at your weakest/vulnerable condition...&lt;br /&gt;Those moments define you as a character...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;Still it would be nice to do away with all these physical inefficiency...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5825068795990555263?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5825068795990555263/comments/default' title='Post 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away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of December, I have been having a series of weird dreams...&lt;br /&gt;And just now, I fell asleep for less than 10 minutes when I had a dream...&lt;br /&gt;I was resting at a balcony on a very high tower...&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to walk away, somebody brings out a roll of big Iranian-style carpet to the balcony and accidentally hits my head...&lt;br /&gt;I managed to hug the carpet but somehow my head feels dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;I lean on the balcony while trying to retrieve my balance...&lt;br /&gt;As I struggle, I felt like I am losing my consciousness and my leg is growing weak...&lt;br /&gt;Tried to call for somebody but no voice came out...&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I lose my consciousness and *poof*, I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late grandma used to tell me that if you fall down in Mecca while performing Hajj and you failed to stand back up, you would fail to wake up...&lt;br /&gt;So, was that something similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do hope if I am about to die, at least there would be a very strong sign and indicator...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would ever truly be prepared but at least some things can be settled...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more I hate than promise unfulfilled...&lt;br /&gt;Though, indicators through dreams shouldn't count as since I was small, my dreams have always been rather colorful and breath-taking...&lt;br /&gt;A strong intuitions with a huge billboard would help~~~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8544205400836739293?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8544205400836739293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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spot...&lt;br /&gt;I let it boil inside...&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, it explodes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I would let it known what kind of asshole I am and the things I'm capable of...&lt;br /&gt;No fancy tricks as based on the past, eventually I will be the one needing to carry the emotional luggage caused by my actions...&lt;br /&gt;I used my mind over and over again to analyze and defeat what my heart wants...&lt;br /&gt;No more rushing...&lt;br /&gt;No more forcing...&lt;br /&gt;Because relationship, is just like a shoe...&lt;br /&gt;If someone is meant for you, they will fit just perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;No forcing, no struggling, no pain...&lt;br /&gt;Freakily, same words uttered by one of my Ex, whom is a playgirl...&lt;br /&gt;But there's truth in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, regarding the pain, it shouldn't be mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody will hurt you, even your own parents...&lt;br /&gt;It is just the matter of finding someone worth bearing the pain for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3342866412487596757?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3342866412487596757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=3342866412487596757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3342866412487596757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/3342866412487596757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/shoe-of-salvation.html' title='Shoe of Salvation'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4133367708086676161</id><published>2012-01-08T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:14:31.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='я тебя люблю'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP-WISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Wedding Bells are Ringing</title><content type='html'>Last week, a big news came to me; one of my good friend have secretly got engaged...&lt;br /&gt;It put me in a spot as to whether I should congratulate him or not as it was his family's choice...&lt;br /&gt;He said it is part of his family's tradition, which is why he did not care to date around during his college time...&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I just wished him all the best and asked him to tag me once the picture of the engagement have been uploaded to Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people get into a relationship, at the heat of the moment, they just could not help but fast forwarding into the future...&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with it but it tend to make you forget what really matters; the Present...&lt;br /&gt;Can you really guarantee that you'd be able to survive the first few months itself?&lt;br /&gt;Using the future as reasoning to end your present happiness, hmmmm, that is rather unwise...&lt;br /&gt;Love will always find its way, somehow or rather...&lt;br /&gt;A true one that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my current relationship?&lt;br /&gt;She thinks we were married for a 100 years in our past life...&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep that for another time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4133367708086676161?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4133367708086676161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4133367708086676161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4133367708086676161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4133367708086676161'/><link 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relationship...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the perfection that I have described about would be how our personality complements each other...&lt;br /&gt;For this one, I am just saying she is perfect as a human being...&lt;br /&gt;I would respect her even if she is my enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can dance and have performed... (even though she insists she can't dance)&lt;br /&gt;She can sing well because she's a former national choir singer...&lt;br /&gt;She is alright with badminton (though her laziness to run suits me well because I love to run) but I'm pretty sure she is a better swimmer than me... &lt;br /&gt;Credit to her that even though she has skin problem which would arise when she do sports or goes under the sun, she would never back down from it...&lt;br /&gt;In fact, never backing down is one of her stupid attributes, something I shall not dwell as it gives me headaches at times...&lt;br /&gt;She possess good people and leadership skills as she has been the Head Girls (if I'm not mistaken) during high school and she was in charge with a few projects in her university...&lt;br /&gt;She is even the Head Editor for her university's editorial...&lt;br /&gt;She was once ranked third in the whole Malaysia for chess...&lt;br /&gt;She was invited to join MENSA...&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to cook and bake...&lt;br /&gt;She is a chemical engineering student whom can play drums,guitar, piano and violin and recently got 4th place in a beauty pageant...&lt;br /&gt;SHE EVEN KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A MOTORCYCLE! EVEN I DON'T KNOW THAT!&lt;br /&gt;So, what is there not to respect about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personality?&lt;br /&gt;Combining with mine?&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA, NEVER PERFECTION...&lt;br /&gt;Would produce something that goes by the name "Destruction"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I am deeply, logically and confusingly in love with this perfect girl... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nSBFIftxgw/TwX_qkaq9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/nL3jSi7B-_I/s1600/DSC_3103_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nSBFIftxgw/TwX_qkaq9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/nL3jSi7B-_I/s320/DSC_3103_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with a Panther's tattoo upon her shoulder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4617093818577917839?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4617093818577917839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4617093818577917839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4617093818577917839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4617093818577917839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-doesnt-exist.html' title='я тебя люблю'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nSBFIftxgw/TwX_qkaq9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/nL3jSi7B-_I/s72-c/DSC_3103_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-823688756069454879</id><published>2012-01-05T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:37:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Once upon a time, something happened to me... It was the sweetest thing could ever be... It was a fantasy, a dream come true... It was the day that I met YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I wish that our first meeting were something magical like that...&lt;br /&gt;The first time me and my love met?&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;Just urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-823688756069454879?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/823688756069454879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=823688756069454879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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type='html'>Suffering from a bad case of gastric at the moment and somehow it made my head dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't sleep because I've slept too much...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my brain is rotting...&lt;br /&gt;And body depreciating...&lt;br /&gt;Just like an old car in an old garage...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-286103124415737102?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/286103124415737102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=286103124415737102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4806784797223709195</id><published>2011-12-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:55:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Post Dedicated to 2011</title><content type='html'>No way in hell I thought somebody would tell me she loves me at the end of this year...&lt;br /&gt;And never in hell I thought somebody would be capable in pushing to the corner to make an ultimatum; to be with her or to remain as a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011...&lt;br /&gt;It almost ends...&lt;br /&gt;And I would safely say, it is the year I tone down everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conferencing &amp;amp; Networking - I would only attend training or seminars when there is no other way out of it or when a good friend really wants me to be there; compared to last year where it would be done almost every week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight - I checked just now, my current weight is 72 kg, the highest number ever but in terms of my body, I would say I have started the year more of a fatty than how I would end it, fitter and more muscular. It would definitely be down to the futsal and my swimming training. No gym needed yo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temper - I pretty much short tempered but I have grew to learn, idiocy is something that can't be cured. There will always exist people whom make a big fuss out of small things or questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partying - During my peak, for 2 weeks straight, one every 2 nights, hahaha. And now, I would only go if someone really wants me to be there for their sake; I won't be going around hunting for parties like how I used to. Ahhhhhhhh, I'm becoming old. But I do miss dancing in the club, definitely I do. Damn you Mr. Dancefloor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laziness - I am still very lazy but when it matters the most, I am quite surprised how I can actually push myself to do stuffs. No more Mr. Extremely Lazy, just Mr. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the year went on, many stuffs were said to and by me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, I shall now list down the quotes that could safely define my year :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may need me in your life but do you really think I need you in my life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go to your heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I am having sex with him but it was you on my mind all along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am really impressed by your performance and I here by inviting you again to be with us next week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your work and effort have been outstanding and everybody in the office feels satisfied with your performance, would you please consider extending your stay with us for another month at least?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey, since your terms will be over soon, would you consider working at the other department please?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asian by birth, Kopites by choice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one is bigger than the club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle, which one is your daughter?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep is for the weak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rather remain single than dating a loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If everything can be solved by working hard, everybody would be a genius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women whom argue logically does not exist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your turning into him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If everything you said is the definition of Love, than it means I'm in love with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationship wise, hahaha, this should be fun...&lt;br /&gt;I started the year loving Sabrina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broke up...&lt;br /&gt;Then, became a monster anddddddddddddddddddd bla bla bla, I am ending the year with a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;A proper one, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I am really scared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike last time where it was all good vibes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is full with bad vibes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single path can go wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, I don't want to lose her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to prove how crazy this is, read the quote after this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Mommy, do you want to meet my gf? If you want, I will bring her to the party tonight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4806784797223709195?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4806784797223709195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4806784797223709195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4806784797223709195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4806784797223709195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-long-post-dedicated-to-2011.html' title='A Very Long Post Dedicated to 2011'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-7759348292221066975</id><published>2011-12-28T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:07:33.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>I thought adding some caffeine can put up the shock I needed into my system to clear up my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Turned out it made it worst...&lt;br /&gt;I need to revert back to my old routine; no caffeine from 12am - 12pm...&lt;br /&gt;Meister Yadayada, YOU OUGHT TO KNOW BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus focus focus...&lt;br /&gt;As time and time again, when I'm thinking with half of my mind, we all know what would happen...