<?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-7882627534318986621</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:52:07.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x do different thing, do thing differently</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-5429131709698717075</id><published>2010-08-08T09:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:58:27.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found This before Depart to Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KiqWZYwndg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KiqWZYwndg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是離別過　就是懷念過　便清楚愛怎出錯&lt;br /&gt;便清楚你真的愛我　但往日我很傻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是常做錯　就是求自我　未珍惜身邊一個&lt;br /&gt;在此生再不想錯過　從年月裡　能全部看清楚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由始至終　只有你一位　難以代替　愛得多仔細&lt;br /&gt;靜看著對方無言語　仍然是覺安慰&lt;br /&gt;明天世間　怎去作估計　和你默契　愛一生一世&lt;br /&gt;是你令人生能完美　誰人及你　等於我一切&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-5429131709698717075?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1927508919291460932</id><published>2009-12-25T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:49:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year after 25 Dec 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xthLlCrHYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xthLlCrHYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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08'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-84326536431328957</id><published>2009-10-11T11:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:37:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh milk &amp; yogurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/StFaq9YayCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N0DBSD69NAA/s1600-h/apple.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/StFaq9YayCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N0DBSD69NAA/s200/apple.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391189923017181218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought of sharing comes into mind straight after I finished a cup of fresh milk which I get it from my refrigerator. Fresh milk is fresh milk as how it is known to be. The same applied to yogurt. To be more specific, yogurt is a product produced by bacterial fermentation of milk, retrieved from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoghurt"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I would like to say bout fresh milk and yogurt rather than the way we new generation might perceive them to be. To undergo fermentation it simply means, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;milk is no longer "new" or "fresh"&lt;/span&gt;. Guess most of you might agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is an opportunity you are attending a gathering of any sort and you noticed a guy bringing along an elder partner. Sarcastic way of speaking by bringing fresh milk and yogurt into your informal conversation may sounds like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude, you prefer yogurt than fresh milk are you?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have great day ahead after reading this. Stalking is not allowed, but no action will be taken if you stalk because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you live your way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-84326536431328957?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/84326536431328957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=84326536431328957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/84326536431328957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/84326536431328957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-milk-yogurt.html' title='Fresh milk &amp; yogurt'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/StFaq9YayCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N0DBSD69NAA/s72-c/apple.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-4069455032210542487</id><published>2009-10-05T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:38:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>Every start comes with an end.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the supports &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the fun time we had all these while.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to mark a full stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye everyone &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-4069455032210542487?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/4069455032210542487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=4069455032210542487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4069455032210542487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4069455032210542487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-5108317563128951914</id><published>2009-08-20T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:46:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'd think about it already, I think our relationship end here. I just can't stand it anymore. Eventhough when we are together, we had fun but now only I know that you are just fooling me!!! I'd spent my money and time on you but you never even bother and appreciate it! Hence you destroy my life and hurt my feelings INCLUDING my left lung! I hope you can accept this fact. Our Relationship stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye...... my CIGARETTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it is time to say good bye to my dear cigarette and worries from my dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-5108317563128951914?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/5108317563128951914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=5108317563128951914&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5108317563128951914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5108317563128951914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-4647717256982020934</id><published>2009-08-13T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:23:04.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>六弄 Coffee Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SoPZ-1-FYSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IvcJw7rbdgk/s1600-h/LiuNong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SoPZ-1-FYSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IvcJw7rbdgk/s320/LiuNong.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369374854418358562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound weird with my title? Yeap, I feel the same way too! This is a book I read recently 六弄咖啡館 by 藤井樹.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expect this is a sad ending love novel with an irrelevant title. Kind of sad and surprise toward the end of the story. Well, a nice book for those who never read love story novel. It reflect some little things that some of us did when we were still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Not recommended for all time love novel readers.&lt;/span&gt; I am sure you will not get what you expect from this book. Targeting on "Winnie The Pooh" series. They will be on my hands when the situation and feeling is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, there is a condition for anyone anticipating. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mandarin is a must, haHaHAhA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-4647717256982020934?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/4647717256982020934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=4647717256982020934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4647717256982020934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4647717256982020934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/08/coffee-bean.html' title='六弄 Coffee Bean'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SoPZ-1-FYSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IvcJw7rbdgk/s72-c/LiuNong.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3872202618629048822</id><published>2009-08-02T02:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:06:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SnSeDzoRBcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/96S2N5mF2AI/s1600-h/decision.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SnSeDzoRBcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/96S2N5mF2AI/s200/decision.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365086844340995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why there are people that make themselves so suffer with some psychological tests&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, those psychological test might reveal something in you that you will never thought of and it may make you feel better or feel worse. In the worst case, there is a question for you "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it so worthy to let something bad you get from a test to bother you so much?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are born with bad tempered parents, you still have the option to try to change them, to ignore them or to abandon them. In most of the case, you will &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; choose to abandon them due to morality value we have with us. Then, it should be easy now, choose the remaining option and try to work it out. Since we are &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; going for the worst case as our heart and mind do &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; want us to then go for the remaining option and work on it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometime, being able to decide on the option that we have with us are a gift&lt;/span&gt;. Orphanage do &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; have the opportunity for that. Please Ҳ try to say they are luckier as they &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; face the bad tempered parents problem. So, if you are given a choice to decide whether to born as an orphanage will you say "yes"? Do not challenge me with "yes" because I am &lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; seeking an answer from you. By the way, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ҳ&lt;/span&gt; get you the opportunity to say "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a decision is not easy but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are weak if you Ҳ free yourself from bothering with psychological test&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-3872202618629048822?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3872202618629048822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3872202618629048822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3872202618629048822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3872202618629048822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/08/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SnSeDzoRBcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/96S2N5mF2AI/s72-c/decision.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3929682253099953709</id><published>2009-07-21T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:08:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry for what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am so evil.&lt;br /&gt;I am bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-3929682253099953709?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3929682253099953709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3929682253099953709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3929682253099953709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3929682253099953709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-6202830867780768294</id><published>2009-07-06T17:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:01:35.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer: Revenge of The Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SlHKPCcb0sI/AAAAAAAAAQU/q7xnz3ZYElc/s1600-h/ROF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SlHKPCcb0sI/AAAAAAAAAQU/q7xnz3ZYElc/s200/ROF.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355283791623213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondering when was the very first time we got to see transformer on our television screen? They are just like old artifact to me, left abandon in my childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might found it kinda attractive to have especially vehicles turned into gigantic robots, some might found it less attractive as time passes by and the idea of transformer is there for years and there is also some that not even realized the existence of them. No matter which category you fall into, there is one things that is for sure. You should not miss The #1 Movie In The World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start looking for rotten bananas and rotten eggs for the intention to have them smashed on me, you should first look for their website which quoted the movie as "The #1 Movie In The World!". There must be a reason for the quote, why not take an opportunity to discover the great movie that achieved the highest Wednesday opening gross in history, bringing in $62 million in North America alone and close to $100 million worldwide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, be part of the hot topic and get hotted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-6202830867780768294?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/6202830867780768294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=6202830867780768294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6202830867780768294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6202830867780768294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformer-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformer: Revenge of The Fallen'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SlHKPCcb0sI/AAAAAAAAAQU/q7xnz3ZYElc/s72-c/ROF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-7134456454588739144</id><published>2009-06-16T15:24:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:26:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SjdkocuykrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wyPNuLFQpuk/s1600-h/right+or+wrong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SjdkocuykrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wyPNuLFQpuk/s320/right+or+wrong.