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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And among the comments from the readers, I picked these few comments that could say what I have in my mind about this issue. In all of these quotes, I have at least a point to agree with them, although in some, not everything. But they do save my time from writing more. Read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This topic about Valentine's Day actually DID HURT me. Especially when they keep relating the day with Unhealthy activities and simply assume that "those are the Christians' lifestyle". These people even threw words like, "9 MONTHS FROM THIS DAY, expect a bastard to be born". Whoever you are who have STATED YOUR CONCERNS and reminding one another on how this Vday shouldn't be celebrated, especially those who make it a point of keep saying that we the Christians legalize the moral offenses on Valentine's Day. I just hope you guys don't overlook your own lifestyle and at the rest of 364 days. Or let's just diminish this Valentine's Day and LET start looking at how you do it on the rest of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope you guys have NEVER done adultery (pre-marital sex), that means all of you who are single SHOULD still be Virgins. YES, VIRGINS. I hope you guys never touch alcohol, never, not even a sip, not even a drop, it's ILLEGAL, remember? I hope you guys NEVER visit the nightclubs and pubs, where all the unhealthy activities usually take place, those places are for "this group of people from this religion who celebrate Valentine's Day" remember? I hope you NEVER go to a private place alone with your partner, not doing any kissing, fondling, any kind of touching whatsoever cos it's ILLEGAL, remember? It's only for those people who celebrate Valentine's Day right? Who claimed to express their love for their partner on that day, right?? And that means, since you guys are CLEAN from all that offenses, that&amp;nbsp; means definitely you guys will NEVER get near, let alone involve in Abortion, Baby Dumping, Prostitution, One-Nite Stands, Free Sex, Drunk and Drug Abuse. Oh, those BETTER NOT be in your fricking life dictionary. Cos so much for the fuss of banning Valentine's Day because of "that moral offenses" that "our people do" on that day, Does that mean it should be a "Righteous day" for you people, cos "Oh, that's illegal in our religion!" then simply forget about it after the day is over and &lt;u&gt;live ALL YOU LIKE for the rest of the years?&lt;/u&gt; I mean, yeah, I really don't mind reading all these hurtful things if they come from the people who are Pious and who never miss their prayer, at least they practice what they preach. So you people, YOU BETTER NOT do it WORSE than us who you guys claimed to be the devils who "go out and play" on Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For your information, I am a Catholic since a kid. Whatever that I listed above, I DON'T DO THEM. That's why I am this brave to say this, because it takes a lot of sacrifices to draw the line JUST TO LIVE righteously. But usually, those people who Really live this way of life, they usually THINK TWICE before they smash other people about their misconducts, because we have gone this far in our values and principles, we don't simply degrade ourselves by being injustice towards ANOTHER human being, doesn't matter from which race and which religion you belong to. And I am VERY VERY MAD that with this kind of lifestyle that I have, suddenly people simply throw all this hurtful stuff towards the people of my religion, cos that means, you guys means We are all like that. Simply by how you guys speak towards other people from different religion, I REALLY DOUBT you even lead the righteous way of life in the first place. I am not judging anyone, but after you get really tired smashing people, it's time to get the closest mirror and Use It on yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My little thought told me this is all BEYOND religions and beliefs. All religions are there to teach us how to live well, and treat each other right. Religions can only teach the followers so much, but we with our human nature, we keep offending our own religious laws because of our weaknesses. Humans have done ALMOST EVERYTHING that are strictly prohibited by their religions. Knowing how filthy this world has become, to suddenly face this kind of Valentine's Day issue and seeing this group of people smashing others so heartlessly as if they never do sins, suddenly it becomes a mockery to the so called civilization, cos we thought everyone is aware that "we are no angels", and to those offenders who are FAR from being seen as one, and funnily, when it comes to issues like this, as if all the "angels have come up" and stand for "what is right". Self check first and if your hands aren't so clean yourself, those time you have used to insult one another better be used to improve your moral values instead. It could need a lifelong cleaning works should be done on yourself, so better start now. You can forget about Valentine's Day, who cares about Valentine's Day. We are busy with our normal life, making money and spending time with our loved ones like any other day, while you people busy insulting others and make mountains out of molehills on this celebration, acting like THE HOLY INNOCENTS. And if you hate Valentine's Day so much, go ban it, and make sure you get your acts right, don't just get loud and noisy today and GO FUCK AROUND again the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: To my dear readers, I know that you guys don't like it when I use harsh words in my blog. But I'm sure you guys understand that people have stepped the boundary. I must defend myself, and us, who are unfairly prejudiced because of this. Thanks for your understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7840851806075503942?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7840851806075503942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7840851806075503942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7840851806075503942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7840851806075503942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/02/ban-valentines-day-all-you-like-we-have.html' title='Ban Valentine&apos;s Day ALL YOU LIKE, We Have Jobs To Do'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGVNeHU5230/Tzvf-wpxQNI/AAAAAAAACxY/fCoD8mWf8ko/s72-c/noval.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5754010492613631621</id><published>2012-02-15T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T00:41:22.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Really Matters For The Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m really putting into practice the concept that I’ve delayed for long enough. We heard about moderation way too often. But this is more than that. This is about trying to focus on the basic elements that connect 2 hearts. Sometimes, trying to be at par with what’s latest on the trend will only take the real essence away, and the next thing you know, you are losing consciousness on why you are doing all that and for what. That’s why I want to start doing it differently. Act before it’s too late. Focus on what really matters for the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suddenly a relationship that has started with a pure chemistry and attraction has strayed from the track. Now it becomes more to “how much you can actually show it” – it’s as long as other people can see that and have an impression that “you’re loved” it’s good enough for you. Suddenly your relationship is entirely about A SHOW. Although both of you have not anymore talking the way you did, no more really interesting details in communications, no more butterflies in the stomach and no more heart beating faster, suddenly the only thing that left is THE SHOW. As long as others are still impressed by how you two are doing it in public on special occasions, the relationship is still relevant. But as time goes, it’s almost no more element of “pure interest”, just a very tiring and troubling relationship. And sadly, the next thing you want is for it to be Over. Been there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That’s why I want to make it a habit, to always keep in touch in WHY we are together in the first place. Experience showed me that the most humble couple are those who can make it through. Yea, back then they were losing it a bit when they didn’t get to impress a lot of people with their moderate relationship. People were having firecrackers up in the sky and what they have was only a candle lit at the corner of the room. But today, I am impressed that they have realized about this way before and I am only starting to do it. During special occasions, what matters to them is to just spend some time together, having intimate talks that are sweet enough for each other’s ears, reminding each other  “Why are we here in this relationship in the first place”. That’s why they never forget and never think that it’s burdensome to be  by each other’s side. It’s just another body sitting beside another, without the outside element that define the bond any better than their pure feeling for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’ve come this far in my journey, I have tried to correct my ways as much as I can. Like some of you, I too have once lost faith in love. I became a stone hearted person so quite a long time and I thought I was doing good that way. Maybe I was right. Life was actually still happy when you have no  one but yourself to think about. I took the time to discover myself even more and not that I was purposely not wanting to get commited. I just didn’t want to make another mistake. I always believe I’m far better now. So I entrusted Him to do things beyond my control. I thought He would never done so much for me because He might want to punish me for whatever mistakes that I made in life, but when I come to this point, I am just AMAZED at Him. I am just amazed at Him. How He did it, it was almost never come to my mind. It’s like, you set some rules; “I would Never Never Ever Go to That Road Ever in My Sane Mind” and the next thing I know, I AM THERE walking on THAT ROAD, and I am enjoying my ride. I was seeing life much more beautiful in that road I said I was never gonna take. So never underestimate The Hands that created you. Hehe. Seriously. You know why? If He could create you in such a way, He can make things possible for the impossibles and most likely if you have been nice and good, He will be a little bit more generous to you. He will make your road easier in your quest. Riddles enough? *LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want to thank you for Someone who is part of this storyline. Thanks for being there for me everyday, for all the thoughts that have me, and for all the words that has my name, for all the time spent on me, not to mention how you make me laugh for something and also for lending me ears. All in all, I saw it the effort that you make and the kind of understanding and acceptance that truly accommodate me. I reserve the rest for until the time is right. You know who you are. *Hugss…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi guys… Happy Valentine’s Day to you…hehe. Any good reflection for your Valentine’s Day this year? Have you learnt anything new from life lately that makes you feel so sufficient in love? I want to give a simple sharing on my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life slowly unfolds. All the things I heard from people from before, and all the things I believed, sometimes I did not actually “feel them”. I only accepted them as they were because people told me so and it was easier to just nod. I recalled the argument between my uncle and his wife and how his wife told me that everytime they argued, my uncle spoke about getting divorce. Although his wife was a loose canon, spoke her mind without really care the consequences, but at least, She has it in her.  The Understanding on How Relationship works. Seriously, very few of us have it. Not even my uncle that time knew about it. She told me that she told my uncle that “Yes we can get divorce and we can remarry, find another person. Then what? Are you sure things are gonna be perfect with another person? That when you argue about something, you divorce? You can remarry 10 more times and still the same ending. You will never work out any relationship when you decide to walk out from the first one. And we were talking about a marriage that was properly solemnized in  the house of God, saying the love vows that they gonna stick together till death do they part. That time, when she told me, I nodded. It was good if it was true. My little thought knew that she was a difficult person being a loose canon. How could my uncle, or any man, tolerate with this attitude? I mean, the idea of them getting divorce and find another person to live with, my uncle might find another person who suits him more. Logic, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Only now I actually come to agree with her. In this world, they are millions of guys and gals looking for a partner. There will come a time when they just bump into someone with chemistry and then connect, and hook up through affection that they build for each other. Sooner or later they will have something to dislike about the other person. Why surprised? We are born with defects and when we mix and match ourselves among this crowd of people, our nature could contradict each other and make the pairing harder. Sure, move on. There will come a time when you just Done with Searching. This is when you are really ready for the commitment. You find someone that makes you happy and you settle with the person. You have DECIDED that you gonna cope with the person NO MATTER WHAT. Experience tells you that you could find a person so good, but you yourself arent’s anywhere so good.  You  saw yourself as the PROBLEM in all your failed relationships. Looks like the game has changed. This isn’t about looking for THE BEST out there, No No. It is about How badly you want your relationship to work and not giving yourself the option to fail cos if you do, you definitely will opt to FAIL again. Yes, IT’S YOUR ATTITUDES my dear friends. Problems will always be your shadow and if you quit from solving them, NO relationship, with No one, will ever work for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That’s why when you think you are big enough to make that commitment, you put a stop to your hunting and stay by the person’s side – cos if you feel sthing not good about your partner, it’s not your partner’s problem unless you blame her to be born human (and what are you, again?), when you look at the bright side of her, depending on how far you open your heart, cos if you really ARE READY TO LOVE AND BE LOVED, you could see the one beside you in her most angelic image and instead of finding fault, you keep finding new thing to love about her, day to day. Why is this possible? I believe that Love is very very beautiful when it first sent to us from above. It is our JOB to see how beautiful it can be.  And unless you see not just with your eyes, but your heart, your mind, your soul, another God’s creation that you pick to live with is... His  masterpiece. We don’t have that long. Start to love now, and love righteously. He will guide us along the way. Amen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-6387289838180533630?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/6387289838180533630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=6387289838180533630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6387289838180533630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6387289838180533630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/02/tribute-for-valentines-day-2012-love.html' title='Tribute For Valentine’s Day 2012: LovE RighteOusLy'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce1VJkYwGBE/TzkzS8sqR1I/AAAAAAAACug/9NrXxZTrpl4/s72-c/VAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-6728188319712030719</id><published>2012-02-13T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:40:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“No Outside Food &amp; Drink Allowed” – Not even 100 Plus</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This thing happened a year ago I think. Me and my 2 best buddies decided to  meet up. Since that we only have that chance to meet a few times a year, usually we would spend hours updating about each other’s lives.  My bestfriend suggested that we go to a new eatery.  Finally we decided to eat in Kenny Rogers. Since we always used to hang out in KFC, we often bought extra drinks outside so that we could add on to our drinks since we never ordered drinks more than once. So it was normal for us since our schooldays so we got used to the habit. Hahaha. I actually bought that extra bottle of 100Plus this time. I thought it was no harm to just buy it even if it turned out that no one gonna drink it. So after we ordered our meal and our drink was just a glass of juice, it was definitely not enough. We totally counted out the option to order a second drink and so we started to pour in the 100 Plus to our empty glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were so ignorant to the signage that showed it clearly “No Outside Food &amp;amp; Drink Allowed” nearby the entrance, where all customers could see from wherever seat they choose in that outlet. We were just too playful to care. So we just continued on chatting and drinking the 100 Plus table pretending we did not read the sign, or we did read but we just didn’t care. What mattered to us was it was our day of hangout so we assumed everyone knew that the day was rare and so we could do what we like without having small things interrupting that.