&lt;br /&gt;How many times can I be lucky like a cockroach?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cockroach may survive the comet and the big flood (if it actually happened) but they have insecticide nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the borrowed time is shorter than expected after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder at the thought of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to avoid Panadol, heck I've avoided one since July when I was at my worst (for the year)...&lt;br /&gt;But if by 12pm I'm still like this, I guess there's no other way...&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep it off but couldn't...&lt;br /&gt;Though "sleep is for the weak" (a quote from someone), I do need it...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffein, I've vomited you out but WHY DO YOU STILL LINGER?&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7759348292221066975?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7759348292221066975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=7759348292221066975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7759348292221066975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7759348292221066975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8757392540715678718</id><published>2011-12-28T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T04:17:34.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Delight</title><content type='html'>Once the gate is opened, it is very challenging to close it back...&lt;br /&gt;After the sarcasm came out, it have been flowing...&lt;br /&gt;And flowing...&lt;br /&gt;And flowing..&lt;br /&gt;My one month of effort down to the drain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm...&lt;br /&gt;Insult...&lt;br /&gt;Degradation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wonderful but yet I sound like a fool~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8757392540715678718?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8757392540715678718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=8757392540715678718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8757392540715678718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8757392540715678718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinful-delight.html' title='Sinful Delight'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8208311335713545731</id><published>2011-12-28T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:27:05.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lloyd - Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) ft. Andre 3000</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CrQAdM581Pk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an awesome song but I never expect the lyrics to be "awesome" as well! XDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit of mine in listening to a song; I would just concentrate on the sound and the beat of it and the lyrics would be heed upon some other time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8208311335713545731?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8208311335713545731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=8208311335713545731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8208311335713545731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8208311335713545731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/lloyd-dedication-to-my-ex-miss-that-ft.html' title='Lloyd - Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) ft. Andre 3000'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CrQAdM581Pk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8288212658486692563</id><published>2011-12-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:24:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, it would promise a long train of thought due to the freshness of the mind...&lt;br /&gt;But when your pounding head is the one whom woke you up rather than the normal wake up, I highly doubt so but lets try anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree you tell people that you're gonna do would gives many effect on their reactions, topics they would discuss with you and how they shall behave around you...&lt;br /&gt;If you tell them you're doing the Law degree, immediately people would touch politics and start complaining...&lt;br /&gt;If you tell them you're doing the Psychology degree, they would be worrying that you're gonna read their minds and thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the misconception is fun to be observed, but Psychology is merely the scientific studies of human mind and its function...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make a person a mind reader...&lt;br /&gt;Studying Sociology and Anthropology would shift a person closer to that...&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral Science would push them even closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and analyzing a person is fun but once you're done with figuring it out, the fun fades away...&lt;br /&gt;The only way you can perhaps derive some entertainment when they act beyond their normal behavior, occasionally...&lt;br /&gt;Calculating everything from their backgrounds, past events, social interactions; every reasoning can be forked out eventually...&lt;br /&gt;But it comes with experience to point things out accurately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called Women Instinct is merely their recognition of the absence of information that play with their fear...&lt;br /&gt;But "Instinct" is a powerful tool for those whom hone it...&lt;br /&gt;And my "Instinct" says I should stop this article right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Senor &amp;amp; Senorita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8288212658486692563?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8288212658486692563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4127892102308287065</id><published>2011-12-26T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:40:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is there not to like about someone that gives you the feeling of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;The constant mind challenge and sneakiness...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we even talked about the theoretical physics regarding 4th dimension when we were drunk, WHO DOES THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure if we decided to step it up another level, some of the things would change...&lt;br /&gt;More expectation, more attachment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and analyzing everything, I do want you...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling with my heart, I just don't want you...&lt;br /&gt;You are not ready on so many level...&lt;br /&gt;So many things you are unable to feel or do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do we go from here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4127892102308287065?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4127892102308287065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4127892102308287065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4127892102308287065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4127892102308287065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-there-not-to-like-about-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-7315772537651217143</id><published>2011-12-26T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:35:30.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always thought my ability to pick up any sport was due to my father's gene..&lt;br /&gt;Takraw, badminton, tennis, swimming, basketball, football, volleyball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out my mom actually has her fair share of contributions...&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, bowling, ice skating, basketball and for the love of God, HOCKEY!&lt;br /&gt;Really didn't expect the last one...&lt;br /&gt;And she actually played saxophone last time!&lt;br /&gt;She can pick up piano easily and not to mention guitar...&lt;br /&gt;You never failed to surprise me superwoman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7315772537651217143?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7315772537651217143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=7315772537651217143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7315772537651217143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gX-04oKskFs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-9087796628624376857</id><published>2011-12-24T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:26:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>My Little Princess, I could never be mad to her for long...&lt;br /&gt;But she have made me realize my limit actually...&lt;br /&gt;I can only tolerate people whom are not brattier than her...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone whom is more spoiled than her, I would find them as annoyance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bar has been set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my sister help around a lot in the house with the chores, any other than that is just unacceptable...&lt;br /&gt;I do spoil her but that does not mean she is immune from my wrath when she is at wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only leniency allowed would be my girl can be :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a little bit fatter than her since finding someone whom as fit as her means I can only date an athlete :-S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shorter than her because the way things are going, she would be very tall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, whoever that person in the future can;t be dumber, can't sing, can't dance, can't be a coward, can't be afraid of the sun and the list would go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more extra guidelines such as the ability and the guts to do bungee jumping...&lt;br /&gt;For every so-called "weird" criteria, I have my own reasoning why...&lt;br /&gt;And it is a calculated and psychological based...&lt;br /&gt;For the bungee-jumping, I won't do it because I don't want to let my life depend on a mere rope...&lt;br /&gt;I only believe my life is on my own hand as much as I could...&lt;br /&gt;So, I need someone whom would have the guts when I don't...&lt;br /&gt;As much as similarity is the key to a great relationship, complimentary attributes would be fundamental in prolonging it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many No-No's, I'm not scared anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I rather remain single than dating losers or end up someone I won't be happy with...&lt;br /&gt;I stand with my principle, marriage is a very sacred thing...&lt;br /&gt;Not a mere back-up plan where you settle down because you are just lonely or just need offsprings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: The One should definitely have no characteristics from this video below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only song that would perfectly describe how much I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, I think it is the cue for me to cut all the attachment...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4972986552084886889?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4972986552084886889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4972986552084886889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4972986552084886889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Greatness does not mean a single thing for me unless you reach perfection or the top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER I score a perfect score OR I am at the top of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to feel happy or satisfied with those normal greatness...&lt;br /&gt;Because it is just normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you have such a high pointer if it is not 4.0.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you score 8.0 for your IELTS if it's not 9.0.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if your percentage is good in class if you're not number 1 in class.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're number 1, if your percentage is less than 90%, in a way, it doesn't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you are not fat because as long as you don't have an abs, you are still fat.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you have represented Malaysia because the world havn't known you yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I go on?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I achieved all that despite the never-ending family instability, financial instability, psychotic EXs whom have crushed my souls during my most vital times, and my degenerating body which is still unresolved living on a borrowed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I managed to charm so many people.&lt;br /&gt;Making friends from drug dealers to CEOs.&lt;br /&gt;Inspire people.&lt;br /&gt;Respectful.&lt;br /&gt;Humorous.&lt;br /&gt;Passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the stuff that would be focused upon is my weaknesses and bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Which at times, I did it due to unavoidable circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be known as the sarcastic, insensitive, lazy, snobbish asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't understand a single thing on why I carry this burden.&lt;br /&gt;I am not that kind-hearted to carry this burden.&lt;br /&gt;However, some things in life are meant to be done.&lt;br /&gt;And only I am capable of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just, how could you possibly understand?&lt;br /&gt;Impossible...&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day, you are just a normal person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You maybe good at one point but I will always be better than you in many points...&lt;br /&gt;I will always be capable of outdoing you, it is just the matter of whether I want it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't feel this low for such a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I felt happy for a moment for getting 8.0...&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's never gonna be enough eh?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't attend a single class, even though I just did 2 hours of online training...&lt;br /&gt;Owh, perhaps I should tell you all that...&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, I should tell you that I even sleep during the test itself...&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya, perhaps with more effort, I could've got 9.0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of you, effort doesn't actually matters...&lt;br /&gt;Only the end-result matters...&lt;br /&gt;Only for me that is...&lt;br /&gt;Because for the rest, they are allowed to be dumb...&lt;br /&gt;And stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking rest my case!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5933784025397236723?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5933784025397236723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5933784025397236723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5933784025397236723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5933784025397236723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-would-never-understand-this.html' title=''/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5897837186594005639</id><published>2011-12-19T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:24:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ridiculous Things You Probably Believe About Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_18911_5-ridiculous-things-you-probably-believe-about-islam.html?wa_user1=2&amp;amp;wa_user2=Weird+World&amp;amp;wa_user3=article&amp;amp;wa_user4=recommended"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/article_18911_5-ridiculous-things-you-probably-believe-about-islam.html?wa_user1=2&amp;amp;wa_user2=Weird+World&amp;amp;wa_user3=article&amp;amp;wa_user4=recommended&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very much of a good muslim but this article is good...&lt;br /&gt;Islamophobic is the new Anti-Semitic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5897837186594005639?