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347853728595743410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How do we justify something whether it is right or wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you ever think of this question before you categorize something as right or wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess you might in return want my answer to this question before you start answering.&lt;br /&gt;To be sincere, I never think of this question until I found it inevitable to get the answer myself for me to keep moving forward. Before i letting you know my complete answer i would rather you read through the article. In the end, the decision is in your hand on how you perceive right or wrong in many situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might found these sentences appear frequently especially in research documentation "based on law of conservation of energy by Einstein, these phenomena is violating .......". Take into consideration of another example, a girl who fall deeply  for a bank robber which she knew the fact that he is a bank robber in the very first place. How would you judge whether the girl is doing the right or the wrong thing for falling for the guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the view of some people, she is not doing anything wrong for falling for a criminal. Instead some might think she is brave for the decision she made. At the other hand, I believed both of her parents will most probably agree with me that she is doing the wrong decision as possible consequences to their daughter's decision is taking into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact i want to let you know here is that by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;judging things based on different perspectives the outcomes is unnecessary the same&lt;/span&gt;. Something right to you might not right to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when you are shopping in a mall, you witness a little boy slapping another little girl on her arm some distance away from you. Once again, how would you judge whether the little boy is doing the right or the wrong thing for slapping another little girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i guess most of you might agree that the boy is wrong for slapping another little girl. What if the truth is that the little boy was trying to get rid of an insect that apparently staying on her arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information available to your extend do alter the way you perceive something being right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt; There are variety of people out there waiting for us to interact with, it will be very difficult to determine whether someone is doing thing right or wrong as we are judging it based on our own perspective and the available information we have in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather try to work out everything in my mind rather than just stopping myself with right or wrong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-7134456454588739144?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Before you take a look at the video clip&lt;br /&gt;Please make an effort to read through the lyric so that&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee you a better experience reading this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I've made up my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To live in memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Of such an old lonesome time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't stop wanting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's useless to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I'll just live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In dreams of yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Those happy hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That we once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Though long ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They still make me blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They say that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Heals a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But time has stood still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Since we've been apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-691a36a4c9cc1986" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title='I can&apos;t stop loving you'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-7345609884513694100</id><published>2009-04-17T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:39:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sees myself as the reflection from thou&lt;br /&gt;I thought m enjoying life&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed playful&lt;br /&gt;It end up bleeding from playful cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand is difficult&lt;br /&gt;The process is exhausting&lt;br /&gt;Understood is not that exciting after all&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius is the reason I found it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-7345609884513694100?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/7345609884513694100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=7345609884513694100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/7345609884513694100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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may start with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To grab as much knowledge and skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To get through tough moments in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To find the right job(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To love your job(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To find and stay with the right person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To love and educate your little one (if you own one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To stay strong if it happen that you lost your precious one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To share out humorous clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I prepared for you @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=84870139415&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-8761787588322732173?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/8761787588322732173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=8761787588322732173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8761787588322732173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8761787588322732173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-not-easy.html' title='Life is not easy'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-6314862927560924999</id><published>2009-01-11T12:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:05:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT ACCURATE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What D.O.B tells about You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your D.O.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1st, 10th, 19th,28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2nd, 11th, 20th,29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3rd, 12th, 21st,30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4th, 13th, 22nd,31st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5th, 14th, 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6th,15th,24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7th,16th,25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8th,17th,26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9th,18th,27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smart, straight talking,&lt;br /&gt;funny, stubborn, hardworking, honest,&lt;br /&gt;jealous on competing basis, kind&lt;br /&gt;hearted, angry, friendly, authorities,&lt;br /&gt;famous person...always want to be and&lt;br /&gt;regarded as first on people position,&lt;br /&gt;they are often like to be independent,&lt;br /&gt;will never be under others, self&lt;br /&gt;confident people!&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely to fall in love in&lt;br /&gt;the younger age, but will get marry&lt;br /&gt;when you mature! You are likely to&lt;br /&gt;have problems with people who have&lt;br /&gt;opposite views and you are most likely&lt;br /&gt;to take revenge over your enemies in a&lt;br /&gt;long time basis. You are a spender,&lt;br /&gt;but you will have a good profession in&lt;br /&gt;the future. If you are guy you will be&lt;br /&gt;very popular that everybody will have&lt;br /&gt;mental attraction and respect at you.&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere from the local&lt;br /&gt;shop to the heart of the parliament&lt;br /&gt;because you are positive and well&lt;br /&gt;talented in numerous issues!! But in&lt;br /&gt;your life you will always have some&lt;br /&gt;people who will work hard to bring you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; your name down. This is undercover!!&lt;br /&gt;Coz of your smart behavior you will be&lt;br /&gt;hated by some people too... Your&lt;br /&gt;family life is very cool, you will&lt;br /&gt;have a very nice partner &amp;amp; wonderful&lt;br /&gt;children... You are pioneer,&lt;br /&gt;independent &amp;amp; original...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is 4,6,8 good match is 3,5,7 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you will be loved by&lt;br /&gt;every one coz your ruler is the Moon&lt;br /&gt;and every one loves the Moon. Well..&lt;br /&gt;you are a person who day dream a lot,&lt;br /&gt;you have very low-self confidence, you&lt;br /&gt;need back up for every move in your&lt;br /&gt;life, you are very much unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Means you do change according to time&lt;br /&gt;and circumstances, kind a selfish,&lt;br /&gt;have a very strong sense of musical,&lt;br /&gt;artistic talent, verbal communication.&lt;br /&gt;Your attitudes are like the Moon,&lt;br /&gt;comes to gloom and fade away so&lt;br /&gt;everybody can expect changes in you.&lt;br /&gt;You can be a next Mahatma Gandhi who&lt;br /&gt;does peace love or you can be a Hitler&lt;br /&gt;who wants to destroy the man kind and&lt;br /&gt;peace (I mean in the community and&lt;br /&gt;your own home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have a deep thought&lt;br /&gt;about your own believe in God you can&lt;br /&gt;feel the difference which will make&lt;br /&gt;you stronger! Most of the time your&lt;br /&gt;words are a kind of would be happening&lt;br /&gt;true! So without any knowledge you can&lt;br /&gt;predict the situation... You will&lt;br /&gt;become poets, writers, any artistic&lt;br /&gt;business people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not strong in love, so you&lt;br /&gt;will be there and here till you get&lt;br /&gt;marry.. If U r a girl you will be a&lt;br /&gt;responsible woman in the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;If U r a man you will involve in&lt;br /&gt;fights &amp;amp; arguments in the family or&lt;br /&gt;vice-versa.. Means you will sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;your life for the goodness sake of&lt;br /&gt;your family....You are gentle ,&lt;br /&gt;intuitive with a broad vision, a power&lt;br /&gt;behind the scenes, well balanced&lt;br /&gt;People!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is 2 ,5 ,9 no other people can put up with you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of hard hearted,&lt;br /&gt;selfish most of the times, religious,&lt;br /&gt;loves to climb up in your life. You&lt;br /&gt;always tend to have lots of problems&lt;br /&gt;within your family in the early stages&lt;br /&gt;but you will put up with everything...&lt;br /&gt;You have the strong word power, pretty&lt;br /&gt;happy face.. so wherever you go always&lt;br /&gt;you have got what you wanted!!! And&lt;br /&gt;from the birth always wanted to work&lt;br /&gt;hard in order to achieve something..&lt;br /&gt;You will not get anything without hard&lt;br /&gt;work! When you reach a man/ woman age&lt;br /&gt;you want other younger once to listen&lt;br /&gt;to you because you want younger people&lt;br /&gt;to respect people older than them. You&lt;br /&gt;do set so many examples to others.&lt;br /&gt;Generally you are not a cool person.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy thing dealing with you.&lt;br /&gt;A tough player you are! But once you&lt;br /&gt;like someone's attitud! e then here&lt;br /&gt;you go, what can I say? It will be a&lt;br /&gt;lasting friendship. You always have&lt;br /&gt;respect from others. Your life seems&lt;br /&gt;to have lots of worries and problems&lt;br /&gt;but sure they won't be long.. You will&lt;br /&gt;always have brilliant kids!!! You love&lt;br /&gt;the money a bit too much so temptation&lt;br /&gt;will push you to endless trying and&lt;br /&gt;trying.. If you are a guy then it's&lt;br /&gt;over. Looking after your family and&lt;br /&gt;help friends, so you will spend a life&lt;br /&gt;time just being generous and kind&lt;br /&gt;(except 21st born men). And number 3s&lt;br /&gt;you will be such an example of how to&lt;br /&gt;be in the culture &amp;amp; life!!! If you are&lt;br /&gt;girl then you have good character and&lt;br /&gt;culture &amp;amp; hardworking attitude. You&lt;br /&gt;always follow. You are a freedom&lt;br /&gt;lover, creative, ambition focused, a&lt;br /&gt;person who brings beauty , hope &amp;amp; joy&lt;br /&gt;to this world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match 5, 9. Good match 1 ,3 ,6 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very stubborn too, very hard&lt;br /&gt;working but unlucky in important&lt;br /&gt;matters in life, very cool, helpful,&lt;br /&gt;you have rough word power.. Might put&lt;br /&gt;lots of people away from you, you may&lt;br /&gt;cause nuisance to others if you are a&lt;br /&gt;man, and you often understands others&lt;br /&gt;and their problems well. If you are a&lt;br /&gt;girl you are very good with studies&lt;br /&gt;and arts. If you are a guy you spend&lt;br /&gt;most of the time after girl friends&lt;br /&gt;(almost) at times, you will have sort&lt;br /&gt;of too much fun life with mates &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;girls. Your friends will spend your&lt;br /&gt;time &amp;amp; money and get away with their&lt;br /&gt;life and you will become empty handed&lt;br /&gt;and don't know what to do.. So be&lt;br /&gt;careful!! You love to spend anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;Your good will is you are always there&lt;br /&gt;to help family and friends. Tell you&lt;br /&gt;what you people are little gem! s,&lt;br /&gt;specially the girls.. You always fall&lt;br /&gt;in love in younger age as well. You&lt;br /&gt;often live with disappointments, for&lt;br /&gt;an example you have got a degree in&lt;br /&gt;some thing.. but you will be&lt;br /&gt;unemployed... or will do very ordinary&lt;br /&gt;jobs. But you will take care of your&lt;br /&gt;family very well...All you need to be&lt;br /&gt;careful of people who will take&lt;br /&gt;advantage of your kind heart. And&lt;br /&gt;beware of your relations too.. You are&lt;br /&gt;radical, patient, persistent, a bit&lt;br /&gt;old-fashioned, you live with&lt;br /&gt;foundation &amp;amp; order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best Match 1, 8. Good match 5 ,6 , 7 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very popular within the&lt;br /&gt;community, you can get things done by&lt;br /&gt;just chatting..to even enemies! You&lt;br /&gt;have a pretty good business mind, you&lt;br /&gt;are often have no-idea what is today&lt;br /&gt;is like, or tomorrow is like, you are&lt;br /&gt;a person who does anything when your&lt;br /&gt;head thinks 'lets do this'. You will&lt;br /&gt;be famous if you open up a business,&lt;br /&gt;get involve in share dealings, music&lt;br /&gt;etc.. Very popular with sense of&lt;br /&gt;humor ,you are the one your friends&lt;br /&gt;and families will always ask for help,&lt;br /&gt;and you are the one actually get money&lt;br /&gt;on credit and help your friends. You&lt;br /&gt;will have more than 1 relationship,&lt;br /&gt;but when u get settle down you will be&lt;br /&gt;a bit selfish anyway. Coz your other&lt;br /&gt;half will have a pretty good amount of&lt;br /&gt;control in you, be careful! You tend&lt;br /&gt;to go for other relationships!