Because of our playful nature, especially my bestfriend, she thought that it was a way to play around with the workers there. Especially this one cheeky guy who kept passing by our table without any appearant reason. We whispered to each other, “Could it be because of the drink?” And the other replied, “I thought so.” Then we burst laughing. We imagined that it was because of the drink that he wanted to tell us something that we could not let in that drink and if the other customers saw it, they might do it too. Hahaha. But still, we was being ignorant and cunning. Especially when we just put the big bottle on the table without sneaking it, totally shameless. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So after the guy walked pass us for a few times, my bestfriend just stopped him. “Kau mau marah kami bawa minuman ka?” It was so funny that she talked that way. The guy couldn’t help but throw a friendly smile, “Oh tidaklah.” Then she said, “Ohh. Sebab kami heran kau balik2 limpas, kami fikir kau suruh kami tapuk minuman.” Hahahahahaahhahah. Not long after that, it happened again. This time, another waiter passed our table and my bestfriend stopped him again. “Kamu marah kami minum ka?” Then he said, “Tidakla. Kamu minumlah” Then I started to laugh again so hard. The question was ridiculous knowing that it was clear that outside drinks are not allowed.  My bestfriend often does that. She always say something funny out of nowhere. In 3 of us, she definitely the comedian, I was the laugher, my other friend was a supporter to both of us whenever we play our role. Haahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we were done, paid the bill, got up from out seat and walking towards the door, we were still giggling. My bestfriend did it again. She was making what could be “a conversation” between the staff as they saw us leaving. She imagined that they were High5-ing each other,  Yess FINALLY!! I was laughing all the way. It must be a torture to have us  as customers. Hahaha. And guess what, as a sign of appreciation, we did leave something at the table. You know what. Yes, the 100 Plus bottle. I hope that 100 Plus won’t give them phobia. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-6728188319712030719?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/6728188319712030719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=6728188319712030719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6728188319712030719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6728188319712030719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-outside-food-drink-allowed-not-even.html' title='“No Outside Food &amp; Drink Allowed” – Not even 100 Plus'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OzpYJwCPO0/TzfrM30dFjI/AAAAAAAACuU/H1y9WL0FB4s/s72-c/no-outside-food-or-drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-2188194651598073382</id><published>2012-02-11T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:37:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Celebrating Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;



&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;So
in conjunction with the coming Vday I would like to do a compilation of
the posts that discuss about the ideas of Love...:)) (I have fun
reading them back, because I've been writing since 2008, and many
things happened since then, many things have changed since then, but I
bet the ideas of love in these posts are still relevant...hehe)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let's Celebrate Love...:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-celebrate-love.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.c&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;om/2009/02/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lets-celebrate-love.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Are You Ready To Be Loved?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-ready-to-be-loved.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/03/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are-you-ready-to-be-loved.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Love Is Not Like What You Think...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-not-what-you-think.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/02/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love-is-not-what-you-think.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The Story Of The Soulmate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/03/theory-of-soulmates.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/03/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;theory-of-soulmates.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When The Cupid Is Going To Strike Again?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-cupid-is-going-to-strike-again.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2008/11/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when-cupid-is-going-to-strike-a&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gain.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 10 Things If He Is Your Destiny&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-is-he-is-your-destiny.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2008/11/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10-things-is-he-is-your-destiny&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cinta? Wah Penatnya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinta-wahpenatnya.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/01/cinta-wahpenatnya.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Lelaki Dan Permainan Bubut2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/01/lelaki-dan-permainan-bubut2.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/01/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lelaki-dan-permainan-bubut2.htm&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Can We Love 2 Persons At Once?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-asked-my-guyfriend.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/01/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i-asked-my-guyfriend.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "I Want To Be Special"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-special.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/01/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i-want-to-be-special.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bila Di Hati Tiada Cinta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/03/bila-di-hati-tiada-cinta.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/03/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bila-di-hati-tiada-cinta.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When He Becomes More Than A Friend...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-he-becomes-more-than-friend.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/03/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when-he-becomes-more-than-frien&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Let The Queen Be The Queen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-queen-be-queen.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/04/let-queen-be-queen.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Saya Sayang Kamu&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/04/saya-sayang-kamu.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/04/saya-sayang-kamu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I Thought You Loved Me??"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-you-loved-me.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/04/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i-thought-you-loved-me.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Types Of Untrue Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-types-of-untrue-love.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twofivesix256.blogspot.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009/05/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3-types-of-untrue-love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-2188194651598073382?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2188194651598073382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2188194651598073382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2188194651598073382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2188194651598073382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-year-celebrating-love.html' title='Another Year Celebrating Love...'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8522229840277894918</id><published>2012-02-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T01:45:19.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexplainable Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Once upon a time, you wished for a Prince Charming everyone was talking about.
The one who was in the image of a perfect guy that you could ever imagined. From his looks, to how he behave, to how he could provide you all the life necessities, and most important, how he treated and loved you dearly. 
You’ve had that kind of wish when you first started watching Cinderella and Snow White, and how you dressed up your Barbie doll and combed her hair, and looking at the images in the magazines and tv, made you picture yourself when you grew up one day. What a perfect match you imagined you would become for the dear Prince Charming.
People been talking about all this Fairytales ideas that have been exegeratted and infuenced our mind,  which has misled us about the reality of “no such fairytale”. It took us a while to realize that maybe we should come up with a better formula to fix our childhood idea of a Prince Charming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All the criteria we list since we were early teens were really tight. We wanted a lot of things in a man. When we looked at our list, it was a little ridiculous when what we wanted was actually even  contradicting to one another. For example, you like a guy to have a rugged appearance but at the same time you want him to have that professional career man appearance so he can impress your parents. Something like that. After going through the list, we notice that our specification is already too good to be true for any man or any human being to be. Year by year, sticking to our requirement only makes us complain that it’s just hard to locate for the Prince Charming. Every year looking in vain, slowly we are fixing our list. The harder it takes to find someone that fits the cut, the more alteration should be made to the list. Some of our criteria has changed with maturity. Most surprisingly, our Prince Charming was all started with this vision of A Handsome Man. 10 years later, No more Handsome Prince Charming. Not that it’s hard to find one, but we finally realize that a handsome face is just nice to look at, but does not promise anything. It even brings insecurity when he gets a lot of attentions. Oh man. It’s just funny how we start to count at things that we never thought would matter. Now we know…now we know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Still, the quest is as tough as ever. Especially when we have this list of Rejected Traits, we didn’t even give them the chance to prove themselves. Oh man. Now what? Hahaha. Then to our surprise, we start to compromise on that list too! As much as we make ourselves clear that we would Never date someone with certain character; the next thing you know, YOU ARE DATING ONE!! How do you explain that?
Suddenly all your list gone haywire because you are dating someone who are totally not evaluated in a way that compliments your list. But then you are dating him! Can you explain that? Back then you said you like a rugged guy with slightly long hair, with ear ring and tattoo, and sweet smile etc, Oh, and look at the man you are dating. He’s nothing like that. Maybe he has one or two things that still in favour of your list, but back then, you would not give this person with such trait, a chance to even know you more. And the things in your Rejected Traits list are there in this man you are dating, whom you won’t be dating if you find him not attractive in the first place!!  Explain that!
All the things that you have no tolerance for, in reality, are the things that you are currently tolerating, and you take every comfort of doing that. It’s not even  with hard effort. Things just happen so miracoulously easy for you. The things you Won’t Do before, are the things you are putting into a habit and you are enjoying it because you find out exploring new things are not even breaking your principles yet. I mean, Garsh, what have been holding you back all this time? Can you explain that??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That’s why, to those who have not yet gone through this process…let me just make it easier for you all. Go easy on this criteria things cos most of the things that you built from your younger days are not exactly what reality can offer you. I mean, reality offers you MORE adventure, More surprises and definitely, more fun. How’s that? Reality doesn’t look at any fricking list before it can happen before your eyes. You have to keep your option opened for anything unpredictable because it’s the hidden treasure that will only open when it’s time. And in the quest of looking for your Prince Charming, just say sorry to your old list if you have to tear and burn it cos maybe you want someone who has everything you listed but maybe just as a main character of your next storybook or movie, but NOT the one you want to marry and live with. Yeah, imagine that. The one that you want to live with is just a normal man who swears, who gets angry, who tell white lies, who is lazy at times, who doesn’t have a stylish hair, who doesn’t have a six pack and the list goes on. How average is this man compared to your childhood Prince Charming and why does everything feels right? This is the point of discovery that it’s not you looking for someone with certain qualities then only you hook up with him, but it’s after you hook up with someone and find everything is in place, you realize whoever that person is, is  your real Prince Charming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One more thing, ladies, don’t you think the guys have their dream Princess Charming too? Look at who we are today, do you think we are close to that ideal Princess Charming they guys are looking for? Yeah, the next thing they know, they are dating us and we are nothing like the princess charming of their dream. Explain that, please? Exactly. You get my point. Exactly the same process like the above. 
We are our Princess Charming’s Princess Charming… and what makes it right is when  both of us finally make a pact and complete this match. Another God given grace to humanrace. 
So much for the coming Valentine’s Day, Congrats to those who found their match. The next mission is To Live Happily Every After. Emm.

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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you heard of Curiosity Killed The Cat? I always heard this but laughed at it because I thought that why would people pick cat instead of other animal. Curiosity is not even a weapon or an equipment that can accidentally kill anything if you misuse it, yeah, now you are telling me it has killed a cat? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought Cat was used because it starts with C, same with Curiosity. So it rhymes a bit. Okay, Lame. Hahahaha. After doing some reading, I found out something. Actually this line had once appeared as the headline of a news title in Washington Post (dated many years back, when you and I were not even&amp;nbsp; here yet!) – telling a news how a cat lost its life because of its curiosity. It was about a cat named Blackie, that went to the top of the chimney because he never went that far before.  He tried to climb  before and he did sustain some injury but he was saved. Until he tried to climb higher the next day, he fell to the first floor. They could hear the sound of Blackie in pain, but after getting help from the rescue department, they failed to take him out using a rope. The next day after the plumber came and opened the rear wall of the chimney and took him out, but he died shortly after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe they still used this line to describe that Curiosity could bring us danger if we take measures that are unnecessary and risky. So today, it can be used as a Reminder to not succumb to curiosity to the extent that you might jeopardize your safety. Aha, that makes sense, doesn’t it? Hehehe.
So it’s like, Hey, don’t be too curious about whatever you have in your mind, cos curiosity killed the cat, and heaven knows who’s next. You certainly don’t want to be the next, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, you and me, at least we know what it means. I’m sure most of you don’t even have the time to find out the origin of those phrase. So now that we know, we can use it where it’s applicable, not just in our sentences, but also as a reminder to ourselves too. Our lives are too valuable to lose over a curiosity. So make your situation-evaluation right.  So to Blackie the cat, who lost his life over curiosity, we learn something from you. You’ll be remembered by this phrase. I'm sure this reminder have saved some lives and will save more lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone takes lesson please. Thank you :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-8663287748637411972?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8663287748637411972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8663287748637411972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8663287748637411972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8663287748637411972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/02/curiosity-killed-cat-whats-that.html' title='Curiosity Killed The Cat. What’s That?'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8u6Iden4uM/TzFJIMIyEqI/AAAAAAAACtk/60Tycaf6tYU/s72-c/Curiosity_killed_the_Cat_Wallpaper_03p0b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5277984009375837203</id><published>2012-02-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T22:52:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beware: He Pays Cash"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I find this line rather interesting. Keep reading it in the comments people made in blogs and Facebook, whenever it involves people who are doing bad to others. Looks like they come up with this line As A Reminder. Yes, “He” who they mean here is none other than GOD. Can you guess the meaning? .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Year after year, I have seen it before my very eyes how things that people did, come back to them. Especially those people who were professional swindlers who always got away with the crime and still maintained their innocent looks. Sometimes I just couldn’t get it how they did it but for sure it took a hell of misused talent to be like them. They had crushed many hopes and trusts until the last of bits. I used to believe that we will be held accountable for every good and bad deeds we did on this Earth when the Judgment Day comes. So if they have a long life, imagine how many people the crooked ones gonna put in “hell on earth”. Well, without a doubt, you can guess that the payback for them is the real afterlife Hell. That’s what we used to think. We will receive the punishment after our lives end.  Or Maybe Not That Long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve seen how these people who did a serious human error – didn’t have to wait long for the punishment. It was all so wondrously beyond words how things fell just in place to make them the  victim of circumstances that LUCK was no longer on their side. From having almost everything, they end up with nothing. Even things that are not in human logic, of how can a wealth that you build in one year, disappear in just one day. Something like that. And when I look around, look like “No One Can Escape” from this. Suddenly it forced people to rethink about “the punishments” that should come after we are dead. NO. The punishments can come as immediately as a few seconds after doing a crime. It’s THAT SOON.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remember I was once the victim of my customer dishonesty. He kept delaying his payment because he saw that I was not the type who would bug people to pay. Maybe he took advantage of me. I was a little pissed but it never crossed my mind that I wanted something bad to happen to him. I just wish that he would settle the payment as soon as possible. Until one day, the stuff he bought from us actually was badly damaged when he was still not done with showing it off to his friends. It knocked senses into him that he immediately went to settle the payment and told me about how the stuff was now broken. I was shocked. I saw it in his face how panic he was. Maybe he thought that it was something about “the eyes that are watching from above”. Maybe he thought God wanted to teach him some lesson. He got so afraid that he might even lose more than that if he did not settle the payment right away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If this is the right example, now you don’t have to worry about your victims for they won’t be the one who pay back all your crime but GOD will. Knowing this, who dares to make anymore crimes? Now don’t you feel terrified thinking about all the bad stuff you have done to others? Looks like sometimes it’s not a fairly calculated amount. You stole RM100, but you were “stolen back” things that worth RM500. Multiple times more losses. Now are you looking forward to do more crimes to people? THINK TWICE.