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5897837186594005639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5964932474394530754</id><published>2011-12-17T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:12:55.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall take every kind word I can get as the tonic to keep on going as it is rather rare...&lt;br /&gt;But every time it comes, I would know how sincere it would be... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5964932474394530754?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5964932474394530754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4990902850439331485</id><published>2011-12-17T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:47:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and Singapore</title><content type='html'>I was going through my daily rounds of reading the news when I saw an article of a 17 years old boy whom had sex with a 13 years old girl after knowing her for a week, on their first date...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me plenty of story from one of my Ex and her friends...&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, Singapore can be truthfully said have been Westernized way ahead of any Asean countries...&lt;br /&gt;Attempted rape, molestation and many more can happen on the first date itself even though they barely know each other...&lt;br /&gt;And plenty of this stuff have been hushed down as they wouldn't want their parents to know the hanky panky things...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the statistics does not portray the real scenario after all...&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is a very small island after all, news spread very fast...&lt;br /&gt;With plenty of stabbings and dead body found this year, I wonder whether they are still the 2nd safest country in the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4990902850439331485?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4990902850439331485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4990902850439331485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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changed my perspective...&lt;br /&gt;My sister swim at least 5.5km a day and she still have the energy to do other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I just did a little and I rest a lot in between my sessions but my back and joints ache like hell last night...&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad that I have to sleep on the floor to feel comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;But it shall be worth it, I'm pretty sure...&lt;br /&gt;My body feel fit...&lt;br /&gt;It feels so easy to move and it feels so light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another account, I have asked her to teach me piano from the basic since she has proper training...&lt;br /&gt;It was not that bad after all...&lt;br /&gt;I have the fingers for it...&lt;br /&gt;Just need to make it more fluid and flexible...&lt;br /&gt;And more practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reading the notes are quite easy...&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell my Music teacher during high school made it all seems so challenging?&lt;br /&gt;Pffft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough blogging, time for another training...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5308547170859806869?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5308547170859806869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5308547170859806869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5308547170859806869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5308547170859806869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-found-respect.html' title='New Found Respect'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3676271489503213699</id><published>2011-12-13T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:43:05.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly, Butterfly</title><content type='html'>All this chlorine drinking shall be worth it in the end...&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there to master my Freestyle stroke, just need to cut down those calf and make em' stronger...&lt;br /&gt;And when the Butterfly comes, I shall soar!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Butterfly'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-6382628128286101474</id><published>2011-12-11T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:36:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal Rant</title><content type='html'>Today was a better futsal game from me and I was quite proud to the fact that my introduction to the game 2nd time around in a way changed the game...&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to score a goal the way I always loved; via an outer screamer...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I think I know how should I play, like Lucas Leiva...&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, most of them wanted to take a break from futsal for a while...&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-6382628128286101474?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6382628128286101474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=6382628128286101474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6382628128286101474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6382628128286101474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2011/12/futsal-rant.html' title='Futsal 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Reader'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3252810763871447956</id><published>2011-12-10T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:21:50.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Having plenty of close friends from all walk of life is good...&lt;br /&gt;And now one of them have just made me feel better... &lt;br /&gt;I'm more confident now...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3252810763871447956?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-7689472028019272214</id><published>2011-12-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:36:50.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of a Rant</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a very &amp;nbsp;important day for me...&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, I've been exhausted the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;Feel like sleeping early and prepare for it in the morning but, procrastination is never good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays, my phone started to ring a lot...&lt;br /&gt;SMS and phone calls...&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda weird, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my conferencing, training and volunteering and so on long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;So, my phone should be all silent...&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I wake up from my sleep or the moment I get back to my phone after swimming or something like that; there it is, plenty of messages and calls to be returned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I do miss those conferencing and networking and so on...&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I couldn't even miss any calls or emails...&lt;br /&gt;There were once I switched off my phone for a day as I was in Singapore and I didn't check my email at all...&lt;br /&gt;It caused me to miss an invitation to be in a youth council chaired by the current PM and attended by former PM for multiracial and religion stuff; where only 30 youth from different organizations have been hand picked...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even a leader of any organization at that point...&lt;br /&gt;But it was all due to the bond and network I've created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my current hiatus from all these stuff allows me to be closer with those whom have always been there around me but I fail to notice (busy going elsewhere every week) such as my ADP people (Steven and David doesn't count because we somehow would chill out at night) and my futsal people...&lt;br /&gt;I got to know so many people inside the college whereas I used to have more friends outside than inside the college...&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I would be summoned by the College to attend stuff but the hiatus was good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Nations officer in Malaysia know me and gave me a work that rewarded me RM200 for just sharing a bit of my time and knowledge less than half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;I can make money for fun...&lt;br /&gt;Hell, a big media group was asked to approached me and their email was forwarded to me; but I am just not interested...&lt;br /&gt;That's why recently JoEy questioned on why I have decided to be in this state...&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of reasoning and this post won't fit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the main thing now is, I could see the progress of my Lil Princess with my own eyes and her excitement of hearing my voice cheering her with my loud voice which she could hear before she jumps into the water...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she shows that she really wants me to be there everytime she swims; even when it is just a normal practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my mom?&lt;br /&gt;A mother would always be a mother but I've grew to love and appreciate her more as nowadays, I can see the logic behind her every decisions...&lt;br /&gt;She's indeed someone who sees on a long term; even though luck is not quite on her side...&lt;br /&gt;I'll do something about her luck, though magic is not an option, damn! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to the future, I'm pretty much excited as slowly but surely, I can see where my story goes...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, hahaha, it was a really gila day; I'm having a hard time believing some of the stuffs that have happened...&lt;br /&gt;As for tomorrow, it shall be a good one I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7689472028019272214?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7689472028019272214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=7689472028019272214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pkPWw2jSnhI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha, this is definitely video of the year...&lt;br /&gt;Been there..&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing in the video...&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu man, deja vu~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8768511388547510453?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8768511388547510453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=8768511388547510453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3441066851474866730</id><published>2011-12-05T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:33:00.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h_m-BjrxmgI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); "&gt;"A thousand miles seems pretty far but they've got planes and trains﻿ and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line above is definitely the favorite of many listeners of this song; me included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with Tsing the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in love, I became very obsessive and I treat that person as if she's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with...&lt;br /&gt;For every relationships that ended, no matter how it started or what kind of person I end up with, it would take me a very long time to properly moved on...&lt;br /&gt;For every heartbreak, I became wiser but none the stronger...&lt;br /&gt;I would still love in an obsessive way but with different style; coming from the knowledge in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, I feel it is like a curse as I would be the one who came worst off every times...&lt;br /&gt;But Tsing beg to differ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed out it is a gift; when The One finally came along, I'd be able to love her comfortably and truthfully with no holding back...&lt;br /&gt;My efforts would not just be merely acknowledged, but would be appreciated and loved and paraded...&lt;br /&gt;She would not say that she can handle my sarcasm, she'll just tackle it quietly along the way...&lt;br /&gt;When The One comes along, I will know...&lt;br /&gt;No rush as I'm very sure, she's searching for me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till that time?&lt;br /&gt;I will just keep on trying...&lt;br /&gt;Two persons may be destined to fell in love but not to be together...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's life... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3441066851474866730?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3441066851474866730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=3441066851474866730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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think something like &lt;b&gt;"why can't he/she be more like my best friend"&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I do admit, I was guilty of that on few occasions...&lt;br /&gt;But like they say,&lt;b&gt; "the grass always seems greener on the other side"&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Only those in the relationship would know what's the good and bad side of their partner as a whole...&lt;br /&gt;We may see that guy as a very generous guy whom always splurge on his girl but for all we know, that guy actually is emotionally weak and possess deep insecurity...&lt;br /&gt;Or we may think that lady as a very mature and confident lady but she may turned to be a very bossy and arrogant person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the insecurities rising from it...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your girlfriend going out and say&lt;b&gt; "I'm gonna go out and get drunk with the girls" &lt;/b&gt;and the other being &lt;b&gt;"I'm gonna go out and get drunk with the boys"&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It makes a whole lot of difference...&lt;br /&gt;But in the world nowadays where homosexuality exist, we actually need to be careful on both gender...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, kinda weird though but I know many people whom have lost their girl to another girl...&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-1951002971237918337?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1951002971237918337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=1951002971237918337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1951002971237918337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>As I was waiting for my mother to arrive at the airport, I saw a really beautiful girl stepped out of a car...&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, she's hot."&lt;br /&gt;But the next 5 minutes destroyed everything...&lt;br /&gt;Her friend offered her a cigarette and she took it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having experience dating smokers have taught me something; they can try to eat chewing gum or mouth freshener but the moment your lips locked, dang, it taste like charcoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why since that last girl, I've told myself, no matter what, a smoker is a no no...&lt;br /&gt;I'll take lemon or strawberry flavor at any given day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7893241717335548480?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the first day of this national tournament; The President Cup was quite a miracle feat as she managed to be the best swimmer from Sabah for her age group...&lt;br /&gt;However, today showed the real differences between those whom represent Sabah and her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her current coach have warned her and pleaded to her; do not take much rest during this holiday as there is 2 tournament in the January and one of the tournament is vital as it is where Sabah's representative will be chosen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstroke aside, it is a known fact that she's the top 5 swimmer in the whole state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mother would let her stay with me for the holiday in Sabah so that we can both train together; she can improve her physical strength and stamina for her swimming while I can do that for the sake of my futsal and maintaining my own body shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finger crossed*&lt;div 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inconsiderate and many more...