&lt;br /&gt;Contacts even you are married at&lt;br /&gt;times 'coz your popularity.. You are&lt;br /&gt;someone who get along with anyone coz&lt;br /&gt;the number 5 is the middle number..&lt;br /&gt;Changes &amp;amp; freedom lovers you are! You&lt;br /&gt;are an explorer with magic on your&lt;br /&gt;face. You learn your life through&lt;br /&gt;experience and it's your best&lt;br /&gt;teacher!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match 1 ,3 ,9. Good match 6 ,8 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooopppss..you are born to enjoy.. You&lt;br /&gt;don't care about others. I mean you&lt;br /&gt;are always want to enjoy your life&lt;br /&gt;time, you are a person... You will be&lt;br /&gt;very good in either education or work&lt;br /&gt;wise or business management! You are&lt;br /&gt;talented, kind (but with only people&lt;br /&gt;who you think are nice), very&lt;br /&gt;beautiful girls and guys, popular and&lt;br /&gt;more than lucky with anything in your&lt;br /&gt;lives. All the goodness does come with&lt;br /&gt;you. Your mind and body is just made&lt;br /&gt;perfect for love. You are lovable by&lt;br /&gt;any other numbers. But if you are a&lt;br /&gt;number 6 man, you will experience kind&lt;br /&gt;of looks from most girls and will&lt;br /&gt;involve in more than few relationships&lt;br /&gt;until you get married. If you are&lt;br /&gt;girl, most of you will get&lt;br /&gt;marry/engaged early. You are ! a&lt;br /&gt;caring person towards your family &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;friends . If you miss the half-way&lt;br /&gt;mark then you are about to suffer&lt;br /&gt;physically and mentally. Generally you&lt;br /&gt;will lead a very good inner-home&lt;br /&gt;happiness with nothing short of. You&lt;br /&gt;are a person of compassion, comfort &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;fairness, domestic responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;good judgment, and after all you can&lt;br /&gt;heal this world wounds to make peace&lt;br /&gt;for every life coz you have the great&lt;br /&gt;power of caring talent to make this&lt;br /&gt;world of love one step further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match 1, 6, 9. Good match 4, 5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got the attraction to anyone&lt;br /&gt;out there, you are realistic, very&lt;br /&gt;confident, happy, such a talented&lt;br /&gt;individual with your education, music,&lt;br /&gt;arts, singing, and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;acting too. You have real problems&lt;br /&gt;with bad temper! If you are a girl,&lt;br /&gt;you are popular with the subjects&lt;br /&gt;listed above. You give up things for&lt;br /&gt;your parents. I mean you value your&lt;br /&gt;family status a lot, you will be in&lt;br /&gt;the top rank when you reach a certain&lt;br /&gt;age. If you are a guy you are popular&lt;br /&gt;with girls, you are a very talented&lt;br /&gt;too. Most of the number 7s face lots&lt;br /&gt;of problems with their marriage life.&lt;br /&gt;Only a very few are happy. You have&lt;br /&gt;everything in your life, but still&lt;br /&gt;always number 7s have some sort of&lt;br /&gt;unfullfilness, such worries all their&lt;br /&gt;lifetime. It's probably the Lord given&lt;br /&gt;you al! l sort of over the standard&lt;br /&gt;humans talents and you are about to&lt;br /&gt;suffer in family life. So you need to&lt;br /&gt;get ready looking for a partner rather&lt;br /&gt;than waiting. If you don't, then you&lt;br /&gt;might end-up single. So take care with&lt;br /&gt;this issue, ok? You are wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;friendly, artistic, happy person. You&lt;br /&gt;are born to contribute lots to this&lt;br /&gt;world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is 2. Good matches are 1,4 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very strong personality,&lt;br /&gt;there's no one out there will&lt;br /&gt;understand you. You are very good at&lt;br /&gt;pointing your finger at some thing and&lt;br /&gt;say 'this is what'.. You are more&lt;br /&gt;likely to suffer from the early ages.&lt;br /&gt;I mean poverty. If your times are not&lt;br /&gt;good you might lose either of your&lt;br /&gt;parent and end up looking after your&lt;br /&gt;entire family. You often suffer all&lt;br /&gt;the way in life. The problems will not&lt;br /&gt;allow you to study further, but you&lt;br /&gt;will learn the life in a very&lt;br /&gt;practical way. You are the one who&lt;br /&gt;will fight for justice and may die in&lt;br /&gt;the war too. You are normally very&lt;br /&gt;reserved with handful of friends and&lt;br /&gt;most of the time live life lonely and&lt;br /&gt;always prepared to help others. Well.&lt;br /&gt;once you get married (which is often&lt;br /&gt;late) then your bad lucks will go away&lt;br /&gt;a bit and you! u become safe. You will&lt;br /&gt;face un-expected problems such as :&lt;br /&gt;the error, government, poisonous&lt;br /&gt;animals, accidents. You are some one&lt;br /&gt;with great discipline, persistence,&lt;br /&gt;courage, strength which will take you&lt;br /&gt;to success. You are a great part of a&lt;br /&gt;family team. You are a fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best match 1 ,4, 8. Good match 5 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Number 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey..you guys are the incompatibles&lt;br /&gt;people in the world. You are so&lt;br /&gt;strong, physically and mentally. You&lt;br /&gt;are often have big-aims. You will work&lt;br /&gt;hard and hard to get there. Normally&lt;br /&gt;you suffer in the early age from&lt;br /&gt;family problems and generally you will&lt;br /&gt;have fighting life. But when you&lt;br /&gt;achieve what you have done, it's&lt;br /&gt;always a big task you have done! You&lt;br /&gt;are so much respected in the&lt;br /&gt;community, you are a person who can&lt;br /&gt;make a challenge and successfully&lt;br /&gt;finish the matter off. You are very&lt;br /&gt;naughty in your younger age, often&lt;br /&gt;beaten up by your parents and involve&lt;br /&gt;in fights and you seemed to have lots&lt;br /&gt;of injuries in your life time. But&lt;br /&gt;when u grow you become calm and macho&lt;br /&gt;type. Love is not an easy matter for&lt;br /&gt;you. You are good in engineering or&lt;br /&gt;banking jobs coz people always trust&lt;br /&gt;you. Your family life is very good,&lt;br /&gt;but will have worries over your&lt;br /&gt;children. Your such qualities are&lt;br /&gt;humanitarian, patient, very wise &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;compassionate. You are born to achieve&lt;br /&gt;targets and serve every one all&lt;br /&gt;equally without any prejudice. You are&lt;br /&gt;totally a role model to anybody in the&lt;br /&gt;world for a great inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best match 3, 5, 6, 9. Good match 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get this from a chain-mail, just for sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7882627534318986621-6314862927560924999?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/6314862927560924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=6314862927560924999&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6314862927560924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6314862927560924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-accurate.html' title='IS IT ACCURATE?'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-9207144155711225450</id><published>2008-12-25T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:03:52.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Christmas chorals do always bring me the feeling of this special day. &lt;div&gt;Among these popular Christmas chorals, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is always my all time favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how many times it was repeated and no matter how is was performed to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always my favourite. I love it so much~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's sing togather guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You better watch out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You better not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Better not pout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’m telling you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He’s making a list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And checking it twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He sees you when you’re sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He knows when you’re awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He knows if you’ve been bad or good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So be good for the goodness sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O! You better watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You better not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Better not pout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’m telling you why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been always a thinking of ceasing this blog as I am not too into it recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway enjoy the once in a year special day and thanks for all the Christmas wishes especially from Fiona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been flooding me with Christmas wishes, and it did successfully made my Christmas a better day :)&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/7882627534318986621-9207144155711225450?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/9207144155711225450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=9207144155711225450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/9207144155711225450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/9207144155711225450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-2008.html' title='Merry Christmas 2008'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-872091393030573062</id><published>2008-12-13T21:15:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:57:30.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SUPGIBL9tlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D4SJNtDmw8M/s1600-h/Bastard1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SUPGIBL9tlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D4SJNtDmw8M/s320/Bastard1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281029268223570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BASTARDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, recently d3ric3  hang out with bastards quite often and feel quite reluctant to blog. Hahaha, back to form 6 life style.  A bunch of bastards doing nonsense stuffs. Let's share some bastards things we did in form 6.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d3ric3 still remember in the entire 2 years in form 6, he submitted 2 Pengajian Am's essays and spent the rest of his PA lessons doing graphs. One thing that d3ric3 salutes himself very much is that the first time he saw the last section summary part in PA paper is when he was taking his STPM exam paper, hahaha. That moment in his mind he say to himself "Why is there a summary part exists in PA paper? Isn't it the last part should be graphs instead?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost the whole class contributed ideas for 2 love letters for 2 of the bastard classmates. d3ric3 can't really remembered the exact contents but more or less it sounds like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;嗨亲爱的XXX妹,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;我是6R1的XXX。如果你认识我，我会很开心.不过不认识也没关系因为这封信的用意就是让你更了解我。第一眼看到你，我已发现我不知不觉已深深被你电到。你就像我的黑夜彩虹（刚好那时电视正播着黑夜彩虹）。经过跟朋友一番讨论，我很伤心因为我发现我没任何优点而我的缺点就是我太多优点。 我的爱好是拜六里拜，全职扶啊婆过马路 and blar blar blar..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When these letters were done, they couldn't believe more that they are actually too talented in writing love letters, hahaha. One of the letter did work out successfully. d3ric3 was wondering how can this could ever happened &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SUPGSldCmqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9mqsQ4ykvho/s1600-h/Bastrads2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SUPGSldCmqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9mqsQ4ykvho/s320/Bastrads2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281210802215586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the talented love letter writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being d3ric3's class rap was always the most unlucky person. He will be our target most of the time for "捞机 " session.  During "捞机 " session few guys will incharged to hold the target in a chair. Then the rest will force the target to admit with the statements thrown to him. If the target refused to do so, they will take off his clothes 1 by 1 until he left an underwear.  