That’s why they come up with the phrase God Pays Cash, means that He won’t wait for long to “pay you back” for your sin. Maybe He wants us to CHANGE our ways. I have experienced it before and that’s why I am always careful not to wrong people. I’ve learnt my lesson. I wish people have learnt theirs too. If we can’t handle this “Cash”, just correct our ways. Be good to one another, as simple as that :))
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I bet this term is especially famous among the Facebook users where you have this column in your Profile where you can state your Relationship Status, and you can pick Single, Married, Engaged,  Divorced, In A Relationship or It’s Complicated. You know this function is important when it comes giving people the idea of “how accessible” you are. Do you rely so much on what people write as their Relationship Status? In other words, do you believe that people will just be honest about it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Based on my experience using FB since 2010, I saw that some people are serious about their details in FB. They will state it clearly that they are attached, and to whom.  Some do take it seriously but they are constantly changing it. When they argue with their partner, they will change it, and change it back on when they make peace. Some are pretty much  just messing around, you can say just to have good fun laughing with their friend to appear in each other’s profile that they are “together” but actually they are nothing like that. And the rest prefer not to disclose any personal details which make people clueless. You like it or not, it’s their right to do what they want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lets talk about me now. I am one of them in the category, which most of you can guess already. I am into a lot of daily sharings. I share the real things that cross my mind, the real emotions that are consuming me at a particular time, all those things… But I am very reserved about my details. Speaking of Relationship Status, yes, especially that. Hahaha. I got a lot of questions regarding this. People want to know, at least, have the idea if I am attached or seeing someone. They just couldn’t see it from my FB Profile because I decided to leave it blank. From that kind of reluctance to spill the beans, I’ve been accused to purposely hide my relationship status so I can keep people “excited” about me, especially the guys. So they can keep having that kind of idea that I am approachable and viable to date. When the fact is that, I won’t entertain any of those things because I keep drawing my distance. So visually you can imagine them coming back to me and say, Why do you react this way if you are single? And if you are not single, why can’t you just say it loud and clear so we can stop trying our luck on you? AT LEAST, give us the fricking idea of your relationship status, will ya? (*LOLS) Ok Kidding. Hehehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, you guys are lucky. I’m telling you something here. It’s not because I don’t appreciate that FB put that function for me to state my relationship status. Neither do I try to mislead people about that. My point is very simple. I take it THAT seriously that I refuse to just change it to “my current” relationship status knowing that anything can happen to that relationship. I definitely don’t want to look like a puppet that I can easily change my status tonite, and change it to again when things don’t work well. No, I’m just making my point that I am not one of those people who will create such drama. I do have a “Relationship Request” pending and I just refuse to Accept it until now. I am that serious about it that I might have hurt some heart for not wanting to declare something and let others see but I have stated my reason, at least for the most deserving person who should know it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have A CONDITION  before I can voluntarily change my Relationship Status for all to see. It’s only on one condition and once I decide to change it, it will stay that way as long as I’m still using FB in virtual world, and it’s gonna be eternity in real world. 


So no more accusation on why I do it this way, and you know this is no laughing business to me so I am taking my time before I can let you guys see what you want to see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a new challenge for myself. I am known as someone who likes to write long essays and make it hard for my readers who only want to have an easy reading post to go through my posts. I have thought of this for quite a while and after I visited Daphne Iking’s blog I finally got the idea. Daphne and I have a similarity when it comes to blogging. We like to get carried away by the topic and want to say everything in our mind. I like to read what she writes but I just can’t spare that much time. I finally GET IT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That’s exactly what my readers were feeling when they visited my blog. They would leave after scheming for the interesting topics that were short enough for them to finish in maybe 10 minutes or less.
Usually, my posts reach 4 pages of Words document. And over the years, I tried to write approximately 2 pages only, that’s half of the pages from last time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So NOW, I am putting myself in another challenge, of writing only 1 page of Words document every post. If I have too much to say, I still don’t have a choice but trim it to fit one page before I paste to my blog. How’s that?

I don’t want my hyperwriting makes my blog tiresome. So this challenge is to benefit you guys too. Lets see. This challenge starts from TODAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;256, You better get this one done. Hehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still remember when my big brother  (good friend whom I call brother) told me that he didn’t feel good whenever I started to talk about hooking up with a new guy. And it showed when he started to give comments, asking me to be careful and all. One day I just went ahead and asked him, Do you feel something when I told you I’m getting close with someone new? He said, Yes.  I can’t explain it. “I feel a kind of loss”. As much as him, I was wondering too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just like when you have this one big fan,  who admires everything about you and would do anything to get a date with you and you just never give the right kind of response because you are “not that available” and you don’t want to give the wrong signal  that might give the person a false hope. The next time you hear that the person is switching his attention to another girl. Again, you feel a kind of loss. Why is that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes you are led into thinking that whenever that you feel that way, it is a kind of indication that “something is going on” inside your heart that you dare not admit. It’s just so easy to think that way, right? But can you explain that when your heart is totally occupied, why do you still feel a kind of loss when another suitor of yours is changing direction? Can you consider the possibility that you never mean it when you say that it makes you feel uncomfortable when someone is trying to win your heart, even when he knows you are already taken, that actually you only lie to yourself; which means you are actually enjoying all the attention, but just not want to give commitment?  I mean, really, if you feel nothing towards the person, why would you feel a kind of loss when the person is moving away from your life? Can anyone explain this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are among the empty spaces that we forgot to define. We forgot to find the right word for this situation we are in. We forgot to define that this feeling of loss doesn’t only apply for something that is obvious – like what the wife feels when hubby has to work abroad for months, or when a boyfriend sets eyes for another girl and suddenly ignores you, Yeah, all those are obviously giving you the right to feel that complete loss. At least you can define it, others can define it. But explain why did I feel so sad when an unfamiliar boy in my class was moving school and I barely even spoke 10 words with him, but still I feel a kind of loss. Yeah, I seriously felt something was suddenly missing from my life. It’s funny, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why should we feel like we have lost something when the thing that leaves us never does mean so much to us from the beginning? It’s funny right? But it happens. And it will happen again once in a while. Let me just put it this way so you guys don’t have to spend more time and get confused over this.  We do feel appreciation for everything in our lives. Sometimes we are just helpless because we don’t have that much chance or space to actually show it, although not everyone is as special as our most special person, still, we are born to have people around us, to be loved, to feel cared for. We do have that selfishness inside of us that we want good things to just stay the same, until something happen and something has to go or leave, our comfort is disturbed hence we feel that kind of loss. 

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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These are just minors. No need to put so much thought into it. When things run its course, let them. That feeling hit it once but then it will get normal again when we wake up the next day and realizing they most worthy people are here to stay. Humans are so complex. Every moment is still like a self discovery. Whatever it is, lets just try to simplify the unnecessary complexity. Agree? So the next time you feel a kind of loss again, tell yourself, IT’S NORMAL. You sure can handle that. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh yes I lurve watching Gossip Girl, the English series. At the same time, I lurve reading gossip blogs. I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ave 6 major entertainment gossip blogs that I MUST open daily, a few times everyday. I can name many other things I like reading besides that, but still, GOSSIPS are like my daily reading. So if you ask me what I feel about “The World of Gossips”, I can say that Most gossips do have bases, and the rest, they are just a total made-up. The most interesting question that arises is, Is that gossip true??” Yeah, speaking of Gossip Girl, I think that I could be dubbed as that judging from how much I involve Gossips in my life daily. Hehehe. Ok whatever :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There was this girl (Girl 1) who talked to my guyfriend.  They were talking about another guy (The Guy) they both know. They spoke about the guy having some indecent encounters with some girls he associated with.  Girl 1 was almost a victim too and she mentioned some names randomly and she just happened to mention my name to be one of them who could be one of those similar case. My guyfriend was concerned so he told me about it, but he did not disclose the details because he wanted to protect the Girl 1’s identity. He only told me to be careful of my future encounters with “some guy” he did not mention who. I was clueless. Of course I dismissed it because I had no issues with Any guy when it comes to indecent encounters. I had nothing to be scared of. He did keep me guessing for a while who that guy was but he never revealed. After a while, that particular guy came to me and said, “ I heard that you’ve been spreading news about US”. Then I was like, “Us? Excuse me?” Then he went on telling me how he heard from his girlfriend (Girl 2) about that, and his girlfriend heard that from that guyfriend of mine.  That’s how I know that the guy that my guyfriend mentioned before was him (The Guy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The gossip was started off really weak. It could just be dissolved when it came to The Guy’s ears but he did not just let it go, maybe because it became a reason why he and his gf (Girl 2) argued and mistrusted him. He went to confront me and started with a very wrong line, which sounded like an accusation that I’ve been telling stories about me and him. I almost got a heart attack from that, seriously. One was because I never had anything with him to even start a story, second was because if I was really someone desperate to gain some easy popularity by making up a story that I hooked up with some guy, logically speaking, I must at least pick a guy that fit the cut to make it straight to the headline, true? At least someone who who I think was “the most favourite and popular guy” so I could easily proceed with my evil intention, correct? This guy in question was nothing NEAR that. If ever that I spoke 1000 of things with any of my friends, I bet his name was never up. He was “that unfamiliar” to me. And what would you feel if you were in my place, when this guy suddenly appeared and asked me that he heard that “I’ve been telling people about he and I were engaged in an affair” – I mean, gosh, “WHAT AFFAIR”??. The funny thing he did not DENY about the affair. He made it look like The Affair Did Happen and “256, why did you tell people about it?” OMIGAWDDDDDDDD. You better not be fricking kidding me. I almost screamed my heart out, “OMG don’t you get it??? Nothing happened and which affair are you talking about? What do I get from spreading something that never exists, if you tell me one benefit I get at least I CAN PLAY ALONG  but I just couldn’t find one!! I mean, yeah, I was so mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd;"&gt;This was my supper just now. A few of rambutans and a glass of plain water. Oh no, that veteran glass. It has been around for many many years. A gift from someone. I forgot who. Whoops. Hehehe. Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-3469623747671863795?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/3469623747671863795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=3469623747671863795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3469623747671863795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3469623747671863795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-gossip-girl-becomes-gossip-itself.html' title='When The Gossip Girl Becomes The Gossip Itself'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzJkR7VHEpQ/TybNOSmjndI/AAAAAAAACsc/4D46XwzOdzI/s72-c/gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1703866214634719212</id><published>2012-01-30T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:34:40.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny And The Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmfYz54I6GI/TyV0WM8VLFI/AAAAAAAACr4/Yi_MJnmK9_w/s1600/hongkong%2Bkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmfYz54I6GI/TyV0WM8VLFI/AAAAAAAACr4/Yi_MJnmK9_w/s400/hongkong%2Bkids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I could not help but remember these kids in  many of those Chinese movies I watched so many years ago. Glad that they take the grown up picture of them to serve the memories. Hehehe. I don't bother to find out more, not even their names. They are well remembered anyhow...Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-1703866214634719212?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/1703866214634719212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=1703866214634719212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1703866214634719212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1703866214634719212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-and-cute.html' title='The Funny And The Cute'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmfYz54I6GI/TyV0WM8VLFI/AAAAAAAACr4/Yi_MJnmK9_w/s72-c/hongkong%2Bkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1638464650323067836</id><published>2012-01-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:22:35.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Snail Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU12X5_z2cs/TyVw2wUaqLI/AAAAAAAACrg/sGhj1nXLUpU/s1600/blogday28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU12X5_z2cs/TyVw2wUaqLI/AAAAAAAACrg/sGhj1nXLUpU/s400/blogday28.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is Sunday, and it’s such a slow and pessimist Sunday for me. I was lazy for Everything. Not in a very good mood too. I spent a few hours at the office and called some customers that I would be leaving early today just in case they wanted to come, but I did not leave that early. I just wanted to have some space to entertain such slowness and tried to just live with that without having any extra force from outside. No, my mood swing was not to be blamed. It was just unexplained. Maybe a day like that would visit once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A day when you could feed yourself many inspirational quotes or wisdoms, agreeing every words, but you just give in to that slowness. I allowed it all, maybe because it was Sunday after all. Now, it’s 11.46 PM, the Sunday is gonna be over soon. One of those snail days, what could save us from it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My day was saved. I wanna say thank you to someone for making my last hours in this slow day, a lively ones. I don’t know but I’m gonna write something quite cliché. Sometimes these people keep reminding us how much we owe God. I feel so touched because there are days when you feel like a princess, and there are days when you feel like the most unworthy person on earth, and when that happened for so many times, you have no more tears to cry. You were just telling yourself that you could not be the princess all the times. If no one is bringing you down at times, you would forget the ground.  