&lt;br /&gt;Such an appalling sight that the society nowadays failed to respect the soul of the dead and show empathy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person knows that a life, a soul is important...&lt;br /&gt;And those whom are in their right mind knows that their actions could affect those whom care about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what most people failed to grasp is that THERE MUST BE REASONS on why she committed suicide...&lt;br /&gt;THERE MUST BE REASONS on why she was driven to such state where she did not care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I shall never do such stupid thing"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to mutter those words...&lt;br /&gt;But do we actually know what went on their mind?&lt;br /&gt;What principles they hold and embrace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we remember "Seppuku" or "Harakiri"?&lt;br /&gt;It is an act reserved for Samurai last time where they take their own life by cutting their belly...&lt;br /&gt;It is to maintain their honor rather than falling to the hand of the enemy...&lt;br /&gt;For them, honor and pride is the way of life...&lt;br /&gt;So, if who are we to say that such act is stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not make the world go round but love does make the journey worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and lovers are the thing that maybe priorities in life as they are very much the cause of our happiness and sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;But do remember, no matter what, HAPPINESS IS IN OUR OWN HAND...&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to be happy or to be sad...&lt;br /&gt;For example, a man may let the buzzing noise of a mosquito annoy him till he cannot sleep at night while another man can sleep peacefully despite knowing people are at war and dying everywhere outside his house...&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of decision and choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, choose wisely on how you want to pursue your own happiness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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prefer the me whom are in love rather than the current me...&lt;br /&gt;"Crazier" and more "monstrous"...&lt;br /&gt;I myself not sure what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading back my old posts, I do realize one thing; I have failed to separate myself as an individual from the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;I let the relationship define who I am...&lt;br /&gt;And all of it got jumbled up and mixed up so much that once the relationship have ended, my life ended just like that...&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I became a different person every time my relationships end...&lt;br /&gt;It have managed to affect me so much that I have to withdraw from the world as it is...&lt;br /&gt;Hell, why am I acting as if I got humiliated by the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, I have learned and gotten wiser with every relationship...&lt;br /&gt;By assessing each one, I can utilize the experience for the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not let some part of me just die out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the decision of re-opening this particular blog...&lt;br /&gt;Only this blog have the thrill to make me think...&lt;br /&gt;Only this blog have the motivation for me to write again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello once again to a brand new horizon... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I wonder if there's any more people whom actually would read this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5467460592951106593?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5467460592951106593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5467460592951106593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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phone, I have realized what a really strong character he is when he even managed to tease me and joke with me...&lt;br /&gt;He always stick to one principle,&lt;b&gt; "Life is too short to spend it unhappy and too long to spend it alone"&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me realize lots of things even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am happy to the fact that Liverpool's new signing have scored on his debut...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am happy to the fact that Manchester United have finally lost their unbeaten record...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I have no intention to spend it alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed mutually to break up with my girlfriend recently...&lt;br /&gt;Within the first half an hour, I have realized, that is the biggest mistake I have ever committed...&lt;br /&gt;Regret...&lt;br /&gt;Misery...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me acknowledge to the fact that&lt;i&gt; "regret"&lt;/i&gt; does not exist in my dictionary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best mate kept on questioning the reasoning behind me agreeing to it...&lt;br /&gt;He even said, &lt;b&gt;"You can flaunt your ego around other people, just not with her..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While google-ing for something, this article popped up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bukisa.com/articles/137318_how-do-a-muslim-man-should-treat-his-muslim-wife"&gt;http://www.bukisa.com/articles/137318_how-do-a-muslim-man-should-treat-his-muslim-wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my own legal religion, it teach how a man should treat his lover...&lt;br /&gt;Soft and gentle...&lt;br /&gt;Something which I have not been doing to my baby for such a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way to do it but to try and get her back...&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;b&gt;THE ONLY WAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really love somebody,&amp;nbsp; you should prove it by actions, not all talks...&lt;br /&gt;I should have learned from the history of someone whom is related to me, but I chose to ignore it...&lt;br /&gt;When I have lost her, then only I learned to appreciate her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is indeed stupid...&lt;br /&gt;History are meant to be learned from, not to be observed and heard open...&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance of humanity towards history is the causation of the repetition in disasters and the crumble of dynasties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you ain't around, baby I can't think  &lt;br /&gt;I shoulda put it down, shoulda got that ring  &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can still feel it in the air  &lt;br /&gt;See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a Dream - Nelly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dead star shine, light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;Days go by, give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the end, the shepherd of the damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling away&lt;br /&gt;No longer the lost, no longer the same&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you starting to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you alive if you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever the scars will remain&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, leave me here forever in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight dies, blackout the sky&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone care? Is anybody there?&lt;br /&gt;Take this life, empty inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm already dead, I'll rise to fall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling away&lt;br /&gt;No longer the lost, no longer the same&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you starting to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you alive if you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever the scars will remain&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, leave me here forever in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me, I've come undone&lt;br /&gt;Out of the light of the sun&lt;br /&gt;God, help me, I've come undone&lt;br /&gt;Out of the light of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling away&lt;br /&gt;No longer the lost, no longer the same&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you starting to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you alive if you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever the scars will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;There's something buried in the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are adding to the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;There's something buried in the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are adding to the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;There's something buried in the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Your tears are adding to the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever the scars will remain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give Me a Sign - Breaking Benjamin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on both songs on repeat...&lt;br /&gt;The second song, by &lt;b&gt;Breaking Benjamin&lt;/b&gt; really portrays my situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It have been 4 days since I let you go...&lt;br /&gt;I have become more hypocritical with every second that went by...&lt;br /&gt;I shall not repeat the same mistake...&lt;br /&gt;I shall not let go the only girl that have made me confess to her...&lt;br /&gt;The only girl that managed to with-stand me for such a long time...&lt;br /&gt;If you really love someone, you would go all out for that person...&lt;br /&gt;Until you have nothing in you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will seek the answers for myself first...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Than I will seek you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I come back, I will not be afraid to show to the whole world on how much I love you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/urgentgenius/walk-like-an-egyptian-28em"&gt;"Walk Like an Egyptian"&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7318451132129205688?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4518657707536681352</id><published>2010-12-06T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:19:08.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>How do you accept changes?&lt;br /&gt;It is very painful, but you know it is inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the reality...&lt;br /&gt;The reality affects you as well...&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;You yourself need to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or?&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay true to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;And find the new place that accept you for what you are?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of questions but yet not that easy to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong answer...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe change is necessary for anything...&lt;br /&gt;But it need to happen gradually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When human don't care anymore, they tend to forget about the rest...&lt;br /&gt;Some have fast rate, most have slower rate...&lt;br /&gt;The result?&lt;br /&gt;Pain...&lt;br /&gt;Shock...&lt;br /&gt;And horror...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4518657707536681352?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4518657707536681352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4518657707536681352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Hey Bro, do you have a lighter?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I don't smoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How many girls have you fucked?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I don't fuck around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do you know where to get the cheapest drug?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I don't do drugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You managed to get an 'A'?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I'm not that stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't imagine you liking this kind of thing"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Yes, I love children, story book and cartoons&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't touch this thing, it is very expensive"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I have more money in my pocket than your salary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're very stubborn"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;I was just trying a little bit harder than I should&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite tiring at times...&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for people to take me seriously unless I dress up properly...&lt;br /&gt;I look more like a thug than a geek...&lt;br /&gt;It is even impossible for people to think better of me...&lt;br /&gt;They would relate me more to negativity rather than positivity...&lt;br /&gt;Being blonde, with spikey hair, flip flops, sitting at the back of the class, walking alone...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the &lt;i&gt;"don't judge a book by its cover"&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;First impression...&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looks can be deceiving...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Stereotypes'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4533485492549854012</id><published>2010-11-29T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T05:37:25.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>It came to my attention that someone whom I knew was a homosexual in the past now with someone from the opposite sex...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, did that person told the partner about his/her past?&lt;br /&gt;The past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm not so sure what's my stand on it...&lt;br /&gt;Should the past be revealed?&lt;br /&gt;It would bring unnecessary hurt...&lt;br /&gt;But the past is the one whom shaped the present...&lt;br /&gt;And at times, the past can haunt the present...&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss some would say...&lt;br /&gt;But time reveals everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4533485492549854012?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4533485492549854012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4533485492549854012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4533485492549854012'/><link rel='self' 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we would lose our focus...&lt;br /&gt;Which would in turn create a chain of events...&lt;br /&gt;Focus...&lt;br /&gt;Focus...&lt;br /&gt;Focus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2342565796614477208?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2342565796614477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=2342565796614477208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2342565796614477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2342565796614477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/11/focus.html' title='Focus?'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5689217212651007365</id><published>2010-11-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:55:35.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Facebook and The Wall</title><content type='html'>Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;It have evolved on how we humans interact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me setting up my profile to private...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even saw a person made a shoutout just to irk me on that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall...&lt;br /&gt;It is no big deal...&lt;br /&gt;The Wall is a big danger to me...