The process will be recorded with a camera phone and they will always enjoy themselves watching with the video clips especially when the target try to offence to the majority, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bastards, We are the best!!! HoHoHo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-872091393030573062?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/872091393030573062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=872091393030573062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/872091393030573062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/872091393030573062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/12/bastards.html' title='Bastards!'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SUPGIBL9tlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D4SJNtDmw8M/s72-c/Bastard1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1006566488355187154</id><published>2008-12-07T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:34:08.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>诺言</title><content type='html'>刚刚从msn传来你的问候,顿时人傻下了。&lt;div&gt;今天心情很复杂，原因来自家和她。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;出去了一天，钱包掉了几百块钱，但心却谈谈的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;安慰的是，俩父子没隔夜仇。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这道理我都懂,不过人总是感情动物难免会伤感。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;至于她麻，荣锦都是头脑简单的动物。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;假装感觉不到，认真不起来，经历过，顾虑多了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;被喜欢，真的比喜欢人来得少折磨。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可悲的是日久生情，角色调转了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;庆幸的是，这些日子狗友总在身边。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他们不猪啦！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;猪朋狗友，他们还不配。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;躺在床上，想着想着你对我说过的话。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还记得三年的约定吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我等不到了，数着数着，不多也不少这十二月刚刚满三年了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;三年后的今天，你幸福，我从心地为你快乐。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很不幸的是，你竟然让我不小心在msn里出了点气。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;呵呵，写着写着，我又笑了~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-1006566488355187154?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/1006566488355187154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=1006566488355187154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1006566488355187154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1006566488355187154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='诺言'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-5520552473586477227</id><published>2008-12-04T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:24:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/STemRZD-7dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eU2dUhGVbVA/s1600-h/PC041028a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/STemRZD-7dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eU2dUhGVbVA/s320/PC041028a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275868306203405778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jacket is what it take to make d3ric3 happy ~&lt;div&gt;Like the jacket so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to have the chance to wear it soon~ hohoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-5520552473586477227?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/5520552473586477227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=5520552473586477227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5520552473586477227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5520552473586477227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/12/jacket.html' title='Jacket'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/STemRZD-7dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eU2dUhGVbVA/s72-c/PC041028a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1201387313866980537</id><published>2008-11-26T20:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:10:41.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin, End &amp; Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is approaching the end of my 6 months internship. I believe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;every &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; will be pair with an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt; and both of them shared a common element i.e. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how an event start and how it end, it really don't make big difference to me because I enjoy the processes most of the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have you guys having lunch with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To enjoy, share feelings and learned something in the same company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to mix around with new comers, seniors and supervisors all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to smile when I recall the once in a life time internship for the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to adopt a quote 都誤知你想點! which means I have no idea what is in your mind. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I am suffering from Alzheimer's deasease let me jot down the names of the ppl whose have brighten up my internship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izhar, Alif, Karen, Jennifer, Brandon, Sin Sung, Eileen, Eric, Lilian, Gek Teng, Sarina, Jack, Wee Ye, Swee Guan, Jian Wei, Eddie, Suziken, Alan, Lipsu, Rayz, Jenny, Tai Suan, Yik Siew, Chin Kiong, Li, Mas, Ha, Bell, Sylvia, Fiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is blessed to have you all appeared in my internship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-1201387313866980537?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/1201387313866980537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=1201387313866980537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1201387313866980537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1201387313866980537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/begin-end-changes.html' title='Begin, End &amp; Changes'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-8130235268219185444</id><published>2008-11-18T21:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:31:40.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GET IT CUT AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Can't recall when I've got the intention to have my hair grow until it reaches my shoulder.&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Is it during my primary? "No"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it during my secondary? "I don't think so"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it during my Uni? "Most probably, I guess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, my hair is like bushes in nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will cause me alots of time just to make it look abit tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is, I don't like to spend much time on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored with short hair style! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLG1prDrHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kCaqaexTzfE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLG1prDrHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kCaqaexTzfE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269993138998717554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I'll able to see myself in the mirror with long hair style???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sooner, simply because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I just get my hair cut 2 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still looking forward for that day to come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLOM8IgKfI/AAAAAAAAANc/fznmtOFqPNY/s1600-h/PB130985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLOM8IgKfI/AAAAAAAAANc/fznmtOFqPNY/s200/PB130985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270001235672443378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLNgO3q6fI/AAAAAAAAANU/O-R7ZQRxtks/s1600-h/PB180993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLNgO3q6fI/AAAAAAAAANU/O-R7ZQRxtks/s200/PB180993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270000467608005106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-8130235268219185444?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/8130235268219185444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=8130235268219185444&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8130235268219185444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8130235268219185444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-get-it-cut-again.html' title='I GET IT CUT AGAIN'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SSLG1prDrHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kCaqaexTzfE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1046374482927650870</id><published>2008-11-12T08:14:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:33:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begining of a Day</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I was hesitated to move my body until the phone alarm rang for the second time. The very first thing everyday i wake up is to switch on my laptop screen check on results on my autopiloting MouseHunt &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the results is expected but I am still looking forward for a Lycan mouse for me to proceed to new hunting area. I made into my car at 7.12am after a simply brush up. Everything seem to be as usual except that my radio was tuned into Hitz Fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listened to JJ and Rudy on how these 2 fellas making fun of a college girl, I shake my head and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;. Pity the girl for trying to explain to the morning crew for not lying to the principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; is the best thing I get for starting my day, I switched to Fly Fm as I hate listening to a game which do not allow the saying of "Yes, No, Emm, Erh", answer the question with a question and pauses. It is kinda irritating for hearing almost same thing every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fly FM morning topic for today is "What you would do to reduce the flight ticket?". I shake my head again when some said they will stand for the whole trip just to get a lower price. One of a darling answer I heard was to get ugly steward and stewardess as the flight company can pay lesser for them. Well it is just joking and not humilation. Hopefully they don't get sue for that, I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached office compound, it was approximately 8.00am. I switch to My FM just to hope for a nice song. I was abit dissapointed when the crews were running the quiz which the accumulated price reaches RM7820. It has been quite sometime that no one is able to get away with the price and I felt quite bored with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 44 years old bus driver called in for the quiz. This guy made a second attempts to get the answer right for the first question. "He is not going to make it" this is how I feel in that moment. Then he managed to answer the second question, third, fourth, fifth, sixth... When the timing bell rang while the radio crew reading out the final question and he did managed to answer it and even the extra eleventh question as well. I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; and this guy deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my breakfast and walked into the office and start writing down my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I smile when someone smile. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRordAlTfbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CSAzjQiqbyY/s1600-h/BeginingOfADay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 41px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRordAlTfbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CSAzjQiqbyY/s320/BeginingOfADay.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267570491535883698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-1046374482927650870?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/1046374482927650870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=1046374482927650870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1046374482927650870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1046374482927650870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/begining-of-day.html' title='Begining of a Day'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRordAlTfbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CSAzjQiqbyY/s72-c/BeginingOfADay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-5081759885917872088</id><published>2008-11-08T20:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:51:17.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Sharing - Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you ever wonder to change yourself for a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, you should change to become a better man and not changing yourself for another person. Unless you're not satisfy with yourself, go ahead and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you're to attract a person's attention by sad stuffs going around yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, thing which really need one's attention might not appeared what it should be because you're bugging him/her most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you're to angry for ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, have you fully utilize the divine gives from God to communicate and express your feeling thoroughly to the one who deserve it. You might be getting surprises to have try to express yourself in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world is not responsible to make your life better but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWSQa02ybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UQlaUhpmQyw/s1600-h/Thoughts+Sharing+-+Relationship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 42px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWSQa02ybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UQlaUhpmQyw/s320/Thoughts+Sharing+-+Relationship.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266276150056241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-5081759885917872088?