I accept that fact. I accept that there are times when I would feel like my presence doesn’t matter. I would feel like no one appreciate me, and even if they do, it is out of pity. That bad, my friends. That bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was just lucky because I’ve come this far, I am already well equipped with my weapon during my times of needs. A day like this will come once in a while and I need to use whatever weapon I have to shield myself from anything that can make the day worse. When there are 10 people come to insult you, they would need to try harder to bring you down. And only takes 1 person to remind you all over again, what a jewel you are. Praise be to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I survived my slow Sunday. Will go to bed with, “I’m totally blessed”. Yes I am. Never lose your shine on a slow day. It will be gone in a snap of a finger if you decide so. Hello tomorrow, here we come…:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE9vH42SMDE/TyVxDbZpa4I/AAAAAAAACrs/w9seVK7BylY/s1600/Photo0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE9vH42SMDE/TyVxDbZpa4I/AAAAAAAACrs/w9seVK7BylY/s400/Photo0232.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of watching Juara Lagu 26 on TV, I watched it on live streaming. The connection was amazing. Thank you Digi for making it possible for me to watch an interrupted live show. Not frustrating at all because my favourite singer still won something and at the same time, because of watching it on the internet, I could still engage myself on the phone...hehe. Finally the lappy's wide screen and Altec Lansing speaker did their wonders...hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-1638464650323067836?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/1638464650323067836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=1638464650323067836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1638464650323067836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1638464650323067836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-snail-days.html' title='One Of Those Snail Days'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU12X5_z2cs/TyVw2wUaqLI/AAAAAAAACrg/sGhj1nXLUpU/s72-c/blogday28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1058728777836332002</id><published>2012-01-29T11:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:07:53.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks Are Cheap. Are You A Believer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIfZXvaevXs/TyTRwHabYmI/AAAAAAAACrI/crDFYnSAUj0/s1600/talkative.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIfZXvaevXs/TyTRwHabYmI/AAAAAAAACrI/crDFYnSAUj0/s400/talkative.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am a person of a thousand words. I speak so fast, barely a fullstop, barely a pause and I can talk for hours too. You don’t find a person like me all the time, I bet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A lot of times that I thought I over talked. It got worn out from too much talking. My mind has a lot of things I need to catch up when I am talking, that’s why sometimes I just jump from one topic to another without even finishing the last one. That’s bad, I know. I describe all this just for you guys to know that I talk as much as I write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And after I said all this, maybe you guys have enough reason to feel surprised that with such talkativeness, I still don’t talk “enough”. I’m very reserved when it comes to a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I easily show appreciation to people. I can say thanks even when it’s not necessary. I can say sorry even when I don’t do any mistake. I should have all the words ready whenever I need to use them. But when it comes to more personal thing, I use to save the best for last. Especially when it comes words of affection and commitments, I am the most reserved person I know. I don’t know if I have ever explained myself why I am being this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe because we have jokes to laugh about. And not everything is a joke. When it comes to the serious stuff, it’s time to be serious. I take it seriously. I went through a series or lessons before I become this way. I think we were all like that too. We said what others wanted to hear. We said things thinking that others would not take it seriously until we proved it. We thought that it was forgivable to just say anything to make people happy, and under certain circumstances, others would understand if you could not keep your word. We forgot that whatever we said, people would remember. Those words could be just “empty words” but others build hopes around them. How many hearts have you broken because of the words that you didn’t keep and how many more hearts do you want to break? Wait until someone break his words to you and you know how it feels. Don’t do that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That’s why, I am this way. I will not say it until I am very close to prove it. I am not gonna mistakenly give another false hope. I am a grown up person, I should never toy with words. For that, I still have a price to pay. Some people still get hurt because of that. Some people want to hear the words they want to hear and I am just tough on that. I only say to them that rely on how I treat them, cos I can speak all the sweetest words but they are still nothing until I show it in actions. In return, I also not rely on sweet words until they first show me in actions. I also keep telling that I don’t want to hear all those sweet words, I don’t want to make people “have to keep something” just to break it. Until they are Very Sure they gonna hold on to it till the last day. J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every words we say are still open for doubts and suspicions UNTIL we prove it. Talks are cheap :) Go prove it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: I'm thinking of posting my bathroom singing of the song "What are words". We'll see...hehehe&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the latest fragrance for my office. I usually go for Shaldan pot series because it lasts longer than others although there are many other fragrances that smell so good...hehehe. Psttt. It's Apple :PP Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What could a social network feature do to accidentally trying to threaten you? The answer is it might bring back the memories that you thought have disappeared! And yes they were gone for quite some times and guess what, you thought you have ditched the pieces of memories in the form of pictures, letters and others, BUT…little did you notice that Facebook has a piece of those memories too and it GONNA bring it back to your view, at least! Whattt???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, sounds like you have a way out to hide them from public view since you have 7 days to clean it up before they really go out to public by default, but this isn’t just about them. It’s about you having to reread back and recall back the memories that you might not want to remember. Back in the days when you were exchanging love notes with a person, who today, is not even in the picture anymore. And not just that, what about the notes that you have once written to the people whom you don’t want to have memories of. They also would have to recall their memories with you, and I bet they would not fancy that too. So now you get the idea why some people are not that excited about this Facebook Timeline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am one of them who have not yet voluntary changed mine to Timeline version. I have visited a few of my friends’ profiles that are using Timelines. My first impression was, it was a  bit messy, here and there and I was not used to it. When we look at the normal wall, it’s just you going down to see the previous posts, but in Timeline, it’s like a newspaper columns, that I just didn’t know where to read first. It look kinda mixed up and I have to spend more time looking at the date to know when it was written. I have to spend more time looking for stuff since it has to load everything in one page, at once, so when it pops out, it was like, Whoaaa…where should I start? I imagine those who are using smaller monitor might need to browse down even more. It gonna be even tedious. And now, you tell me it’s not the worst thing about Timelines? Hahahaha. Oh My.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i1GUSRFy5Q/TyLQK7kUGOI/AAAAAAAACqw/9Xc7iQONffM/s1600/fbtimeline1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i1GUSRFy5Q/TyLQK7kUGOI/AAAAAAAACqw/9Xc7iQONffM/s400/fbtimeline1.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn’t think that the years at the side really anything anyone would care enough for until I read the new yesterday when they highlight about how Facebook gonna reveal our past through that!! Well, not that it concerned me that much since I was with Facebook only in 2010. I might have some pasts that Facebook recorded that I don’t want to care or remember, I mean, but not that much compared to people who have been revealing everything in their lives so transparently. I must be prepare to giggle and get embarrassed reading the old stuff that I wrote on the wall, those days when my Fb friends teased me about “making noise daily” because they saw me as  this person who “talked a lot” and “have everything in the world to talk about”. How Dare You. *LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, I told someone about this last nite, since he did not know much about the Timeline too and he was so upset because it’s just giving us “more works” and more time to spend HIDING AND DELETING the old stuff. He said, “Why don’t they just leave those things where they are!” Yeah, somehow, I understand. He even thought that he might deactivate his Fb account rather than to deal with “that craziness”. Aha yeah, I get that too. I had that “lil evil thought” too before. I thought that if Facebook is getting out of control, then I might just deactivate. Erks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For now, I will try to deal with it as much as I can and adapt with the changes and hopefully things go well. I don’t want another headache, not from Facebook. But I do love the daily sharing in Facebook. I do wish to still be able to keep that in my life. Anyway, Mark Zuckerberg. What ever you are thinking, hope you do the right thing. You started the fire and the fire just gets bigger. You can’t just ignore those whose life affected by that fire. (That Fire is Facebook. *LOLS) Hope for the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLMNqCLGk50/TyLScmuNaVI/AAAAAAAACq8/dgQv1i6aOoU/s1600/blogday27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLMNqCLGk50/TyLScmuNaVI/AAAAAAAACq8/dgQv1i6aOoU/s400/blogday27.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've talked about this hangout before. Me and my 3 bestest buddies. You guys saw the picture of 4 drinks on a table before, if you can recall that. This one was taken before that, at a different eatery. Oh man, poor the lamb on my plate. *LOLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3612336483677742128-11159649143368220?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/11159649143368220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=11159649143368220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/11159649143368220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/11159649143368220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-timeline-will-reveal-your-past.html' title='Facebook Timeline Will Reveal Your Past. What??'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmY1kTv6354/TyLQEeu9JOI/AAAAAAAACqk/jOMTWGjNC14/s72-c/fbtimeline2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-4971191967390902629</id><published>2012-01-27T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:02:59.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Just Get Friendzoned by Someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkn26qeqYZM/TyHxPk4jUrI/AAAAAAAACqM/T6UwWZBx75A/s1600/friendzone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkn26qeqYZM/TyHxPk4jUrI/AAAAAAAACqM/T6UwWZBx75A/s400/friendzone.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I giggled looking at the dialog. I heard about this word "Friendzone" only recently. What could it be? The dialog tells it all. It’s the other way of saying that your partner has dumped you and decide that you are best as a friend only and nothing more. Or it also can be used when you are having this special interest in someone and the person can't see you the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That means if you read somewhere that “I just got Friendzoned” that means the person gets the kind of less than special treatment from the prospect or the existing bf/gf . I’m not sure this could be just the other person was thinking or he/she is seriously DITCHED/REJECTED. OucH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Actually, this thing happens a lot to a number of people. They would be the person people can rely to, they be the greatest listener, the problem solver, the shoulder to cry on, but NEVER THE ONE TO DATE. When you think you have the advantage of being in someone's life because of all that qualities, and you thought that would give you the upper hand to be his/her lover, what would you do when you found out that YES, you are all that, but you are definitely not on the run to be the lover candidate. That's so cruel, right? Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It happens. You can name a few people that are your goodfriends from the opposite sex, but you never think you can love them "that way". Don't you know that maybe one or more of them actually wish that one day you could see them more than just a friend? Until the day that you give them that warm hug, sharing your big news that you have found someone to fill your heart. Oh man, you just crushed a heart. You are officially just Friendzoned one of the hopefuls! Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, I'm sure you guys now get the idea. What? I can't believe that all this is just a dictionary session. *LOLS. Okay, you now go and use the word, correctly, in the right place, and on the right person! *LOLS :PPPPPPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8LBY0TTf5c/TyH2lRNe9kI/AAAAAAAACqY/AQumuNbCfOo/s1600/blogday26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8LBY0TTf5c/TyH2lRNe9kI/AAAAAAAACqY/AQumuNbCfOo/s400/blogday26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favourite fast food set meal. You guess which fast food, cos I'm not telling. Haahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-4971191967390902629?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/4971191967390902629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=4971191967390902629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4971191967390902629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4971191967390902629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-you-just-got-friendzoned-by-someone.html' title='Did You Just Get Friendzoned by Someone?'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkn26qeqYZM/TyHxPk4jUrI/AAAAAAAACqM/T6UwWZBx75A/s72-c/friendzone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-3465716503901745628</id><published>2012-01-26T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T04:07:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lucky Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4ll6bUYe8/TyBe1PyprPI/AAAAAAAACp0/OfuK_P-Tl1Y/s1600/BritneySpears-LuckyCry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4ll6bUYe8/TyBe1PyprPI/AAAAAAAACp0/OfuK_P-Tl1Y/s400/BritneySpears-LuckyCry.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, I must remind you all that I used to be a big fan of Britney.  I came up with the name of a syndrome, referring her song with the title, LUCKY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The story about a girl named Lucky, not only she is pretty, she is also famous and successful in her career as an entertainer , with her fans chanting her name everytime that she makes public appearance. It’s just so easy to love her life. It must feel good to be someone who is  beautiful, rich and famous  - pretty much everything any girl would dream for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But at the chorus of the song, you know that there’s something wrong with the girl.  When her fans are busy admiring her life, she cries when she’s alone.  Yeah, there must be something missing. The song does not highlight what is it that causes tears in her eyes, but the way I see it, maybe the pressure is just so high to be her. Maybe her work is too demanding that she starts missing the all times when she has all that freedom. It could be anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone speaks about looking beautiful, to be recognized for their achievement in their field, to have people admiring and getting inspired by you, to have people speaking about your achievements and how you become their idol. To me, she is seriously missing something when she still cries when she has such a dream life. I mean, I know that nobody’s perfect. It could be that She’s Not Happy even if she has everything that people want to have. Why is she still not happy? Why is she feeling her life is still lacking of something that is not making her feel contented and fulfilled? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who’s to blame? Lucky can’t blame her life, it’s already looking as good as can be. Lucky can’t even blame fate since fate is so generous to her. Lucky can’t  even find fault with herself, she has everything  from looks to talents. She can’t even blame it on circumstances cos she is already given the way to excel in what she does best, that some people won’t even have for the rest of their lives. I bet LUCKY is just the perfect name to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After all this, if you are still sad, if you are still negligent, if you are still unsatisfied, if you are still  never enough, if you are still grieving because of the tiny little corner of your life, no one is to be blamed why you choose to close your eyes towards your own blessing. People say that you cannot have it all and life must have balance, they are right but if you can’t notice that you’re holding a gold while others are only holding a glass, it’s simply a wastage for having such a blessed life, and you don’t even notice it. It’s a bitter fact that you could be one of them. Others have lack of everything  but they can still manage to look for the shine of happiness and you who have everything they don’t choose to just stay in the dark and mourn for the bits that are not complete. What a waste. You need help :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOTE: Are you suffering from the Lucky Syndrome? Find the way out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was the Orange Pudding that I made during the first day of Chinese New Year for dessert. I put a strawberry cheesecake on top and eat them together. I could not stop eating until I finished the cup...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-3465716503901745628?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/3465716503901745628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=3465716503901745628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3465716503901745628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3465716503901745628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-syndrome.html' title='The Lucky Syndrome'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4ll6bUYe8/TyBe1PyprPI/AAAAAAAACp0/OfuK_P-Tl1Y/s72-c/BritneySpears-LuckyCry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7165118187697118697</id><published>2012-01-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:48:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Coffee Time With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's been a while since I shared my cooking session with you guys. *giggles. Okay, I hope I don't trick anyone to actually go here just to find out that what I want to share is my quick tea-time just now. Hehehe. Lets just name it my Fried Beefball Springrolls.&amp;nbsp; I seldom have the time to really cook for teatime but since today I spend another day at home, so it's my chance. You can make this meal in 45 minutes the most, that's including cleaning all the mess and leave the kitchen clean (hehe) and even the chili dipping sauce and OF COURSE the favourite drink (which in my case, is coffee...hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I prepared 1/4 big pack of mix vegetables, 10 beefballs that I cut into small pieces; 1 ball maybe up to 8 small pieces (You can get frozen beefballs in the supermarket), of course some garlic and red onion for some nice smell and taste of your springroll filling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GBG8OeZ70A/Tx6KPbKsOqI/AAAAAAAACos/YAxGVJ5BpW8/s400/b1.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What you do next is prepare the filling of the springrolls. Fry the garlic and red onion on the pan and wait until it starts to smell good and turns a little brownie, then put the beefballs. Fry them a little bit before you put some flavour. I used a spoonful of Maggie Oyster Sauce which gives enough taste without additional salt, sugar, ajinomoto etc. Mix them together for a few minutes and it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Put the filling at a quantity good enough for you to fold the springroll nicely. I put just a little cos I can fold it easily and neatly. You may wet the springroll with some water if it gets too dry when you work with it cos it might crack if it's too dry. When you are doing this process, make sure you are ready with your pan with a good amount of oil to fry and it should be ready to cook by the time you finish folding your springroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After you fold one, immediate put in the hot oil and fry it. The fire can't be big cos you want it to take a little time to get brown and cooked. Or else it gets dark before it even cook properly. As you work on the next one, you must turn your frying springroll to get it cooked evenly. When you see the colour turns to brown, it's time to take it away from the pan and toss the excessive oil. It must be easier if you have 2 people doing it so the other one can do the folding and the other one can do the frying. It's not advisable to fold them all first before you fry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UMi9wOTVNw/Tx6KeRB4iBI/AAAAAAAACpQ/3LmPSLtfcT4/s1600/b4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UMi9wOTVNw/Tx6KeRB4iBI/AAAAAAAACpQ/3LmPSLtfcT4/s400/b4.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aha... OOps... hehehe. As you can see, this is it about preparing meal that you know you are not gonna sell cos if I were gonna sell these springrolls, I will fold them evenly and not like as you can see in the picture. *LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoxrGbSUAlQ/Tx6Ki3FpweI/AAAAAAAACpc/sTr2kAt4aiw/s1600/b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoxrGbSUAlQ/Tx6Ki3FpweI/AAAAAAAACpc/sTr2kAt4aiw/s400/b5.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here are the Fried Beefball Springrolls, ready to serve. Oh, one more thing, springrolls are good to go with chili sauce. This is how I did the chili sauce. I put a few spoons of Life Chili Sauce, and just a little spoon of Heinz Chili Paste (just to make it extra hot and has some mixture of garlic taste), mix them together, put a little water, heat them in the pan without oil, and put some corn flour to make the sauce a little thick and not too runny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02HUChVt8c/Tx6KoUDq8MI/AAAAAAAACpo/Axzz-wSWPr4/s1600/b6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02HUChVt8c/Tx6KoUDq8MI/AAAAAAAACpo/Axzz-wSWPr4/s400/b6.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally, this is the result. As you can see at the table, I have prepared half jug of my tasty Nescafe, (what makes it tastier is when you put some creamer and some milk into it, no need to add more sugar). So as you can see, it's not just easy to prepare, it's fast and it looks delicious. In a year, all my late afternoons are spent at the office, so only during offdays that I have the chance, so I treasure this chance today to prepare this for teatime. (I beg your pardon, maybe I should call it coffeetime instead...Hahaha). This meal that I prepared just now was enough for 4 people. So just in case you are running out of ideas of what to cook for teatime, something express and filling, you might fancy this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"&gt;NOTE: I don't have a segment for Picture of The Day in this post since it already has all the pictures that I just took earlier. Hehe :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7165118187697118697?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7165118187697118697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7165118187697118697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7165118187697118697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7165118187697118697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-coffee-time-with-me.html' title='A Quick Coffee Time With Me'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GBG8OeZ70A/Tx6KPbKsOqI/AAAAAAAACos/YAxGVJ5BpW8/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-6902771293132714639</id><published>2012-01-24T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:15:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Will Never Walk Alone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I always turn to this song whenever I feel down. Been listening to it since I was in U. This song will remind me all the things that I forget when my heart is heavy with worldly cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I imagine if we really can hear our guardian angel whispers to us, maybe she will whisper something like the lyrics of this song...:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Halleluyah...Praise be to God. Thanks for bringing us back whenever we are lost. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever done something that you want, and you think you can, but you are not sure if you really can because you have not yet tried it. Noone believed in you because they thought it was a crazy idea, and too risky for you to take. And so you heard your parents tell you  that you better off be doing something which success has proven, something that everyone keen to do, so that you can be like the rest who manage to get it done so well. Deep inside you, you knew they were telling the truth, but you could not help but think about your dream that everybody have doubt in. It got stronger and stronger that you could not hold it anymore. You made your decision to follow your dream instead. With expectedly a lot of objections, that made you feel you have failed it before you even started it. And when you made your first step, nobody even looked your way. They sort of knew you gonna make a U Turn and regret making that journey. Nobody believed in you except for you. Anyway you sensed that there was a strong unexplained force that gave you that strength that you never have, and that determination that was not built on sturdy ground. This finally led you to the thought of The One up there  could be behind this. You  couldn’t explain it but you just knew, Suddenly you felt so overwhelmed by the thought that He has faith in you too and for that, you could take on anything impossible. You made up your mind that you would never regret should it turn out to be a failure as much as you would regret if you never give it try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s like a person who wants to fly like a bird but it’s impossible since human has no wings. But in life, if you want something impossible, the word BELIEVE will give you “the wings” to just give it a shot and achieve that impossible dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’ve been there and never once that I stop believing even how tough it gets. As long as I Believe, I’ll be okay, I’m good to go. Rewards are for those who persevere. Have faith. *winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ksPCnPoSEc/Tx1Hk1fCQgI/AAAAAAAACnQ/Gi9Q2Hre-OE/s1600/blogday23.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ksPCnPoSEc/Tx1Hk1fCQgI/AAAAAAAACnQ/Gi9Q2Hre-OE/s400/blogday23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my most treasure Karaoke CD, not only because I was once a big fan of Westlife, it's also because I can just sing their songs without having to change key! *LOLS. If you guys notice, I always change the key to all the karaoke songs I recorded before, I wonder why I did not think of singing any of their songs first so I don't have to spoil songs that much. Hahahahha. Kidding. Anyway, finally I recorded one which is related to the topic today. Enjoy my casual karaoke session for Flying Without Wings okay...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The loud and continuous fireworks on the sky woke me up from nap just now. I’m not complaining since I have another post to make for my 22nd day of blog challenge. I’m not gonna quit halfway, you can see that. Hehehe. Today is already the morning of 23th January. Happy Chinese New Year to all who are celebrating, and to the rest of you who find meaning within this celebration and adapt it into their lives. Proudly to say that I am one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is not the first year that The Dragon appears in my entire life. I’ve had one year of Dragon before. People often speak about  Dragon in Chinese Calendar. They have good remarks for this particular animal. Dragon itself is not a common animal, and it is an ancient animal. Very remarkable. I bet all of us have seen the other 11 line up of animals in the Chinese zodiacs, except for this one. Yet, people talk about it as if it is still living among us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Honestly speaking, I am quite nervous too. Never that I feel somehow connected to Chinese New Year and the animal that marks the year like this year. Maybe because I am so excited about 2012 and this Dragon year appears less than a month since we welcomed 2012 so the  New Year excitement is still there. Or could it be because of something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me give a  better answer. This year is a very important year for me. Nobody orders me so but I decided so. I think that I’ve slowed down, experimenting enough, studying enough, I should now have the time to just make use of all the lessons. If I think I’m good, it’s time to prove it. I also delayed long enough for my other major plans, one of those “It will be soon” or  “One day the day will come” or “Someday, for sure” – and it’s time to just decide when that day is. 2012 is a perfect year for all good things that we have delayed way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For this, I would not mind The Water Dragon in the Chinese calendar to even be the fuel of that  determination. I’ve read about how they say this year is set to be a GOOD YEAR for many things. I do read predictions, but I never rely on them. But if they are so good, I know they gonna come true. How can it not come true for the people who have been fighting and struggling despite a number of fall. They just won’t give up. It’s just a matter of time that they gonna grab exactly what the catch of the quest. That’s the beauty of perseverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will turn a new leaf every single day, vow to make tomorrow better than yesterday and I am not gonna rely on things that won’t work and I should now have the ability to tell if they are. So for trying new measure in career and life, as I have said to my colleagues, I’m gonna try something new and see if it’s gonna work, if it doesn’t, another one failure won’t hurt me at all cos I have survived many of them. Hahaha. Finally that laughter. It’s a laughter of relief. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My dear friends, we gonna take our future in our own hands, cos I believe that’s the power God gave us, that’s why we are given hands and legs to do actions, eyes to see, ears to listen and brain to think. He won’t just give us all these wonderful equipments when He has decided everything for us. It’s totally our own mission from us. Lets not disappoint our Creator by wasting all this. On the quest to achieve the moon and stars, never step on people’s  back – Be righteous along the battle, never cheat to win dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Dragon Year to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As I have put in my header, Are you Ready To Fly With The Dragon? Better be, cos I am. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrYNr9Gu8tw/TxxGs1GTvWI/AAAAAAAACnE/ZAvGXLOXoig/s1600/blogday22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrYNr9Gu8tw/TxxGs1GTvWI/AAAAAAAACnE/ZAvGXLOXoig/s400/blogday22.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This might not be the&amp;nbsp; best shot but this Chicken Noodles has brought me back to Chinese restaurant after years. I decided that of all the Chicken Noodles that comes from non-Chinese restaurants, this is still my pick. It cost RM5 per bowl but I come there for a few times in a month alone. Oh man, looking at it makes me hungry again. *giggles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After reading news after news, how people lost their lives at a young age, the way they progressed in their career and social life, you thought they gonna live at least until their old days. The next thing you learnt is that these people have passed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suddenly that makes me look at life in a bigger picture. You see people lost their lives, something that you still have, and here we are, dealing with the small stuff, making tiny matters big enough, how we let silly things stop us from making the best of this life, making our problems and troubles and enemies get the better of us, steal every valuable second from us by letting them consume and inhibit our mind and emotion in a way that lead us to neglect the bigger things that really MATTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How small are those things compared to the fact that all those won't matter even abit once this life ends, and to those who have to end theirs this early, if only they are given the chance to have their say, they would do anything to still be alive and carry on their mission to achieve their dreams. And for us who still have this life, what are we doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Choice's Ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-649611680297735966?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/649611680297735966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=649611680297735966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/649611680297735966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/649611680297735966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/thought-for-souls-that-have-left.html' title='A Thought For The Souls That Have Left'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvgZ0ZqcSQM/TxuGnYWGiCI/AAAAAAAACmg/MQrvFp2b4pU/s72-c/life%2Bchoice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5043962237859151556</id><published>2012-01-22T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:51:55.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Rejected Traits In Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXj2SSgES_M/Txrsj85UFaI/AAAAAAAACmU/k--N8Urap08/s1600/hunks.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXj2SSgES_M/Txrsj85UFaI/AAAAAAAACmU/k--N8Urap08/s400/hunks.