&lt;br /&gt;It made me crave for "Like"...&lt;br /&gt;It made me crave for "Feedbacks"...&lt;br /&gt;It made me crave for attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Wall and I miss it as it is the place for me to try and spread my ideas and thought...&lt;br /&gt;To spread and instill consciousness to the people in my network...&lt;br /&gt;But at the price of my privacy?&lt;br /&gt;I rather not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays don't cherish privacy...&lt;br /&gt;I do...&lt;br /&gt;I cherish it so much...&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you don't know whom you can actually trust within your netowrk...&lt;br /&gt;Those whom observe silently to strike you down without you knowing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Malaysians don't realize it...&lt;br /&gt;Not yet...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they will someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Europe and North America, the danger that Facebook poses were felt...&lt;br /&gt;That is why many people are pulling out of Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalkers...&lt;br /&gt;Paedophiles...&lt;br /&gt;Identity Thefts...&lt;br /&gt;Scams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy...&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter whose heart I will thread...&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I cherish my privacy...&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I know I have enemies whom I'm not sure of...&lt;br /&gt;Whom have hacked my accounts before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as it is, without challenges, it is rather dull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiner?&lt;br /&gt;Take a knife and slit your wrist please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5689217212651007365?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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conducts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is irrelevant to blame his/her childhood or upbringing to justify what is a universally immoral act as not wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed, a great Food for Thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2917228507548410575?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2917228507548410575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=2917228507548410575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE FUTURE I HOLD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>I've Never Expected All This But...</title><content type='html'>I've never expected that one day, I would be so busy during my student life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of stuff to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of place to be at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of people to be deal with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not even separate myself from Internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not even switch off my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I switched off my phone for 24 hours and did not check my email for 24 hours, I have missed the chance to attend a conference which the list of speakers consist of Koh Tsu Koon, Dr. M and our current Prime Minister...&lt;br /&gt;It was the chance to be among a group of 50 youths from all over Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I need to sacrifice my sleeping time for pressing matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I need to sacrifice my money for my public transport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I need to sacrifice my own feelings for others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never expected all this but one thing for sure, I'm loving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have abundance of things to go to and place to be with that I need to reject some of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never expected all this but one thing for sure, I'm loving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met with Karpal Singh few days back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even gave his business card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never expected all this but one thing for sure, I'm loving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what cost though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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But...'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-6321477962444388717</id><published>2010-11-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:22:16.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>My Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/latest-news/linda-anfield-really-is-special"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRESS THIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely be proud to have a wife like that...&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, elegant and most importantly, shows plenty of interest in the husband's passion...&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the match and I saw how our new owner and his wife behaved...&lt;br /&gt;When Liverpool was down, they look gloomy but when Liverpool scored, they jumped from their seats all cheering and clapping looking so happy...&lt;br /&gt;Coming for America, they are not accustomed to Football, only to their own version of American Football...&lt;br /&gt;But after looking at their dedication so far, I'm very impressed...&lt;br /&gt;YNWA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-6321477962444388717?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a person that I've talked to when I played futsal few weeks back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing my situation, he invited me to his room to chill while waiting for the Housemaster...&lt;br /&gt;I refused as I'm still all dirty and smelly from my tennis session...&lt;br /&gt;But he insisted with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was stunned as some of my friends, they knew that I'm in that situation but yet they would just go along with their business...&lt;br /&gt;Even I myself doubt I would do such thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering his room, he offered me dinner, something he bought during dinner...&lt;br /&gt;I refused as I think it was kind enough for him to have me there in his room...&lt;br /&gt;But he poured me a glass of 100Plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching "Wanted"...&lt;br /&gt;But when I said that I still havn't watch it, he immediately restart the movie again...&lt;br /&gt;I went ------------------&amp;gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Housemaster finally came back and I've managed to open my room, somebody came to see me...&lt;br /&gt;It was him...&lt;br /&gt;And he brought along the extra rice he offered to me initially and he insisted me to take it...&lt;br /&gt;"I know you are tired after playing tennis and at least with this, you don't have to go out again to buy your dinner... I know you havn't eat yet..." was the sentences he said to me...&lt;br /&gt;Coming all the way from the other block, I was touched again by his kindness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were merely strangers, someone who met upon a futsal game...&lt;br /&gt;For me, this kind of kindness is just rare...&lt;br /&gt;Very rare indeed when you're willing to go an extra mile for a stranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in this harsh world, there is still exist such a kindness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4495893185414488825?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4495893185414488825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tennis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Football&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Futsal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Street Soccer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basketball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Volleyball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sepak Takraw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wall Climbing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Archery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beach Soccer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beach Volleyball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scuba Diving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Table Tennis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Badminton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Running&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Netball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cricket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rounders/Softball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, what else that I'm capable of doing but I still have not done it?&lt;br /&gt;The game of Frisbee, I will be playing it soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;The game of Rugby, will definitely play it before I fly to the States...&lt;br /&gt;All those gymnastics routine, I am incapable of playing it...&lt;br /&gt;Golf, I am not interested at all...&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8712126406425212286?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, marriage is a very beautiful thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, when I have sent my lover away at the airport, I came across these:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TLF-xwjfS-I/AAAAAAAAALs/UdfNHBAUaCw/s1600/DSC01970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TLF-xwjfS-I/AAAAAAAAALs/UdfNHBAUaCw/s400/DSC01970.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TLGAPG48qHI/AAAAAAAAALw/rhVvikUImEg/s1600/DSC01971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TLGAPG48qHI/AAAAAAAAALw/rhVvikUImEg/s400/DSC01971.JPG" 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/&gt;I immediately stopped by the road side to snap a few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Being a Mini Cooper fan, it was extremely cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding...&lt;br /&gt;My wedding?&lt;br /&gt;How would that be?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;It would go against the streotype...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be black...&lt;br /&gt;So black, just like a black parade...&lt;br /&gt;Just like a funeral...&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about the taboo...&lt;br /&gt;But that is of course my part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I want to make it three occasions; mine, hers and ours, there would be plenty of spaces to be creative...&lt;br /&gt;Money would be big though, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But owh well, sometimes, in life, the things you wanted the most is the thing you are deprived off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Lxw_lDchA3A/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5604334843944209228?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5604334843944209228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5604334843944209228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5604334843944209228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5604334843944209228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/10/searched-for-it-searching-for-it.html' title='Searched for it, Searching for it...'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-2434295030242039987</id><published>2010-10-10T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:31:28.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>Ouch, Really Ouch...</title><content type='html'>The whole world is a very vast space but even both Heaven and Earth can't fit you in... Everyone is out there to kill you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Dee received this words which somehow sunk into my heart like how Atlantis sunk into the ocean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to people's stories and desires here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a bit here and there asking for opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle is completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless frustrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless rage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you just can't fit in, do you try to fit in or remain true to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces just doesn't fit anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing in translation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a journey for a wandering soul is never-ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found it after I abstained from the world last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to accept it and move on from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2434295030242039987?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2434295030242039987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=2434295030242039987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2434295030242039987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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even rule the worlds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is always nice when reality hits back at you in the face really hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big blow...&lt;br /&gt;Or even blows...&lt;br /&gt;Coming when you least expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is good...&lt;br /&gt;As it reminds you, that reality is such a harsh thing...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds you&amp;nbsp; who you are...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds you where you stand...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds you everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life itself, is a beautiful adventure but yet a very harsh game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2238547332482937845?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2238547332482937845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3684382511025249639</id><published>2010-09-26T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T06:33:32.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>Versus?</title><content type='html'>The logic that you trust against the instinct which is wild, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In judging and deciding for other people, I use my logic as assessment and observation serves better...&lt;br /&gt;For myself, I choose instinct so that I know I have no regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-3684382511025249639?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;And I shall keep not wondering...&lt;br /&gt;As they may, or may not be, just a myth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2569460303878014231?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2569460303878014231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=2569460303878014231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2569460303878014231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2569460303878014231'/><link rel='alternate' 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surely...&lt;br /&gt;When you know you are losing your stability slowly but surely...&lt;br /&gt;When you know you are losing your outstanding specialty slowly but surely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It does not feel good...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that neither actions or words can change a thing...&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you can never express as some things are better off unsaid...&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it is like a circle where it would go over and over again just like a bad record...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It does not feel good...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As time goes by, so slowly...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And time, can do so much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;:-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will never lie...&lt;br /&gt;As time would always tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much?&lt;br /&gt;See how it goes and act accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;As for now, smile...&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is an agonizing smile...