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/5081759885917872088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=5081759885917872088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5081759885917872088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5081759885917872088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-sharing-relationship.html' title='Thoughts Sharing - Relationship'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWSQa02ybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UQlaUhpmQyw/s72-c/Thoughts+Sharing+-+Relationship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3843457985141556465</id><published>2008-11-06T15:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:40:54.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRKlMx1tTBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZftLHOY0cMY/s1600-h/Vacation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRKlMx1tTBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZftLHOY0cMY/s200/Vacation.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265452553305148434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008 is reaching it end soon, so do my internship. Just got a request from a friend asking for a vacation after my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any idea where is the best place I would have&lt;br /&gt;something as below for an overnight trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;delicious food(a must)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh ya, I would like to exclude island from being my list of choice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like to go for 2 person trip in an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-3843457985141556465?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3843457985141556465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3843457985141556465&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3843457985141556465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3843457985141556465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/year-2008-is-reaching-it-end-soon-so-do.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRKlMx1tTBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZftLHOY0cMY/s72-c/Vacation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1044392788222266388</id><published>2008-11-02T12:17:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:13:23.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆里的你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* 是时候回应一位从小一起长大的朋友要求，来一个华文贴 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;回忆里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;开心，伤心，闷闷不乐&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都一起度过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;顿时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心理有那么一种&lt;br /&gt;得一知己死无遗憾&lt;br /&gt;的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;不过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又不能完完全全&lt;br /&gt;地认同这个感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;如果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在离开这世界&lt;br /&gt;毫无犹豫&lt;br /&gt;我会很遗憾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;因为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老子我活了22年&lt;br /&gt;还没结婚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;所&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带着老婆&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(国产车)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;游山戏水&lt;br /&gt;都会格外小心 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* 我的华语还OK吧? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间一秒一秒不快也不慢地走，&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉死党们都一个接一个慢慢步入社会&lt;br /&gt;看见他们为自己的生活而冲刺，&lt;br /&gt;不禁感觉到他们都在闪闪发光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;而我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然是享受着生活咯&lt;br /&gt;为生活而工作,不为工作而生活&lt;br /&gt;那就是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;所以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不必要时,加班还是算了吧!&lt;br /&gt;除了工作,求学时也是入此 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(^.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;倒数&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;一个月结束实习&lt;br /&gt;一年完成大学课程&lt;br /&gt;一年半毕业&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;然后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心情就兴奋起来&lt;br /&gt;原因无他,只是我很肯定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;这些日子我会过得很有回忆!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;因为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆里会有正在读着这篇贴&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=125937802&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="426" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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/7882627534318986621-1044392788222266388?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/1044392788222266388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=1044392788222266388&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1044392788222266388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1044392788222266388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='回忆里的你'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-6568612863392869466</id><published>2008-10-26T12:27:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:10:12.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPH Warehouse Sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SQQGqVMGuZI/AAAAAAAAALk/X-YGOxUANJI/s1600-h/PA260974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SQQGqVMGuZI/AAAAAAAAALk/X-YGOxUANJI/s200/PA260974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261337588987771282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SQQHIcKeL8I/AAAAAAAAALs/JF6IyX5cKs0/s1600-h/PA260978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SQQHIcKeL8I/AAAAAAAAALs/JF6IyX5cKs0/s200/PA260978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261338106256043970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstore warehouse sales is always my favourite place to go. When I noticed the warehouse sales &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;located around my office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the plan of visiting there was running in my mind. I will be excited with books as long as it draw my attention to stay couple of minutes on it reading its sypnosis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan can't bring one go any further without any action taken and I am there the next day after being told of the warehouse sales. The place were congested with crowd and it is hot in temperature. After a brief walk around and scanning I realized almost &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;95% and above of the sales items are fiction reading materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh, I am wasting my time here. This is my first reaction as I am x a fiction lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did discovered some interesting sketch books, the pictures are sentimental, natural and imaginative in nature. I like sketch books most probably because I read alot of comics during my childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was leaving, I found what I am looking for in a little book rack, Oracle Database 10g Express Edition and The Economic Naturalist. If you are not familiar with databases, I will make a simple analog here to let u know databases abit better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Database as its name implies it is used to stored data like an excel worksheet with colums, rows and sheets(tables in database). There are variety of database and I will be listing 3 of them here which are Microsoft Access, MySQL and Oracle. In order to let you to differenciate them, I will like to analog Microsoft Access to a sport shoes, MySQL to a Toyota Camry and Oracle to a test drive Mercedes-Benz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in doubt, it is absolutely x your problem because I am begining my explaination here. Let's say you are traveling a 3km distance to reach your destination. You may choose to run with a comfortable sport shoes, drive with a Toyota Camry or perhaps a test drive Mercedes-Benz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sport shoes is affortable for most of the users as long as you have Microsoft Office installed in your pc but it has a storage limitation of 20mb for Microsoft Access 2003. As for me, Toyota Camry is MySQL, it is a freeware anyone can download it free from the web. It is similar to my dad's Toyota Camry. I can drive it for free but when it running low of fuel I need to use my own money to fill in the fluel which is analogous to the available consultancy and support services provided by MySQL. I owned an Oracle Express Edition with is similar to a test drive Mercedes-Benz it has all what commercial Oracle database 10g has but I am x affortable to own it but to have a test drive(express edition).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplified analog:&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Microsoft Access&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sport Shoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Affortable(most of us have Microsoft Office)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MySQL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Toyota Camry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Free usage(my dad's car)&lt;br /&gt;Consultancy &amp;amp; support is not free(fuel is not free)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oracle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mercedes-Benz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Expensive database, not affortable(test drive)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-6568612863392869466?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/6568612863392869466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=6568612863392869466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6568612863392869466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/6568612863392869466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/mph-warehouse-sales.html' title='MPH Warehouse Sales'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SQQGqVMGuZI/AAAAAAAAALk/X-YGOxUANJI/s72-c/PA260974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3726874842116177428</id><published>2008-10-19T11:43:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:41:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MouseHunt 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrDauJA7_I/AAAAAAAAALM/AhcKUMhQZ-o/s1600-h/MouseHunt+2.0+-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrDauJA7_I/AAAAAAAAALM/AhcKUMhQZ-o/s320/MouseHunt+2.0+-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258730378738331634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Attention facebook users!&lt;/span&gt; Are you spending most of the time in front your pc during office hour? Do you need emotional refreshment for your rotating daily work routine for the past couple of week, month or even year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your dulling day a change by simply add an interesting application MouseHunt 2.0. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;An application with an 4.9 rating out of 5.0&lt;/span&gt;, kinda impressive one! If you are an user which like to get a game started without any reading, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here would be a nice place for you to get a big picture what is MouseHunt 2.0&lt;/span&gt; and how to get yourself on track within the shortest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name implies, MouseHunt 2.0 is a game where the players are given gold and point reward from the king by hunting mouse.  You might wondering, what it is so nice with the game which grants a 4.9 rating? Beside gold and point reward, the game developers also giving out cash reward to hunter who successfully caught Leprechaun Mouse and Mobster Mouse through paypal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are playing it solely with the only aim of getting the cash reward. Then you might find it less interesting. One of the interesting part of starting the game is its ability of creating common topic with your friends, colleagues or even hunting pal. Having people sharing the joy and unlucky moment with you will absolutely make big differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the normal circumstances, hunters will check on their traps for mouse or replacing cheese that seem to be stale. If a hunting mate of yours who is hunting in the same location with you sounded a horn, you will be urge to check on the traps. Every subsequent horn has a cool down of 15 minutes before another horn is being sound. A hardworking hunter will be able to check the traps 5 times an hour 4 times through the horns and 1 time through the hourly checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a virtual world in game, hunters are able to travel and explore new places by the map pieces drop by certain mouse. Variety of trap components and cheese are available in the shops around the virtual world. For those who are x willing to spend plenty of time in a game but hoping for joy it bring, MouseHunt 2.0 is definitely a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself more into it with the game's forum for player-player and player-developer interactions. I found an interesting alternative for you to know the game better, check on the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?xid=mousehunt_news&amp;amp;app_id=10337532241&amp;amp;c_url=http%253A%252F%252Fapps.facebook.com%252Fmousehunt%252Fboards.php&amp;amp;r_url=http%253A%252F%252Fapps.facebook.com%252Fmousehunt%252Fboards.php&amp;amp;sig=c45902d8dfd408a2ce6eebc2f32c70df&amp;amp;topic=208"&gt;Joel's TV interview about MouseHunt at f8 in San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 388px; height: 229px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrBS-jLBRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pKnjJXUOpA8/s1600-h/MouseHunt+2.0+-+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrBS-jLBRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pKnjJXUOpA8/s200/MouseHunt+2.0+-+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258728046680802578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrBtTTHVRI/AAAAAAAAALE/MsUmsUIHwE0/s1600-h/MouseHunt+2.0+-+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrBtTTHVRI/AAAAAAAAALE/MsUmsUIHwE0/s200/MouseHunt+2.0+-+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258728498927195410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MouseHunt 2.0 quick link&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=776704934&amp;amp;ref=profile#/apps/index.php?q=MouseHunt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you x mind to have one extra hunting pal add me too&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=776704934&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. make sure you log in facebook before click on the link &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/7882627534318986621-3726874842116177428?