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. The Cheater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They often have something to say to you, anything that they think you want to hear just to get away with their mistakes. Anything that comes out from their mouth, hardly one thing that you can believe because they never prove what they say, they never keep their words and everytime you caught them cheating, they prepare a thousand more new stories to tell you to delay you from finding out their latest sets of lies and to delay you from punishing them for being a cheater. They speak out promises like running tap water just to forget about them and the act with a thousand masks just to make you listen to them again. Totally unaccepted trait. REJECT definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. The King of Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They will make their steps on as many women as possible, use the same pick up lines that have once worked wonder. They are even disgusting when they are married, and even with kids, and they act like a single guy who asks a girl to a prom. The fact is, they don’t even remember you are which one because they flirt everywhere and everytime when they have the chance, even on their way to the public toilet. If you happen to return back their call and give them the greenlight, never dream to be their top 10 list of victims, cos  to get them the title King of all flirts, they must have been collecting girls forever. Rejected 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.  The Boasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They speak about all the  things they have, and the best of things they have compared to others, often exaggerate points to make them stand the crowd,  and they use that weapon to impress people. They will speak about how expensive is their latest projects, and what’s the next car they plan to buy, the next place they want to travel to, and all the branded things they buy. They enjoy buying people’s impression with their big mouth and even if they are speaking the truth, it makes it so uncomfortable being around them. I prefer the average-not-too-humble guy but NO to Boasty. REJECTED first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. The  Laser Talker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They have nothing but rough language. They curse easily, even to any gals they know even if  they are just joking. They talk out loud not thinking that they gonna bring up some sensitive issues or hurt someone with their words. They don’t have sensitive bones and they just speak whatever that comes to their mind. Definitely, they gonna fail a manner test just with that mouth alone. With this trait, imagine how many people will get embarrassed by them and they don’t even know it. To me, I have big issue with this trait. Being talkative with manner is totally a different category. So this one is definitely OUT for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. The Ridiculous Spender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Very turn-off. When a guy is a big spender, especially when he spends more than he earns, he knows nothing about the reality of life yet. The kind of high class lifestyle that doesn’t fit his paycheck,   he won’t mind owing people money as long as he can still spend big, so unreasonably not wise. He always have taste for expensive stuff and only go to fancy places to shop and dine. In the end, when he has no saving for future, you know that his spending habit is gonna spell a long lasting misery for her unless he changes. That is SO AWEFUL. Rejected, CONFIRM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. The Lazy Bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another major turn-off. Lazy in everything.  Lazy to wash his own clothes. Lazy to go to work. Lazy to talk. Lazy to argue. Lazy to discuss. A person who is pretty much has a mountain of dreams but never starts climbing it because he’s just PLAIN LAZY. He would not mind living in the middle of the piles of “garbage” then do something about it. Guys like this will remain helpless and just needs a lot of luck to get something done. Such a “lazy” influence. I cannot stand it since I have that lazy bone in me too. So, NO THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. The Head Gangster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Men that always settle things by getting physical definitely don’t fit the cut. Today they tell you they be physical for self protection and security, but the next day you know they just easily raise their arms to hurt anyone because of their failure to control anger. One day, how can you not care if he’s gonna be one of those abusive husbands who hit their wives. So this is not just a scary trait, but definitely in my Reject List  *phewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I meet a criteria that matches any of those, I usually will cut and refrain myself from even knowing their names. I am soo allergic to those kind of traits…Pheww, so lucky that you guys who are reading this don’t have any of these traits, right? If you have, maybe it’s bell ringing, Lose this trait, time for A Change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture For today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV30hQTOfI4/TxrrdN40QLI/AAAAAAAACmI/iGE40OT2Wd8/s1600/Photo0195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV30hQTOfI4/TxrrdN40QLI/AAAAAAAACmI/iGE40OT2Wd8/s400/Photo0195.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #d9ead3; text-align: center;"&gt;Every weekend, I must buy this steam chocolate cake in heart shape. It has strong cocoa that lingers in my taste buds. Well done. Gonna buy them again tomorrow. Yum2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-5043962237859151556?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/5043962237859151556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=5043962237859151556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5043962237859151556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5043962237859151556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-rejected-traits-in-men.html' title='7 Rejected Traits In Men'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXj2SSgES_M/Txrsj85UFaI/AAAAAAAACmU/k--N8Urap08/s72-c/hunks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8008753034095263638</id><published>2012-01-21T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:54:18.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men cheat'/><title type='text'>The Answer To Why Do Men Cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87O9wltlkbk/TxpfvrerC6I/AAAAAAAAClw/d3SVaW7Vw_c/s1600/cheating.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87O9wltlkbk/TxpfvrerC6I/AAAAAAAAClw/d3SVaW7Vw_c/s400/cheating.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still remember watching this Oprah show discussing about women who got cheated by their men. There is a simple definition to WHY a man cheats his woman. A man cheats his woman because there's a woman who is willing to cheat with him.( Lelaki curang terhadap kekasih/isterinya adalah kerana ada seorang perempuan lain yg sanggup curang bersamanya). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So do the ladies know that they could be the break factor of another lady's relationship? So when you receive an "invitation" from a man who is taken, and as much as you think you have the right to say yes, and prepare with "it's not my fault, he comes to me first" in case anyone blames you, that kind of answer will only valid until you be in the poor lady's shoes. That time you wish that the other lady has enough compassion to never agree to cheat with your man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember, everytime that you reject any kind of invitation like that, you have saved a confused man from ruining his relationship, and a hopeful lady from a crushed dream, and contributes to a rare relationship that lasts forever. So ladies, how many relationships have you saved so far? Well Done :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Say No To All The Cheating Men. You can do something to make sure their Age Of Glory is OVER...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-8008753034095263638?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8008753034095263638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8008753034095263638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8008753034095263638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8008753034095263638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/answer-to-why-do-men-cheat.html' title='The Answer To Why Do Men Cheat'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87O9wltlkbk/TxpfvrerC6I/AAAAAAAAClw/d3SVaW7Vw_c/s72-c/cheating.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8884223686623740211</id><published>2012-01-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:13:50.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gold Digger In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L6EQEeamUQ/TxlnIFHx1GI/AAAAAAAAClY/IfIaZPUrMYg/s1600/golddigger%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L6EQEeamUQ/TxlnIFHx1GI/AAAAAAAAClY/IfIaZPUrMYg/s400/golddigger%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What’s a Gold Digger? Anyone? Definition from the Wikipedia, Gold Digger is A person who dates others purely to extract money from them. Aha. Some of us would be more familiar with the name Razorblade or Pisau Cukur which is a term used in Malay language. The general idea that most of us have about the gold diggers is they are women who have it all plotted, they would only mix with the guys who they can get things from, those who easily lavish them with luxury and gifts. That’s very familiar. These women, you can sometimes know them by their appearance. They are presentable, attractively groomed, they wear accessories that makes them stand the crowd. I mean, that’s what most of us initially thought how the gold diggers start their mission to hunt for the big jaws. One more thing, if you are just The Average Joe, she might not even turn her head to you even how nice and how courteous you are to them. I don’t suggest that we generalize these presentable ladies, but just assume that we are right about a number of them, that’s good enough. This is a good indicator, not for us, ladies, but for the guys. Why? Because you men are the potential victims to be. Wow…the word victims is so terrifying. What are the things the gold diggers do to victimize these “poor” guys?  Not poor in that sense, of course. Hahaha. In fact, you are seen as a Gold Mine  by them before they put their spell on you and dig your gold as much as they can before they just shut you off from their lives. Whoa, that harsh? That’s the normal modus operandi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now the question is…is it really that easy to tell whether a woman is a gold digger or not? What about those average ladies, with their own attractiveness but are not the show offs category. Are they all safe to date? This can be tricky. Just because they look kind, good manners, good background, it doesn’t give you men the security just yet. They might be one of those gold diggers, and before you know, they have already started digging gold from you. Of course, because you are fooled by how they present themselves, you find it hard to accept the fact. You end up asking yourself why did you let yourself got dragged that far and everything that you spent on her which you consider as a worthy investment, thinking that she might be the one for you to marry and have family with,  all ends in vain leaving you feeling like the most useless man on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if these ladies are all gold diggers on purpose. What if they don’t even know that they fit that name. They thought they are just being nice, follow the flow, accept a man’s kindness and generosity as far as what he’s willing to give and offer. You give her a fancy gift, you insist that she takes it, and she does just that, one after another, and another and another… until it comes to the point that you think you put so much investment on this lady, and what you can see is, she doesn’t look that thankful. Yes, she does say thank you everytime, but she does no t show the reaction that you expect. Not only that she never gives her word that she is your lady, she doesn’t even show any affection, she even ignores you whenever she has bigger things to deal and only comes back to you when she has something to benefit from you. Aha, isn’t that obvious enough? But some of you men just refuse to take this as a warning sign. You still put hope and thinking that by putting more investment, something good can happen. But nope, nothing at all. When you men are tired and start to feel that something is wrong, it’s only you start to act defensive. Now…Who to blame? Is the man’s wrong ways to handle a normal girl has turned her into one of the gold-diggers or is she entirely to be blamed, for putting a mask to fool the man? This can be quite confusing. Now the question is, can it be the men’s fault how these women be dubbed as the Gold Diggers In Disguise? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Verdi ct. BOTH ARE GUILTY. The man’s fault is when he put his first wisdom at number two and follow his heart (lust? Woops!) instead. He’s being persistent, insist to win the lady. When she doesn’t show any sign of interest, he puts more investment thinking that she might change her mind, or maybe feel a little guilty after she has taken so much, and so she has to do whatever that pleases the guy to return the favour. That’s what the guy thinks. If the girl really does so, he’s a lucky man, but what if otherwise? This is when it gonna be totally the wrong turn. He will hate this lady and accuses her of being a gold digger. So lady, can you defend yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The lady’s fault is when her friendly intention to just make friends, mix with a little evil plan to just prolong the so-called friendship with the guy with a giving nature. Seeing that the guy is so into her, she enjoys it instead of stopping it cos if she stops him too early, it kills the fun. This is when the greedy human  nature will play part. She thinks that it’s okay to just hold him back for a little longer, and let him show more generosity, knowing that he has an agenda to win her heart, but she has no plan to get serious with the guy. The way she secures herself is to never really say any commitment but still speak sweet words to keep the guy entertained. When it comes to the point when the guy starts being defensive about not getting exactly what he wants, the girl backs herself up that she can say she is being obvious that she’s not interested in a serious relationship, just “good buddies who hang out and share good moments and thoughts”. Ladies, if this happen to you, lose that innocent face cos you don’t have it. The time when you manipulate a guy for his manly nature, and use yourself to spellbind and, you practically fool a heart and you are definitely NOT innocent. The good ladies won’t mislead a guy and make him spend his money in vain on  them cos it’s not morally proper to do. If you do nothing like that, I have no objection if the guys call you The Gold Digger In Disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If any of you ladies get caught in this scenario, you don’t just make him lost a lot of money, but you have hurt his ego, eventhough this can serve as a lesson for the guy too so they can evaluate girls better next time, and never think Money can buy love. Ladies, guilty is guilty, but if you want to make up for it, maybe you can return some of the gifts to them with or without them asking back. It’s not like those gifts are  “in sincere memory” once they have labeled you as a gold digger. So you want to correct your ways, do that. At least you won’t lose any more than when you lost his trust. It could be your last chance to clean your name from his “List Of Gold Diggers”. To the men, if you have not learn your lesson well, prepare a thicker log book for that list. The journey is still long for you. *LOLS. Okay, I’m kidding. Fix your ways. If you are smart enough, you can turn the gold diggers into your lovely princess. If you manage to do that, let us know. Hehehe. Good luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYV_Q77iXXY/TxlnQkhOi2I/AAAAAAAAClk/8dfxJ3_fmKE/s1600/blogday20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYV_Q77iXXY/TxlnQkhOi2I/AAAAAAAAClk/8dfxJ3_fmKE/s400/blogday20.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a Strawberry Cheesecake bought by a relative who just went back from visiting Indonesia. It looks nice, but I was afraid it might not taste that good but I was wrong. It taste of strawberry top and cheese layer are so strong. Yummy...Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-8884223686623740211?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8884223686623740211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8884223686623740211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8884223686623740211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8884223686623740211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/gold-digger-in-disguise.html' title='The Gold Digger In Disguise'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L6EQEeamUQ/TxlnIFHx1GI/AAAAAAAAClY/IfIaZPUrMYg/s72-c/golddigger%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-4730861789178286604</id><published>2012-01-20T02:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:54:59.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Will Rain'/><title type='text'>My Current SMS Ringtone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really like this song. Originally by Bruno Mars but after trying to locate some cover version done by female, this one fit the cut. She did it so well. This song has a very deep melody and it needs a real singing talent to sing it well. I edited this song and cut the part "There'll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby. There'll be no clear sky, if I lose you baby..." as my SMS ringtone. *giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="197" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e2Tsjs6Iblk?fs=1" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SMS will come a lot everyday so make sure the ringtone you pick does not make you hate getting SMS. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-4730861789178286604?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/4730861789178286604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=4730861789178286604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4730861789178286604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4730861789178286604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-current-sms-ringtone.html' title='My Current SMS Ringtone'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/e2Tsjs6Iblk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8338180170223006029</id><published>2012-01-20T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:54:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The So Called  Fake Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnPBamgO1U/TxhT3j7XeDI/AAAAAAAACkQ/3v-gXDE5zes/s1600/skin-care1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnPBamgO1U/TxhT3j7XeDI/AAAAAAAACkQ/3v-gXDE5zes/s400/skin-care1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I saw it everywhere how people highlight about “Fake beauty”. How people make fun of it as much as they can. Of course each and everyone of us has the reason to say something when we saw some women who rely so much on cosmetics and beauty modification or alteration – and especially when they get so much credit and compliments for that, gosh, we want so much to say it out loud, That’s Fake Beauty, don’t you people see it? Garsh, do you recall where that prejudice comes from? Especially you, ladies…when you speak this way to another woman, what do you really feel? You get upset because they get praised for their beauty and you don’t? Tell me is it because you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;among just those who are against plastic surgery, or maybe you are just concerned about how women should just appreciate what they are given, or is it None of the above? Plain jealousy maybe? You answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;At first, I was also one of you. I thought that no matter how pretty a girl is, but if it’s all cosmetics, the genuine ones without make-ups should deserve the compliments. Cos they could look much prettier if only they wear those make ups too. Sounds familiar? Look, unless you suffer from intense jealousy syndrome, maybe you can’t do much about this. But if you are in the normal category, come on ladies, stop envying the others. Those make-up needs some efforts too. Not just efforts, but money too. They went extra miles to look good. Let them get all those compliments. Why do you have to worry about those who went to do nose jobs, liposuction, or breast implants, or botox, or anything offered by the current technology. Everytime they get credit for that, it doesn’t even  make you less prettier, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What knocked senses into me was when I watched this online shopping, selling this wonder cream, I can’t remember the name. But it was sort of a magic cream that you could apply on your face, and it covers all the defects. If you have uneven skin tones, or scars, it can just cover it all. One of the testimonies come from this gal whose skinface was defected from an  accident. Her face was partly in  darker colour. So they demonstrate the cream on her face and how she suddenly appeared normal again. Pretty or not, is not the point. To just make her skin even and not be a subject of teases and laughter, already made her cry in joy. SHE ONLY WANTED TO BE ACCEPTED AND NOT JUDGED FOR HER LOOKS. It touched my heart. Commercials might say a lot of overrated lines that we won’t buy no matter what. But this one, although it was trying to sell something, but it said something true about the fact of life. It did say that Of course your beauty comes from the inside, we are not denying that, but it’s your face that people see first. Just like you, your impression comes from the person’s looks first before you even get to know them personally to know how beautiful they are inside. Don’t make your looks be the reason why people don’t bother to find out that you have a beautiful heart and soul. I was startled. The commercial was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So you know, whatever that people do on their body and face, it says nothing yet about their true beauty, which lies in their hearts. That true beauty needs time to show. You know the person more and only you know. So if they do all the beauty enhancements they can afford, LET THEM. You are not in their shoes to feel how much they think they need all those. It’s their freedom on their own body. It’s not like they are using your money, right. Don’t tell me you don’t know the pressure trying to be accepted by a judgmental community. Don’t tell me you don’t know how painful to have people keep highlighting about the defects in your looks and make you feel isolated and rejected. You can’t assume they do all that to mislead people with their fakeness, to just purposely be seen  an the most gorgeous when all those are just plastic. You never know that maybe these people only want the peace of mind, to not get judged by their physical imperfections. You don't know how much that means to their self esteem. Come on…stop being prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What’s the point of being makeupless and be known as The Most Genuine, when all you have is a stinky heart full of hatred and jealousy? So if you want to be dubbed as “The Original Beauty” make sure you are first beautiful from inside. If you are not, that means we have nothing else to flatter you for since you also make no effort to be beautiful outside. So are you sure you are not one of them? Then start with this. Stop being prejudice to those ladies who also have their own struggles in life. Respect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOTE: Those jealous people are usually those who can’t afford all the things they see people do to their beauty.  Deep inside them, they want it so badly too. That sounds more like real fakers, right? So stop it and let them do what they want with their body. If you think they are wrong, let God be the Judge, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;The souve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;nir that I got from my parents and bro from their visit to Langkawi last year...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-8338180170223006029?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8338180170223006029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8338180170223006029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8338180170223006029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8338180170223006029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-called-fake-beauty.html' title='The So Called  Fake Beauty'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FnPBamgO1U/TxhT3j7XeDI/AAAAAAAACkQ/3v-gXDE5zes/s72-c/skin-care1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-3606756610543740613</id><published>2012-01-19T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:20:09.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys And Their Jealousy: Sweet or…?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guys are becoming more jealous than gals nowadays. I hope I am just kidding and that better not be true. From what I can see, guys are tough business when it comes to their jealousies. Sometimes you don’t even know you have done something to trigger that jealousy, and the next thing you know, he’s already pulling a long face. If you think this is always between you and your special guy, maybe not.  Sometimes he’s just another friend who wants a bit of your friendly attention and you’re too busy with your guy, suddenly you don’t know you have hurt a heart. Gosh, guys are becoming really fragile. Like you can’t say the wrong word, speak about the wrong people, not to mention to just go ahead with all you care to do without thinking that picking to step with the wrong foot might also make them read it differently! My goodness! Hahahaha. Ok Kidding. Of course not that bad. But hey, just a  bit of reality check, are you guys sure that you have not switched place with the gals for being the crybaby in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, I know that not all men are really the jealous type. But I am surprised that the ones I have closely associated with from before, are all the jealous type. Sometimes I wonder if  their Jealousy Mode: On will depend on the gal. Which means, they used to be not that jealous when they dated their exes before but then with you, they become the SuperJealousMan. You gotta be kidding me. No gals would want to have that power to turn on jealousy mode in guys. I can bet on that. Cos to me, it’s the most uncool thing to deal with when it comes to a guy. You can stand him being a little childish for wanting more attention, but when they are jealous, they just can’t think straight. And the worst thing is, you don’t even know that it’s happening. It’s like, you don’t know something is broken then how can u fix it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My advice to all the jealous guys …Okay listen. I am being spontaneous again here. The gals can say everything to sooth you if they know that you are having some kind of funny jealousy. Remember that they are not always there when  your jealousy level is starting to climb. It’s a struggle within you yourself.  Remember the times when you know that you shouldn’t feel jealous when you see your girlfriend talks to a guyfriend in an innocent manner, but you just can’t help but get consumed in that feeling. Maybe a little bit of possessiveness and insecurity, plus it’s simply because you love your girl so much you don’t want to risk losing her. Look, your jealousy could be your worst weakness. After all said and done, if you think you want to keep your girl so much, maybe your jealousy is gonna go against you. You sure don’t want to be one of those breakup cases that rooted from untreated jealousy. Yes, you must know how to treat and handle your own jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here’s some tips.  Date someone who you can trust, that’s the KEY. Make sure that her job, her social life are all under control and under the safe limit that you can adhere. If you know that she has some “warning signs” that she gonna burn your trust, that means you are walking into a toxic relationship, and prepare to go all wrong.  If you pass this stage of picking the right person to date, you can safely hand her your trust and you need to adjust to that. Give her some space, no more silly jealousy. It’s not healthy for  both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, jealousy in guys is needed too, in proper balance, please. She might find it sweet if you know how to express it to just enough for her to know that you care for her that much. From your jealousy she knows how much you want her to be his alone. That gonna put fuel into the relationship. The keyword is Balance. Anything too much is never good. So, ready for the jealousy challenge? It’s 2012 already, wake up…No more jealousy stories in the headlines, okay guys? Hehehehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hremdbs2sA/TxbvxgRkE4I/AAAAAAAACkE/DXiwG4KS85k/s1600/blogday18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hremdbs2sA/TxbvxgRkE4I/AAAAAAAACkE/DXiwG4KS85k/s400/blogday18.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;One day of my so called heavy breakfast for the no-lunch intention. Been in this habit of skipping lunch because it makes me sleepy, but just in case I really get hungry again, I am so free to break this rule and &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;it's not like I don't have a desk to nap...Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-3606756610543740613?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/3606756610543740613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=3606756610543740613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3606756610543740613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/3606756610543740613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/guys-and-their-jealousy-sweet-or.html' title='Guys And Their Jealousy: Sweet or…?'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hremdbs2sA/TxbvxgRkE4I/AAAAAAAACkE/DXiwG4KS85k/s72-c/blogday18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8027751202540588555</id><published>2012-01-18T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:41:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day A Friendship Is Saved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even how matured I have become, or how much wisdom I have, still I am still subject to anger and grudges.  Despite being a person of Peace, a person who talks about positive things most of the time, still, I believe that people can’t use that excuse to step on me. It’s a very simple rule. I say it again, RESPECT is such a big word. If people break this rule, I will then have reason to break that same rule, against them. And also, I believe that if I can’t change people , and they don’t even show some feeling of remorse or guilt, then I rather avoid these people than to get stuck with them and let them poison my mind and my heart by speaking bad words about them. I want to focus on the positive things in my life and let the toxic people stay out of it. This is among the cruelest thing I did in my life. To me, it’s my last resort of not making more intentional sin, which means sins that I can avoid but I still do. By keeping them away, I will not keep anger in my heart. Let them be in the world of their own. If I don’t do they good, at least I won’t do them bad. It’s the best thing for both people, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Knowing that I have that kind of way in handling toxic people in my life,I have already disowned one friend of mine before, who brought really bad influence to me by her social lifestyle and toxic attitudes.   Earlier today, I was so close to disown another friend who has been giving so much heartache not just to me but also to anyone else around her for that matter. No one has so far escaped from her. She cheated people’s money and the next time, she just forget about it and pretend innocent. Looks like she’s gonna  drag more and more people in her really bad money management, and I thought that she has enough people to bother.  I decided to just send her a text message, that I consider anything that she owed me is settled BUT she should never show up in my office again. Yeah, sounds so bad, right? I had to. I wanted her to know that it’s because I am someone she knows, doesn’t give her the right to just take advantage of my kindness. Someone has to give her a lesson. No one has done that so far. They just swallowed and talked behind her back and repeatedly get hurt by her. I have too many things to do. Don’t have time for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was thinking again and again, if the text was proper. That she would understand and won’t get hurt. Something delayed me. And then another, and then another. It gave me time to think harder. When I was finally ready to send, I just sent a very short one instead of a long one, too short to even  say my intention.  Shortly after that, she appeared at my office door, with a bright jovial face. The moment I saw her, I  could see some sincerity in her face. Oh God, I thought I just forgave her right then and there. She came to pay all her debt, which I planned not to ask her to pay so she could stop bothering me. I didn’t care much about the money, it’s the kind of betrayal when I thought she took advantage of  her friendship with me. So we talked like usual and when I saw that happy face on her, I WAS SO THANKFUL TO GOD that I did not send her the text message that would definitely spoil her good mood. I would make things more complicated if that happened. Arguments could happen and it gonna lead to more heartache. Yeah, sometimes we are not thinking straight. We still do silly things. We are never too smart for another mistake. While she was talking in front of me like nothing happened, I recalled my morning prayer. Every morning before I leave my room, I will read this prayer, and I sort of memorize the prayer because it’s always relevant to ask for God’s guidance everyday. I speak this particular line in Malay since it’s straight to the point, and I first heard or read this prayer in Malay also. So it goes like this, “Teranginya akal dan fikiran kami supaya kami boleh melihat dan menilai sesuatu perkara dengan betul dan bijaksana, dan membantu kami untuk membuat keputusan yang tepat.” My prayer was answered. I remember that even how angry I was, I still have that little compassion asking me to THINK AGAIN before I send that text message. And that’s how a friendship was saved today. Thank You, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope the journey in the friendship with her gonna be better this time after she told me the most painful experience she had a month ago that really taught her some lesson about her mistake. Although I have dissed a friend, I don’t favour to lose even another one if I can keep them all. May God protect the valuable friendship that we have with one another. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TumO5rAS-M/TxWjp0fteXI/AAAAAAAACj4/8WnG13lG2_A/s1600/blogday17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TumO5rAS-M/TxWjp0fteXI/AAAAAAAACj4/8WnG13lG2_A/s400/blogday17.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Back in primary 5, our English teacher told us that our memory is never enough to memorize everything. That's why we need a notebook. I only listen to it now. Hehehe. I need a notebook that I can bring anywhere and just jot down anything instant that cross my mind. I have wasted and lost a lot of good piece of mind because I thought that bring a notebook with you is outdated and tedious. NO, it's not. This book takes little space in my handbag, and so far it already helps alot. *giggles. Oh the numbers are so cool...the are in shiny gold outlines. hehehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-8027751202540588555?