&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is an ironical smile...&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is a painful smile...&lt;br /&gt;Smile...&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know, who might like you for your smile...&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you know it does not feel good...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4232214420463447679?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4232214420463447679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4232214420463447679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me tell you something you already  know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a very mean and  nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your  knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You, me, or nobody  is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's  about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How much you can  take and keep moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's how winning is done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now if you  know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But ya  gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you  ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowards do  that and that ain't you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're better than that!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rocky Balboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Life'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8118770229135533957</id><published>2010-08-21T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:34:24.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>Power and the Never-Ending Question</title><content type='html'>Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely...&lt;br /&gt;It shows how dangerous power is...&lt;br /&gt;However, power is necessary to make changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen how power changed a weak geek thinking he is the next Hitler...&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen how power make someone thirst for fame...&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen how power feed someone's ego to grow fatter and fatter...&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen how power blind people's eye on what is vital in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy is a very dangerous thing and it always come against someone in power...&lt;br /&gt;When you have so many people going against you, that is the moment you know that you are moving above them...&lt;br /&gt;Due to ego and pride, human tends to put down those more superior than them because they want to complement their own ego...&lt;br /&gt;We humans are very self-centered in nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to circumstances, people in power can feel very lonely and very hopeless at times...&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxical thinking does not help to suit with the surrounding norms...&lt;br /&gt;However, people with power will always need to rely on themselves to bring themselves up because they could not afford to be down due to loneliness and could not afford to feel hopeless because they are the ray of hope to many...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a pathetic situation to be in but that is the burden of power because with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Greater power comes greater responsibilities"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;This quote from Spiderman may sounds like a cliche but it portrays the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, are you born with power?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you gain power via authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power is the ability to get things done by mere influence...&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself again, do you have power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8118770229135533957?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8118770229135533957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-1967226301088802332</id><published>2010-08-11T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:57:52.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><title type='text'>Do I Have Any Muslim Reader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Ramadhan Al-Mubarak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The first day of Ramadhan went very well with me with no obvious effect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess going through this phase of life where at times you would not be able to eat for days really managed to help in shaping me to be stronger and tougher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I  laud those non-muslim who would try and fast during the fasting month,  you guys are fantastic! It was proven scientifically that fasting is  beneficial to your health... For those muslim who don't even fast and/or  keep on complaining/whining, shame on you as fasting is never an  excuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Happy Ramadhan once again and I could not help wondering, how many muslim readers do I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-1967226301088802332?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1967226301088802332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=1967226301088802332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1967226301088802332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/1967226301088802332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-i-have-any-muslim-reader.html' title='Do I Have Any Muslim Reader?'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' 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academics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would tell them that school is not the most important thing in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is necessary but not vital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every teacher will preach as if their subject is the most important subject in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will just tell them, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I want you to go to school not because of the qualifications or scholarships or grades but for you to gain knowledge and friends..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I have kids one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My kids would be allowed to search themselves what they like and passionate about in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No doubt I have ambitions for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want lawyers, sportsmen/women, academicians and astronauts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I want them to seek and investigate their inner soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not be like me, who is only passionate about myself and football...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I have kids one day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall ensure that they would study Anthropology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want them to have better understanding on how to play the game of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be skeptic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be sarcastic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be patriotic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Race is irrelevant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nationhood is important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I have kids one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would love to have kids one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hopefully I would have a partner for that when the time comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would not want to be an old man living with pets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate pets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why bother taking care of animal when there is so many humans abandoned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I look at all the lonely people out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeking for attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trying to be different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trying to be loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And keep on trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I have kids one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TE-8XTxRqRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GdpCluq9_dc/s1600/02012009880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TE-8XTxRqRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GdpCluq9_dc/s320/02012009880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4244105192895270651?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4244105192895270651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4244105192895270651&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4244105192895270651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4244105192895270651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-have-kids-one-day.html' title='If I Have Kids One Day'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TE-8XTxRqRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GdpCluq9_dc/s72-c/02012009880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8392670319315456349</id><published>2010-07-20T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:41:31.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE FUTURE I HOLD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>I Want Nobody Nobody But Me</title><content type='html'>I still remember, my first ever motivational talk was in the year 2000...&lt;br /&gt;I would be sitting for my public exam that year, UPSR...&lt;br /&gt;In one of the session, the speaker asked every body to scream with him at the top of their lung "Yes We Can!"&lt;br /&gt;I looked left and right...&lt;br /&gt;My friends, all of them screamed as loud as they can...&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel like doing so...&lt;br /&gt;And I did not do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher of mine saw me...&lt;br /&gt;Nudged my back and asked me to follow suit...&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, raised my hand, but I did not mutter a single word...&lt;br /&gt;My teacher could not see my disobedience as my back was facing her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I have decided something...&lt;br /&gt;Only I myself can motivate me...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what other people say, I would still be indifferent if I choose to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, they were plenty of tough times...&lt;br /&gt;I was even consulted to go and meet psychiatrist...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I managed to pull myself out of depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is plenty of people who care for me...&lt;br /&gt;Always there for me...&lt;br /&gt;But I know, every person is responsible for his/her own happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not god...&lt;br /&gt;It is not parents...&lt;br /&gt;It is not lover...&lt;br /&gt;It is not friends...&lt;br /&gt;It is we, ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;We hold our own happiness...&lt;br /&gt;We are in charge of our own happiness...&lt;br /&gt;We...&lt;br /&gt;We...&lt;br /&gt;We...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, starts with yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Know what is your worth...&lt;br /&gt;And you shall be amazed on what you yourself can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8392670319315456349?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8392670319315456349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=8392670319315456349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8392670319315456349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8392670319315456349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-me.html' title='I Want Nobody Nobody But Me'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5026729017473040034</id><published>2010-07-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:27:41.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>It's So Funny Honey</title><content type='html'>How funny it is when other people think it is funny even though you intended it as a serious request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny it is when other people are made at you and the only think you can do is laugh to avoid yourself from abusing and asserting revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny it is when you have no malice intention but yet it was interpreted as some sort of dark humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny it is when you care about someone out of the feeling of empathy and goodwill and it is being misinterpreted as a hidden agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda interesting what capital letters, bold letters and striking colors can do to affect an article...&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all, my motto of life is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAY WITH ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SARCASM IS A PLEASURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5026729017473040034?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5026729017473040034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5026729017473040034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5026729017473040034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5026729017473040034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-funny-honey.html' title='It&apos;s So Funny Honey'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-6753838293629268170</id><published>2010-07-15T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:59:41.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Frustrations in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Being evil is a privilege...&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can achieve it totally as there is a compassionate side in everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroying a broken heart is fun because it feels like stepping on a small ants which is helpless while destroying an iron-will heart is a challenge as their strength is basically their weaknesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if our heart is really broken, we would have been dead...&lt;br /&gt;So, no point of complaining, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a matter of complaining, it is just a matter of sharing the inner thought...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how useless it seems to be, somehow it lessen up the burden...&lt;br /&gt;But, how do you know whether the listening ears are really interested to hear or really compassionate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are really selfish nature...&lt;br /&gt;We love to hear only ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;That is why everyone loves compliment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what constitutes as a genuine compliment?&lt;br /&gt;A sincere compliment may be thrown but it may be a counted as a mere sweet talk in order to flatter and pull the leg of the recipient...&lt;br /&gt;A form of manipulation perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, human do manipulate each other...&lt;br /&gt;Even the so-called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"unconditional love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by the parents is some form of manipulation to satisfy self interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I do good stuff because when I make other people happy, I am happy too"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Can you see how many &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;s in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is just a game...&lt;br /&gt;It depend on you how to play it right to survive till the end of the game...&lt;br /&gt;Up to you to make yourself a worth remembering character...&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"cheat"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is always exist but again, it is up to you to use it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the eternal battle between good or evil...