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3726874842116177428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3726874842116177428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3726874842116177428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3726874842116177428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/mousehunt-20.html' title='MouseHunt 2.0'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPrDauJA7_I/AAAAAAAAALM/AhcKUMhQZ-o/s72-c/MouseHunt+2.0+-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3592938167800234134</id><published>2008-10-16T08:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:49:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPaaeQvG0MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/710ox3yjxvA/s1600-h/special+person-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPaaeQvG0MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/710ox3yjxvA/s200/special+person-1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257559459680932034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever have a special person in your life so far? Special might have different value on different people. Well for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunku_Abdul_Rahman"&gt;Tunku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunku_Abdul_Rahman"&gt; Abdul &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunku_Abdul_Rahman"&gt;Rahman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is categorized to be a special person. He is our father of independence. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No one else can be honor the title except him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is how I perceived a special person to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some might found her/his special one and some might not. If you had treasured one, feel free to drop a  "God bless!" or perhaps "Thanks God!" comment. No restriction on the comment, its purpose is just to show your appreciation for the happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I am a person with an alignment of neutral good. I like to share, especially good stuffs and here you go "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". The special person in my life motivated me to provide a better life to myself and my future spouse. I am much more a better person because of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Nice show, nice mood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I feel the same way too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Girl, thanks for inviting me for the show. No doubt both of us were tired but I am glad you feel the same way I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-3592938167800234134?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3592938167800234134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3592938167800234134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3592938167800234134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3592938167800234134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-person.html' title='Special Person'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPaaeQvG0MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/710ox3yjxvA/s72-c/special+person-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-4709714086862193817</id><published>2008-10-11T10:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:38:42.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vico Mi Sua</title><content type='html'>Do you know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Milo is chocolate malt powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is made from malt? Are you wondering it is the malt which beer where made form? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;, it is true indeed! If you are looking for a beer supplement go for a cheaper and nutritious chocolate malt drink. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the food price grows and the demand for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; in d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3's house is decreasing. d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3's mom is replacing Milo with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vico&lt;/span&gt; which is the same product in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but different in brand but is cheaper then Milo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday morning, d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3 woke up and prepared a cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vico&lt;/span&gt; drink. A lazy person do it the lazy way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vico&lt;/span&gt; powder with boiled hot water. When d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3 get older, life get more complicated. Breakfast is x longer a meal for filling up the empty stomach. Instead it is a meal for maintaining a body weight similar to what some girl did as diet to keep their body weight as well but with different aims. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3 found a bowl of boiled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; (rice made noodle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the dining table as he seldom look for food on the dining table. d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3 is once again following the rule of lazy and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vico&lt;/span&gt; directly into the bowl consists of mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of heating the mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; in the soup prepared in another bowl on the same table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ric&lt;/span&gt;3's Saturday breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPAU-RNmXfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/V6-dzu9Jfz8/s1600-h/PA110951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPAU-RNmXfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/V6-dzu9Jfz8/s400/PA110951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255723825146256882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d3ric3's remark: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yiaks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guys don't ever and never try this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is x worth trying! Trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-4709714086862193817?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/4709714086862193817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=4709714086862193817&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4709714086862193817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/4709714086862193817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/vico-mi-sua.html' title='Vico Mi Sua'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SPAU-RNmXfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/V6-dzu9Jfz8/s72-c/PA110951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-135008293051266890</id><published>2008-10-05T11:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:52:02.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SOhd0YrJviI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1f9mQeezHs8/s1600-h/eagle+eye-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SOhd0YrJviI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1f9mQeezHs8/s400/eagle+eye-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253552119885708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If 5 is the max rating value I'm allow to rate for a movie. &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eagle_Eye"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will get a 4.5 from me. It is a &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_Free_or_Die_Hard"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Die Hard 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; type of movie and I am sure most of us will find it being an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;unpredictable one&lt;/span&gt;. The only part which I am able to foresee is that Jerry Shaw (Shia LaBeouf, main acter in Transformer) is survived after shot by a person (should be a safety guard, if I'm x mistaken) during a chaos in the pentagon, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X expect story telling from me. If you are looking for something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from what we used to watch normally in cinema, you should go for Eagle Eye. Well, I x hope that u find it less interesting after knowing what it is all about from me as this is what happened to me when I watch &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_%28film%29"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could guarantee you is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;X REGRET&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-135008293051266890?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/135008293051266890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=135008293051266890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/135008293051266890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/135008293051266890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/eagle-eye.html' title='Eagle Eye'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SOhd0YrJviI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1f9mQeezHs8/s72-c/eagle+eye-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-1057515909152470020</id><published>2008-10-02T12:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:56:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SORXhEjRcjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/18mr2EwemLg/s1600-h/joe-e-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SORXhEjRcjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/18mr2EwemLg/s400/joe-e-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419291089826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of the the topic, d3ric3 is going to intro this little girl to everyone here. d3ric3 know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joe-e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for bout 4~5 years. She is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junior of d3ric3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during secondary school in Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sri Sentosa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She came into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d3ric3's life when she handed a donation card to d3ric3's pal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which he would be known as 20sen. Bonds between joe-e and d3ric3's pals were formed ever since 20sen gave a RM5.00 donation to joe-e for world-vision charity fund. The history of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RM5.00 for a girl friend&lt;/span&gt;" was then popularized among us! joe-e, did you realized this? Perhaps you should know this for quite some time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;joe-e is an active and playful person. She was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junior journalist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sin chew. Nevertheless, d3ric3 didn't have chance to read any article from her but to see her appearing in group photo published in sin chew magazine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;d3ric3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"joe-e ... drop me a comment for this post! This is x a please but it is an order because i can predict x one will comment to this particular post except u. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opps, d3ric3 should clarify something before submitting this post. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM5.00 for a girl friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" does x means what it is from the words itself. Indeed it should be "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM5.00 for a contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" or even more accurately as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM5.00 as bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" since the contact number were gained with the the co-operation of all our fellow by partitioning memorizing method on the personal info section on the donation card...haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"joe-e, i did x means to humiliate you with a value, haha"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;joe-e's facebook link: &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=884910603&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=884910603&amp;amp;ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-1057515909152470020?