&lt;br /&gt;What is good and what is evil?&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter of perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective?&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are happy but it comes with responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a lonely place...&lt;br /&gt;And you would die alone eventually into a nothingness...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFE IS AN ADVENTURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;What does not kill you should only make you stronger...&lt;br /&gt;Scars are not there to remind you the pain...&lt;br /&gt;It is there to remind you that you manage to went through it...&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories is never a mistake...&lt;br /&gt;It is just a learning experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life sucks...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just suck it up and look forward with your chin up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TD4H4OLHJCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TreGyhoZ2nU/s1600/huhu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TD4H4OLHJCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TreGyhoZ2nU/s400/huhu.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassadee Pope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; look blazing hot in the latest poster of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey Monday"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When I receive my next allowance, I shall dye my hair to brown color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6753838293629268170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustrations-in-nutshell.html' title='Frustrations in a Nutshell'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/TD4H4OLHJCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TreGyhoZ2nU/s72-c/huhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-23923616434380955</id><published>2010-06-30T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:22:21.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>A Confession of a Lone Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now I feel as if complete strangers, or people I hardly know say  kinder things than the people who&lt;i&gt; are &lt;/i&gt;my friends, or at least I  thought they were?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the strangers see me from a  different perspective?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the people who do know me, know  me too well to pay me compliments?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, one party is seeing  something that the other does not...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Found this from someone's tumblr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This portrayed exactly what I have been trying so hard to express...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A simple &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Miss You"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would not hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A car can crash out of nowhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bomb can detonate just like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A knife can stab from the bleak of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess this is why, I love to travel alone and meet strangers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you are tired of life, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just lie down till life come back to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Creep"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Radiohead is a nice song to sing along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-23923616434380955?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-6282639603639380088</id><published>2010-06-27T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:32:36.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>I'm a Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just like Icarus, who wished to fly as high as possible to reach eternity...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owh Sun, tho are cruel to melt my wing of hope...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just like Medusa, who wished to be loved by Poseidon in every way possible...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owh Athena, tho are cruel to crush my face of beauty...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just like Achilles, who wished to seek revenge thus crush the bones of the enemies...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owh Paris, tho are cruel to stomp my act of fury...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a dreamer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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;The movie &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"October Sky"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Have a Dream"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sang by Westlife would have a rather joyful touch to this rather solemn note employed by me into this poem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-6282639603639380088?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6282639603639380088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=6282639603639380088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6282639603639380088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/6282639603639380088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-dreamer.html' title='I&apos;m a Dreamer'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5354057994062478635</id><published>2010-06-27T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:23:16.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Penat</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mentally exhausted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the cure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes from the motivation of ones self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotionally exhausted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the cure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes from the the will-power of ones self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physically exhausted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the cure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes from the quality rest of ones self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW ABOUT ALL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it drive you to the desolation and isolation of being pushed with your back against the wall at the corner of a dark room?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or just shorten up the little adventure on this place called "Earth" in place of the elusive "White Light" that promised paradise?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you the drive to rise above the occasion like how the turtle won the race against the rabbit with sheer determination and perseverance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should ask yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vest of the best does not necessarily made from the very best material but was worn with the best of confident and the best of match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step behind...&lt;br /&gt;Talk to a stranger about your problem...&lt;br /&gt;Socialize with those whom are familiar but never close to you...&lt;br /&gt;Self reflect...&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror and smile at yourself... &lt;i&gt;(make sure nobody is looking though)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will figure out eventually what is the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know best what is your deepest inquisition and desire~~~ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My Sister's Keeper"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would be relevant to this...&lt;br /&gt;This movie is interesting as it revolve around "choices"...&lt;br /&gt;The theme song with this post would be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Kill"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by 30 Seconds to Mars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5354057994062478635?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5354057994062478635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5354057994062478635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5354057994062478635'/><link rel='self' 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wish stupidity can be cured...&lt;br /&gt;But, can't do much...&lt;br /&gt;The fact that lots of people don't travel meeting up new people says it all...&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it is due to the genes inherited from their parents says it all...&lt;br /&gt;The fact that most Asians dislike the Black People without understanding them says it all...&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Facebook revolutionized people to be attention-seeking says it all...&lt;br /&gt;The fact that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is life...&lt;br /&gt;Each people have a role to play...&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may decide to seek knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;Some may not...&lt;br /&gt;Some may think ignorance is a bliss...&lt;br /&gt;Some may think knowledge is power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THAT IS LIFE!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and watch a movie called "Life is Beautiful"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2696323539458143537?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2696323539458143537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=2696323539458143537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2696323539458143537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/2696323539458143537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-fact-and-some.html' title='I Wish, The Fact and Some'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-7524655413398228773</id><published>2010-05-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:32:59.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Anthropology's Anthem</title><content type='html'>Taking Anthropology as one of my subject this semester is indeed a huge gamble...&lt;br /&gt;But I know I need to take this gamble...&lt;br /&gt;I need to grow up and push myself to the limit...&lt;br /&gt;It was rumored that this subject is the toughest subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I was very arrogant...&lt;br /&gt;I took a few subjects with the thought of free A's...&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that it is not an easy as I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it spelled doom and damnation...&lt;br /&gt;My CGPA dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most college students would just be happy and contented with passing their subject...&lt;br /&gt;Would that create the competitive spirit in me?&lt;br /&gt;A definite NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am more than ecstatic to see Zachary in the Anthropology class...&lt;br /&gt;He entered our course last semester and rumored to have a brilliant academic prowess...&lt;br /&gt;Understandably, he justified himself with the ambition to pursue Aerospace Engineering and the ability to speak in Russian language...&lt;br /&gt;Though, the fact that I have never seen him anywhere else except for the class still disturbs me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled (since I have never go head-to-head with him in a subject), I openly asked Benny and Avin to join this subject too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny have the extra zeal in the manner that he have full controls of what he wants to do and achieve...&lt;br /&gt;His 4.00 CGPA is not just for show...&lt;br /&gt;He is the ideal student for every lecturer...&lt;br /&gt;Owh, Benny is in the same batch with Zachary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avin is the guy whom would play DOTA with us till the wee hour and still bang an A...&lt;br /&gt;He plays football with us, club with us and date with his sweet and lovely girlfriend till way past midnight...&lt;br /&gt;In short, Avin have a great social life but still bang an A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I am not being arrogant when I challenged them to enter this subject and fight it out...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna pit myself against these people whom I see have different strength that stands out...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bring out the best in me to rise to the challenge that they would provide...&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to be contented with only an A...&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the joy of a challenge...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna enjoy my every second of studying...&lt;br /&gt;And definitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANNA ENJOY MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7524655413398228773?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7524655413398228773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=7524655413398228773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7524655413398228773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7524655413398228773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/anthropologys-anthem.html' title='Anthropology&apos;s Anthem'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5288717752927987469</id><published>2010-05-14T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:11:40.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In this world, there is no one without desire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those who say "&lt;b&gt;I Wish For Nothing"&lt;/b&gt; simply does not understand their inner heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what is your desire then?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:-) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5288717752927987469?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5288717752927987469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5288717752927987469&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5288717752927987469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5288717752927987469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-2751951070974061435</id><published>2010-05-08T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:35:19.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP-WISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>People should be doubted...&lt;br /&gt;Many people misunderstand this concept...&lt;br /&gt;Doubting people is simply a part of trying to get to know them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Trust"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The act is without a doubt a very noble one...&lt;br /&gt;But you know, what many people do, that they call &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"trust"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, is actually giving up trying to understand others...&lt;br /&gt;And that has nothing to do with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"trust" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;but is rather &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"apathy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There are countless people out there fail to realize that apathy is a far more devastating then act than doubting others...&lt;br /&gt;The true evil is becoming apathetic about other people...&lt;br /&gt;They hadn't the slightest clue what they were doing...&lt;br /&gt;Simply because they were trying to avoid picturing just how much pain they were inflicting on others by their actions, not giving it a single thought, a complete state of apathy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt them...&lt;br /&gt;Question them...&lt;br /&gt;And take a good look into their hearts...&lt;br /&gt;Humans are the kind of beings that can't put their pain into words after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Liar Game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-2751951070974061435?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2751951070974061435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-1048124431343049233</id><published>2010-05-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:23:59.