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/1057515909152470020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=1057515909152470020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1057515909152470020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/1057515909152470020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-e.html' title='joe-e'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SORXhEjRcjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/18mr2EwemLg/s72-c/joe-e-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-5534710750010279189</id><published>2008-09-28T19:39:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:57:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Tracking</title><content type='html'>Even after spending 2 year plus in Petaling Jaya, it is for the first time d3ric3 felt that there are still lot of places waiting for him to explore. This is because he were taken to a fabulous place where he never expect such place does exists in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Petaling Jaya city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, some of you might wondering why the topic sound funny. It is due to the fact that, d3ric3 went to "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Taman Bukit Gasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" which means Bukit Gasing Garden in English. In fact d3ric3 would prefer to describe it as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jungle rather then a garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he guess probably all of you might agree with him after looking @pictures he has taken during garden tracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's enjoy the pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN95kIVAfrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXb0aybZKV0/s1600-h/P9270808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN95kIVAfrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXb0aybZKV0/s400/P9270808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251049352155135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-9ANG3upI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_RM9IyH6DSI/s1600-h/P9270785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-9ANG3upI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_RM9IyH6DSI/s400/P9270785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123501753416338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN93XFsVuHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/avkChVLB4fs/s1600-h/P9270783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN93XFsVuHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/avkChVLB4fs/s400/P9270783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046929086134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN96XezAlHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wSq_A93wEjM/s1600-h/P9270788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN96XezAlHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wSq_A93wEjM/s400/P9270788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251050234359878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d3ric3 got the feeling of "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;castle in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" when he notice this in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN97MtLnH8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/hBFUOCkOvFA/s1600-h/P9270789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN97MtLnH8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/hBFUOCkOvFA/s400/P9270789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251051148754231234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute little doggie is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Erm...Jack is a male but he is definately cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN97r9k55uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4GrHvnMS8-I/s1600-h/P9270798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN97r9k55uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4GrHvnMS8-I/s400/P9270798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251051685731231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the garden tracking, Sharon was complaining that it is not an easy task for her to get through the bushes and obstacles by giving excuse that her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;legs are short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-2gFoUdQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IVS-fE6nYOE/s1600-h/P9270813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-2gFoUdQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IVS-fE6nYOE/s400/P9270813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251116352920646914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what d3ric3 and his colleagues saw after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-28lZYYGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XEqe727VHL8/s1600-h/P9270814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-28lZYYGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XEqe727VHL8/s400/P9270814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251116842484260962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction board to suspension bridge~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-4UquNkVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YUabaRPvRlo/s1600-h/P9270804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-4UquNkVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YUabaRPvRlo/s400/P9270804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251118355742298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally reached the suspension bridge after noticed the sign board quite a moment ago(more then an hour, if d3ric3 is not mistaken).&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-4vdAL3aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nLU7KOMAVbw/s1600-h/P9270818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-4vdAL3aI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nLU7KOMAVbw/s400/P9270818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251118815916055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but a wonderful garden tracking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-5QoVl-MI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oh2V9GAuc2o/s1600-h/P9270823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN-5QoVl-MI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oh2V9GAuc2o/s400/P9270823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251119385894320322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-5534710750010279189?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/5534710750010279189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=5534710750010279189&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5534710750010279189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/5534710750010279189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/garden-tracking.html' title='Garden Tracking'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SN95kIVAfrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vXb0aybZKV0/s72-c/P9270808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-2132746160832084049</id><published>2008-09-24T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:58:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Day!</title><content type='html'>Shit!!! This is the word best describe my day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood changed after went out of office for lunch break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being souless for one hour plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't even finish a plate of noodle which I used to like it so much. It seem tasteless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is x moody, it is x down, it is x blue ... it is dark sea blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trapped in massive traffic jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at the traffic light, 5 green traffic indications is all I need to leave a spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel extremely exhausted. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Damn day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-2132746160832084049?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/2132746160832084049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=2132746160832084049&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2132746160832084049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2132746160832084049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-day.html' title='Damn Day!'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-3629108926763461608</id><published>2008-09-23T22:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:12:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Live Hotmail</title><content type='html'>3 days ago d3ric3 received an e-mail from Window Live Hotmail Team. Usually such mail will go into his DELETED folder without any further exploration but it is exception for this time. Guess how they made it? No doubt, it is definately the subject "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Coming soon - faster, better Hotmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‏". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually what happened made me wondering whether I have did a good job for choosing d3ric3 as my blogspot address. "d3ric3, you should not go out of topic." suddenly a sound from no where appeared in my mind.  Opps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what they offer this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNkBUH4pspI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VK6wubKX_d4/s1600-h/window+live+hotmail-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNkBUH4pspI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VK6wubKX_d4/s400/window+live+hotmail-1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228285902697106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windowslive-hotmail.com/comingsoon/en-us/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click here for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After scanned through. These are the points:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70% faster transaction speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for broadband users, 56% for narrowband&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;connections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better design &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more cool stuff &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, impressive! Well, bout the transaction speed. It is also applied to pictures loading? kekez&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/7882627534318986621-3629108926763461608?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/3629108926763461608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=3629108926763461608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3629108926763461608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/3629108926763461608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/window-live-hotmail.html' title='Window Live Hotmail'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNkBUH4pspI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VK6wubKX_d4/s72-c/window+live+hotmail-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-8393037848265332063</id><published>2008-09-22T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:28:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNcAqCgVR2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6n18qEUVRu4/s1600-h/sharing-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNcAqCgVR2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6n18qEUVRu4/s200/sharing-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248664612950591330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I discovered this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;article from the blog of my junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. It is nice-to-read article which attracted me to find it back and share with you guys after reading it for quite some time. Please do not read it during your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hectic hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; and “gotcha” by your employer, supervisor, professor, teacher as well as CEO (d3ric3 own experience) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid. I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to been viably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, "Divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly And thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her dress. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office, jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door.I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked up stairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore." She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. "Do you have a fever?" she said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said. "I won't divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart." Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart." The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage or a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teach some by what we say&lt;br /&gt;We teach some more by what we do&lt;br /&gt;But we teach most by what we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://pisceanbunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pisceanbunny.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-8393037848265332063?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/8393037848265332063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=8393037848265332063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8393037848265332063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/8393037848265332063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/article-sharing.html' title='Article Sharing'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNcAqCgVR2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6n18qEUVRu4/s72-c/sharing-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-2034738284506337832</id><published>2008-09-20T09:31:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:42:34.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, 19th Sept 08 was a special night. There were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 visitors who left their foot prints here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In order to bring together all the unique visitors in my blog. d3ric3 have decided to introduce these 3 visitors to all the existing unique visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR0xgBx2dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IPbxie7pvkg/s1600-h/welcome-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR0xgBx2dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IPbxie7pvkg/s320/welcome-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247947859553278418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first unique visitor was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobo, Poh Yik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She walked into deric3's life 2 years ago in an ice breaking event organized by Buddha Association, University Malaya. It is so obvious most of us paid attention to her as she is quite a tall girl among the juniors. It is so sad that in these 2 years time, d3ric3 keep calling her with a wrong name. Coincidentally d3ric3 met her during a movie "Don't Mess With The Zohan" and I get to know her name once again.  