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP-WISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Kitchen Affair</title><content type='html'>I do not know what is going on with the world nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that plenty of girls nowadays do not even know how to cook...&lt;br /&gt;They would jokingly say &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I know how to cook instant noodle"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"fry an egg"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but hey, ain't funny at all...&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look at the world's famous chef, most of them are guys!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Oliver...&lt;br /&gt;Chef Wan Redzuan...&lt;br /&gt;The dude from Hell's Kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The females answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Just eat outside"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"we're too tired to cook"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"it's a hard work to do it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Where is the feminine side in you then?&lt;br /&gt;You can give plenty of reasoning but hey, if you wanna impress a guy, the best way is always to impress him with your cooking...&lt;br /&gt;Flaunting your beauty?&lt;br /&gt;It shall depreciate with time...&lt;br /&gt;Cooking?&lt;br /&gt;It last for a life time...&lt;br /&gt;If not, why do you think that we always love our own mother's cooking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-1048124431343049233?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-4441598822500242060</id><published>2010-05-06T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:47:39.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regret is a powerful poison...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more you harbor those thoughts, the harder it is to move on...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take that part of your heart and throw it away...&lt;br /&gt;Only concentrate on what you are able to do from here on...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---Psyren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-4441598822500242060?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4441598822500242060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=4441598822500242060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4441598822500242060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/4441598822500242060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-9000113143992162916</id><published>2010-05-01T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:40:05.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME AND MYSELF'/><title type='text'>Takoyaki, Pistachio and Friends</title><content type='html'>I woke up so fresh from another weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went online to write about my dream...&lt;br /&gt;I have been having weird dreams, so, no harm in sharing I guess...&lt;br /&gt;However, a few things happened and the delays prolonged...&lt;br /&gt;So, there it goes out of the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am craving for Takoyaki...&lt;br /&gt;At Singapore the other day, they have it but it is ham...&lt;br /&gt;No thank you please...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the stall ran out of it...&lt;br /&gt;Darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for Pistachio...&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine tricked me into opening my Pistachio stock which I have been saving during my good financial days...&lt;br /&gt;He promised to buy for me the following day but he never did...&lt;br /&gt;Screw it...&lt;br /&gt;I really want Pistachio...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinder Bueno...&lt;br /&gt;Craving it...&lt;br /&gt;When I was hanging out with Blushy aka Blushing Hippo, I have decided to buy Snickers as it have been a while...&lt;br /&gt;It tasted heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;Snickers is very yummy...&lt;br /&gt;Still, Kinder Bueno...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 3 things that I am craving for even though I have never experienced it...&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Dazs...&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's...&lt;br /&gt;And watching movie in 3D...&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Dazs due to my A Level time where me and my friends would go the nearest gas station from our college during our break and just stand in front of it without having the balls to actually buy it...&lt;br /&gt;Expensive...&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, my lover always wanted to bring me there but due to series of misfortune, now, that is just a dream...&lt;br /&gt;3D movie...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, really have no luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since today is Labour Day, I will have a break from any boundary or chain that refrain me from having and enjoying all of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Takoyaki,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYHxCafDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bvZPeQb_wlI/s1600/tako.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYHxCafDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bvZPeQb_wlI/s320/tako.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pistachio,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYVzHue9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/On6efTFTGtc/s1600/pistachio_ad_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYVzHue9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/On6efTFTGtc/s400/pistachio_ad_250.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kinder Bueno,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYh50gzvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CdvKkeD7L6o/s1600/kinder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYh50gzvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CdvKkeD7L6o/s400/kinder.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haagen Dazs ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYxuxQlFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gLtNANyLVfk/s1600/HaagenDazs01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vYxuxQlFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gLtNANyLVfk/s400/HaagenDazs01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vZGLTKJKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DS6Nt-rQN-0/s1600/Ben-and-Jerrys-Yes-Pecan-Foreign-version.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9vZGLTKJKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DS6Nt-rQN-0/s400/Ben-and-Jerrys-Yes-Pecan-Foreign-version.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shall enjoy all of you before the month of June arrives!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-9000113143992162916?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9000113143992162916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=9000113143992162916&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/9000113143992162916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Let It Be</title><content type='html'>Expectation can lead to frustration...&lt;br /&gt;Frustration towards life can transform into depression...&lt;br /&gt;All of this happened due to lack of action...&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a degradation, feels like no appreciation...&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, just show some affection...&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, it is part of infatuation...&lt;br /&gt;The inclination sometimes encourage hibernation...&lt;br /&gt;But taking everything into consideration,&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, just another frustrating action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9kUz5saC9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yF0u_LaDU5w/s1600/s_sad_face1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9kUz5saC9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yF0u_LaDU5w/s72-c/s_sad_face1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-5860722396583100155</id><published>2010-04-29T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:49:26.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A LITTLE SUMTIN&apos; FOR MY BABY'/><title type='text'>Did You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know when you dream about a person, that person went to  sleep thinking of you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know when the person you like looks at  you and then looks down, they’re crazy about you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know that when  a person looks at you directly in the eyes they love you more than you  think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know when that person looks at you a lot they can’t live  without you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know when they leave, they say bye too much because  they don’t want to let you go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby that I love you not blindly but logically?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby that I love you not because of guilt or impulse but by a well-thought out merit?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby that loving you is easy because you are so lovely even though you are always angry?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby that I know I always make you angry but I'm too proud to admit it was me and I hate saying sorry?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby I still think I'm not wrong but I say sorry because I want you to stay with me?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Did you know Sabby that I am very sleepy and I just wish you are here to be with me?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Goodnight Sabby...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;And I'm missing you...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Yes Sabby...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;It is me...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black;"&gt;Mr Maybe... &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-5860722396583100155?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5860722396583100155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=5860722396583100155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/5860722396583100155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='RELATIONSHIP-WISE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Hey Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9iMnQ1vazI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UbPw7Ij0yMg/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9iMnQ1vazI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UbPw7Ij0yMg/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-7811643170881261547?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7811643170881261547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=7811643170881261547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7811643170881261547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/7811643170881261547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-baby.html' title='Hey Baby...'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9iMnQ1vazI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UbPw7Ij0yMg/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-3009481410027822662</id><published>2010-04-27T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:42:34.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>The Colors of Our Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In this globalizing world, everything is fast pace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Money money money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast career track...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING IS SUPER DUPER FAST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, most of us have lost out on the important things in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When was the last time you hug your own mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When was the last time you gave a high five to your own brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When was the last time you kissed your own lover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just hope that if one day, I have my own kids, I would not depend on a nanny to raise them up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to be there to see them grow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They may reek and stink and the naughtiest creatures on earth not to mention one of the loudest and always restless &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, they are definitely the colors of our life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I see them running around so care-free with no worries in their eyes, it made me feel so peaceful and at serenity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Their laughter, their energy. &lt;b&gt;IT IS WONDERFUL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The most important thing is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/colors-of-our-life.html' title='The Colors of Our Life...'/><author><name>C.o.V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09981710980492673464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZetEz3WGmyc/TZvYQTzcXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJ_UESJbTpU/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9a9RrBK0_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wSHZiRvMY0w/s72-c/smile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822003167665608583.post-8152945330764149796</id><published>2010-04-27T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:53:22.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSPIRED BY OTHERS'/><title type='text'>Keep on dreaming... Or maybe not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9XQAuWqoMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UPcHzT3wtsE/s1600/the_time_travelers_wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk01yWKtXjQ/S9XQAuWqoMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UPcHzT3wtsE/s320/the_time_travelers_wife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching the movie...&lt;br /&gt;Well, the love that Clare have for Henry is the kind of love that guys nowadays can only dream of...&lt;br /&gt;She only crave and seek attention from the guy she loves...&lt;br /&gt;Girls nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, just give her a little bit of extra attention and she will budge...&lt;br /&gt;Clare was patience enough to wait for him even though he disappeared without any news or trace for 3 weeks on a Christmas eve...&lt;br /&gt;I know a girl who dumped her boyfriend who could not keep in touch with her for 3 weeks just because he was out at another country for a family trip...&lt;br /&gt;Her reasoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I grew to live without you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He was not there when I need him the most"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is not we do not want to be there...&lt;br /&gt;We just could not be there... &lt;br /&gt;We just need you girls to be independent when those time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that movie is definitely interesting and amazing to watch but it just feed the fantasies of guys out there...&lt;br /&gt;Reality is definitely sad...&lt;br /&gt;What a girl needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash, condominium, credit card, car, career and country club's membership...&lt;br /&gt;Owh well...&lt;br /&gt;Does not apply to all of the girls but definitely to most of the girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822003167665608583-8152945330764149796?l=sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8152945330764149796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822003167665608583&amp;postID=8152945330764149796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8152945330764149796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822003167665608583/posts/default/8152945330764149796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmisapleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-on-dreaming-or-maybe-not.html' title='Keep on dreaming... 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