She warned him to remember her name and x to call her with her friend's name anymore else she will kick and ignore him... What a fierce person d3ric3 had ever seen in his life &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BoboPohYik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/17620037"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/17620037&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR1WeDxjII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8D0NBIOxtLY/s1600-h/welcome-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR1WeDxjII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8D0NBIOxtLY/s320/welcome-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247948494679936130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's see who is the next visitor. YooOoO, d3ric3's great pal and course mate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reese, Su Teik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They spent time together in university's campus. Reese is superb in playing basketball. They used to play basketball, having meals, go to warung, make comments about pretty juniors/seniors, do assignments together. He is losing weight during his internship while d3rice is gaining weight during his internship. Perhaps they will reach equivalence in term of weight, that is a great news for both of them, hahahaha. Reese x have any social networking account as such facebook, friendster or even myspace. Well, he is planning to own a blog soon. d3rice is looking forward from him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR10X1GpYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3BJ64adbeJQ/s1600-h/welcome-3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR10X1GpYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3BJ64adbeJQ/s320/welcome-3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247949008403867010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but x the least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacqueline, Kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A secondary schoolmate of d3ric3. They x know each other well, yet they still got to know each other by their name. She was a quiet person and is currently pursuing biomedical science @ &lt;a href="http://www.ukm.my/english/"&gt;National University of Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;, KL branch campus. Hopefully to meet her during visiting on the next coming CNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jacqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jacqueline21"&gt;http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jacqueline21&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/7882627534318986621-2034738284506337832?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/2034738284506337832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=2034738284506337832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2034738284506337832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2034738284506337832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNR0xgBx2dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IPbxie7pvkg/s72-c/welcome-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-7717168207364956910</id><published>2008-09-19T13:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:24:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNM_dK4VXfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BjpBqTBnuZ8/s1600-h/wall-e-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNM_dK4VXfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BjpBqTBnuZ8/s320/wall-e-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247607761186151922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the first time I saw Wall-E in the cinema screen a year ago, it is confusing me whether the few minutes animation on screen was an advert on keeping the cinema clean or it is actually a movie trailer. As time passes by and the few minutes animation keep on casting every time I went to cinema for movie. Eventually it convinced me that it was an advert. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly a year later, Wall-E is on show. The movie don't really attract me as I am a person who don't really prefer animation. Nevertheless, I still end up watching it after getting good comments from friends especially bell. Well, it is also coincidentally i get one to watch with me who drives the plan of watching Wall-E a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNM_tJWBeOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nbWmeK8Xwk8/s1600-h/wall-e-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNM_tJWBeOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nbWmeK8Xwk8/s320/wall-e-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247608035651713250" border="0" /&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;, a robot who was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;only one left in the earth cleaning up the rubbish&lt;/span&gt; met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;probe robot  searching for plant on earth&lt;/span&gt;. It is mainly revolving between Wall-E and Eve on how they&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;helped human to return to the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing as both of the robots up end&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving each other&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps, I shouldn't take it too rationally. Nothing is impossible right who knows in the future we are able to invent such robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNHKQaufdUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4C3V3Q_iBec/s1600-h/wall-e-5.bmp"&gt;Hal, the little cockroach&lt;/a&gt; in the movie draw my great attention. I really felt sorry for him when he was left alone in the earth and was shocked when he was flatted after Wall-E cross on him for the 2nd time. In the end of the movie, I felt happy for the little cockroach when Wall-E and Eve finally came back to the earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way exiting the cinema hall, I saw a dying cockroach lying on the ground moving its legs helplessly. It draw attention of most of the people there and we laught unintelligible looking at the little cockroach. From the bottom of my heart, I wish it will survive after the crowd left the narrow corridor. Amen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNNAZuPlIHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hDUcXUnXUkw/s1600-h/wall-e-9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNNAZuPlIHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hDUcXUnXUkw/s320/wall-e-9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247608801471045746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source from http://www.movietome.com/movie/363594/wall-e/pictures.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-7717168207364956910?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/7717168207364956910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=7717168207364956910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/7717168207364956910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/7717168207364956910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/wall-e_19.html' title='Wall-E'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SNM_dK4VXfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BjpBqTBnuZ8/s72-c/wall-e-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-2547223098475209787</id><published>2008-09-14T09:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:24:19.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMxzpv2PGKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bO1smvci6qs/s1600-h/turning+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMxzpv2PGKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bO1smvci6qs/s320/turning+point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245694827035564194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone agree with me that life is filled with turning points. It is obvious that any one in this world get into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;new environments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We meet new people, deal with new problems, get to know something new, have our lifestyle changed and one words best describes it, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a proverb in cantonese "Yao Dak Pit Yao Sat" which means when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you gain something, you will lost something in exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A simple illustration is, you lost a friend when you get engaged. Let's make it clearer for those who is still unable to get the points of the example. In this case, engaged is the turning point and a person lost a friend in exchange for a boy friend/girl friend. Well, you might loss nothing if you get engaged with a person you never know until that day he/she become your partner. If you did, please let me know, I am kinda interested to know how it works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia might having a turning point on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;16th Sept 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, I do not prefer political changes driven by politician themselves. If our ex deputy prime minister do successfully take over the control of the government, the same thing might occurs in the future as well. On the other hand, I do not like the way our prime minister react who keeps on making changes. It tends to unstabilize our economic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's pray for our country for a peaceful day on 16th Sept 08. I would also pray for wonderful day for 17th Sept 08 as a turning point of mine(looking forward) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;^.^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882627534318986621-2547223098475209787?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/2547223098475209787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=2547223098475209787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2547223098475209787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2547223098475209787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/turning-point.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMxzpv2PGKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bO1smvci6qs/s72-c/turning+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-2435414654520678306</id><published>2008-09-13T09:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:46:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship @Kompakar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMsliYwOTWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/juUSkK5rdwU/s1600-h/kompakar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; text-align: center; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMsliYwOTWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/juUSkK5rdwU/s320/kompakar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245327463693569378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;d3ric3 as a software engineering undergraduate from University of Malaya is undergoing his internship @Kompakar eHealth Sdn Bhd, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.kompakar-ehealth.com/"&gt;http://www.kompakar-ehealth.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The duration started &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;@1st June 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and will be expected to end &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;@31 Nov 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The main differences between study life and work life is that study life provides challenges and new opportunities to explore while work life provides a steady fixed working time frame (as we trainee are x expected to do OT). I like the challenges but realized that challenges comes with x fixed working time, but as decision making occurs i will still go for challenges and hopefully the working time is x widely fluctuating and this will be a dream job for me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the office, d3ric3 got to know 1 group of trainees from University Kebangsaan Malaysia. Sarcastically speaking, the best words to discribe them are "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Never try, never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". One thing d3ric3 discovered from them is that he used to laught or smile merely listening to their conversations. Well obviously they were x joking but they are just tend to make me laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's browse to their respective &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;blog page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get a clearer picture of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bell: &lt;a href="http://creme86.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://creme86.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia: &lt;a href="http://sylvia087.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sylvia087.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona: &lt;a href="http://fyeen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fyeen.blogspot.com/&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/7882627534318986621-2435414654520678306?l=d3ric3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/feeds/2435414654520678306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882627534318986621&amp;postID=2435414654520678306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2435414654520678306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882627534318986621/posts/default/2435414654520678306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3ric3.blogspot.com/2008/09/internship-kompakar.html' title='Internship @Kompakar'/><author><name>d3ric3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02339380107683082046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SRWlPsvcW4I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Yk2k8uG38Q/S220/PB080983.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMsliYwOTWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/juUSkK5rdwU/s72-c/kompakar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882627534318986621.post-8481171191498487903</id><published>2008-09-12T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:46:56.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am d3ric3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMoZt6eBJsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2oi2YVarPnM/s1600-h/crowd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245032992606332610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFo8kse6xNs/SMoZt6eBJsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2oi2YVarPnM/s320/crowd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, every &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of mine as well as &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the one who is reading the blog. A great pleasure and excitement for me to introduce my newly created blog @12 Sept 2008, 1431. 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