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8027751202540588555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8027751202540588555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8027751202540588555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8027751202540588555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-friendship-is-saved.html' title='The Day A Friendship Is Saved'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TumO5rAS-M/TxWjp0fteXI/AAAAAAAACj4/8WnG13lG2_A/s72-c/blogday17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8727806844663858159</id><published>2012-01-17T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T03:39:17.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who  and Where You Are, For A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This life is kinda tricky. Seriously. Something that you did many years ago, sometimes you can’t even remember about it anymore, finally took you all the years to realize and see how it all be made into a certain outcome. Something that you did so innocently a long time ago, just with a little intention, with a lot of honesty, and today you find out, whatever you have today initiated by that. Sometimes the thought is so miraculous. How could it all look so nicely planned and plotted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back then, you would always thought that your destination is everywhere but not this one that you are having now, but it’s happening now. And all you can do is feel that amazement – and those who believe in a Greater Power up there, would easily have this thought, “Is this part of God’s mysterious plan?” And good thing is, what you have today, feels so right and you would not ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have said this many times that I believe that there are certain things in life are destined to be. But the percentage is very small. The Book of Life is blank pages and we are writing the content every single second. How you make your life turn out has a lot to do with what  you do, and the decisions that you make. Now look at that little Destiny game. I would like to think anyway, that in parts of the Book, there are some typewritten texts that are there since we were we born and those I would like to call Destiny Points, where no matter what you do today, you will eventually reach that points that you really have no say about it. But then, I also believe, after meeting those points, it’s still up to you how to respond and react to it from there. You gonna make it work or just try all you can to defy it. As you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at your life, are you happy with where you are, who you are today, and whom you are with, today? Have you witnessed that a mysterious plan slowly unfold for you, and that’s why, always give your best today cos you never know where it gonna lead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For those who are being righteous, there’s always a bigger reward. Never lose faith and anything you do today, plant something good, it will grow and give you good fruit. Believe that we deserve the best that life can offer, but first, we must do our best too. Best of luck, buddies  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQhTS2ftQ7s/TxR7hF8zmcI/AAAAAAAACjs/DxPDAAkV0-M/s1600/profilepic2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQhTS2ftQ7s/TxR7hF8zmcI/AAAAAAAACjs/DxPDAAkV0-M/s400/profilepic2012.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my current Fb profile picture. This picture was displayed on my handphone screen and I took picture of it using my camera. It's one creative way of doing your profile picture. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Note: I am really late for my 16th day update (now is already in the dawn of 17th...hehe) because I had dinner outside, and came back a little late, had time to take shower and laundry and then got engaged on the phone for almost 2 hours before I napped and woke up at 2 something. Goodness gracious me. Hehehe. At least I'm completing my late post, and it's completed now, yes! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&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/3612336483677742128-8727806844663858159?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8727806844663858159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8727806844663858159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8727806844663858159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8727806844663858159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-and-where-you-are-for-reason.html' title='Who  and Where You Are, For A Reason'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQhTS2ftQ7s/TxR7hF8zmcI/AAAAAAAACjs/DxPDAAkV0-M/s72-c/profilepic2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-923592185572654200</id><published>2012-01-16T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:13:15.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth You Deserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just to refresh your memory. Why do I choose my name Twofivesix[256] in this blog? Isn’t it strange. Of course you want to know why, right? I also have to recall back why I picked that name. How can I forget. I first started my online life in MIRC chatroom and twofivesix[256] is my nick there. I started going to IRC in Aug 2008 and decided to make this blog in October 2008. Believe it or not, one of the reasons why I make this blog is for my chatfriends to know me a step closer, at least to answer their question about my gender. They didn’t even get my gender right so I thought this blog could help. That’s why I just adapt my registered IRC nick to this blog so they know this blog is mine. Until today, I still go to IRC although I don’t really chat as much as before. But there are always new friends, and it’s just come in handy for them to know that I own this blog. I don’t have to divide my effort on “branding” and I don’t have to introduce myself using different kind of nicks. I shouldn’t be more complicated than this, should I? Hahahaha. Yes, my online identity that has been standing strong and still is, enough for you people to throw me 1001 kinds of questions. Just out of pure curiosity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You have no idea how many questions that I collect along the way. Everytime a new friend appears, I just fail to make them not curious. I won’t say I’m bored, because I always handle it the same way. Whatever my way is, I don’t give a frustrating answer all the time, cos the rest of it I just refuse to answer at all. Hahahahaha. So, imagine all the things in that you curious about people that you just met. Maybe  a stranger whom you find attractive, or you just want to challenge yourself to dig as much details. Whatever your reasons are, why is it hard for some people to just TELL IT ALL? Is it because the truth gonna bring them down? Are they embarrassed of the truth? Do they think the truth gonna bring them some trouble? Or maybe they just do it for fun, maybe? Aha, that’s already more and more questions there. O gosh, when are we gonna stop asking questions! Hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For me, because of some principles of separating online worId and reality, I have to be very reserved. Consider this a self challenge.  I won’t get hurt if I just tell all the truth and answer all your questions. I just want to do it differently because I enjoy having  an online identity and at the same time, loving my life and who I am in reality. I think I did it the best way I can ever imagine since 2008. I can’t just spoil all this feeling by making my details leak so easily, but I do have a condition that can be met in order for me to just TELL ALL. As I am in reality, I don’t just pick anyone to be my friends. Just for  some security purpose, I have to be extra careful when it comes to online world. I do have stages where you can reach and the higher you go, the more comfortable for me to just spill the beans. Hahaha. So don ‘t sulk, don’t get mad, don’t feel bad if it’s just so hard to know anything about me. I come online with a good intention, we can discuss about fun things, we can share stories, we can  debate about hot issues, and can laugh at each other’s jokes, but when  it comes to the kind of truth that you seek in myself and my personal life, You gotta show me that you deserve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, that means I have 100 answers to your 100 questions, but FIRST, be the person to deserve them, I bet when that happens, you would wonder who is actually more secretive between you and me cos suddenly you think that you know everything about me and I know nothing about you ( cos I don’t normally ask that much questions as some of you do. Hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the rule of the truth that I am applying here…Be the one to deserve it, and the truth is yours. Fair enuff :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlJAARQLMBI/TxL4v7u3GII/AAAAAAAACjg/i--idlmewPc/s1600/blogday15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlJAARQLMBI/TxL4v7u3GII/AAAAAAAACjg/i--idlmewPc/s400/blogday15.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I first saw this mask as Party Shop and was attracted to buy it but I was in a rush so did not manage to make up my mind. The price was RM 9,90. Months after that, I went to Walk In Shop and saw this mask selling at RM2 only!! So I bought it although I was not sure when to wear it. So the next location that I saw this mask again, at a kiosk selling Christmas decorations and gifts, and the price was RM 11.90. It's so funny how something so cheap can be sold at multiple price and some people believe that the quality of something has everything to do with the price. Maybe not for Made in China products. *giggles. Oh well, this mask is lovely, not only because of the colour, but also how cheap I actually bought it. Hehehe.&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/3612336483677742128-923592185572654200?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/923592185572654200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=923592185572654200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/923592185572654200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/923592185572654200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/truth-you-deserve.html' title='The Truth You Deserve'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlJAARQLMBI/TxL4v7u3GII/AAAAAAAACjg/i--idlmewPc/s72-c/blogday15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-409356122944430966</id><published>2012-01-15T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:25:51.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say Trust Is The Most Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of you will answer that TRUST is the most important thing in a relationship. So looks like everyone realizes and knows about how crucial trust is in a relationship. But how well do you Trust? Can you even trust at all?  In a few talking sessions with different people, I have my debate ready. To me Trust is not the most important. In fact, TRUST is a very controversial word in a relationship. It often gets manipulated and even abused to the max. I don’t know why you guys pick something that very less people are capable of doing it right. Yes, you heard me. You can’t be preaching about Trust, but you can’t even do it yourself. So what’s that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My argument is very simple. When you say that TRUST is the most important, maybe you need to elaborate more. In a relationship, there are two people. One person is the who gives the trust, and the other one is  the person who is given the trust. I bet you must be talking about the person who is giving the trust. Cos if you ask me, yes, you must be able to trust your partner. And so you guys know it’s the right thing to do, TO TRUST your partner. Now lets talk about the other one, the one to whom trust is given to. Is it written in any kind of law, that whenever you trust someone, that someone is worth that trust? That the person will do exactly as what you trust the person to be and do?  No, Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By the time you say you trust someone, it’s just one sided. It could be meaningless virtue when the person who gets the trust is doing it otherwise. When you think you trust the person for always telling the truth, what if he’s been telling only 10% truth. And you don’t even know it. All you know you give your trust without a doubt. And you think by giving your trust, you’ve done the right thing and you can sleep soundly. Gosh, don’t you notice where it does it go wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love and beloved. Sounds like a perfect match, right? But to love without being loved back in return does happen a lot. And the beauty of Loving someone is there, with or without getting loved back. Love is a standalone verb. It can be beautiful just on its own. But different with Trust. Trust must be 2 ways before it  can mean something. It’s totally a joke when you give your trust to a person who can’t be trusted. It’s an incomplete cycle. If the person who gets the trust from you totally fails you, it makes the  whole Trust cycle a stupid meaningless cycle. It can’t work any other way except for You Trust your partner and partner is as Trustworthy as you expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you say Trust is the most important in a relationship, you know it’s something wrong with the sentence. Cos it also means that your partner should completely be righteous, that he doesn’t lie, he doesn’t flirt, he doesn’t two time you etc, and maybe he can pass it for a month without cheating, what about the rest of the years with you? That’s why I go straight to the point of Loyalty. Instead of trust, I pick Loyalty, because if the person is loyal, no matter what, he deserves the trust. Loyal means the person is steadfast and sticks with you and not cheat you. That explains the element of Deserving the trust, and then Trust game can come handy. So my answers from many years ago, still remain the same. I still think Loyalty wins over Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yet, I never underestimate Trust. It’s like a wonderful gift your partner can give you, provided that you deserve that trust. But then, careful. Trust easily becomes the culprit. You overlook what you should see. You give comfortable space for your other half to misuse that. You should know HOW to trust :) But if you really are confused with the issues that I raise here, stop making it difficult. Just follow your heart. If you can’t afford doubting, then go ahead and just TRUST; but make sure you deserve the same kind of trust from him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture of the day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkCctNiKBpo/TxGpj4Jy_4I/AAAAAAAACjU/T3U4uyK1Pqg/s1600/blogday14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkCctNiKBpo/TxGpj4Jy_4I/AAAAAAAACjU/T3U4uyK1Pqg/s400/blogday14.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-409356122944430966?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/409356122944430966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=409356122944430966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/409356122944430966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/409356122944430966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-say-trust-is-most-important.html' title='You Say Trust Is The Most Important'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkCctNiKBpo/TxGpj4Jy_4I/AAAAAAAACjU/T3U4uyK1Pqg/s72-c/blogday14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5648628525774285378</id><published>2012-01-14T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:39:03.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matchmaker Don't-Wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, I know I am already late because I was on the phone until a few minutes ago, which was already past 12 midnite.  So I have to at least make it before I  hit the record of being 3 hours late. Forgive me for my tardiness, ladies and gents. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last year, I have guyfriends who brought up the topic of asking me to find them someone to date. These guys who said that to me, giving me the idea that they came to me for the task because they thought I should know someone who they can date. But another interesting thought is that they might think that I pretty much be in the range of gal that they can date, for example, maybe they want to date  Kadazan girl, so since I am a Kadazan, maybe I can easily find one for them to consider dating. Hahaha. Gosh, the idea was funny to begin with. Yeah, can I just grab any Kadazan gal and present it to you like a Barbie doll? It’s ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried it once on my friend. This guy was one eligible bachelor. From the descriptions, anyone would definitely find him viable to date. To gals, the highlights are on the job, the looks and some clue about the attitudes. If I hit my testimony right, I can just get the gals jumping to get that chance to get matched. Hahahaha. Maybe, for anyone who does this job, their reputation does count. If they are known as people with dedicated views, whatever their opinion on another person really does matter. It gives pretty much the impression that the person they are suggesting are shortlisted candidate if you know what I mean. Hahaha. Okay, what I did was, I told my friend about this guy and like expected, she was so interested!  But then, deep inside of me, I was concerned if the guy might find the girl “too simple” because she is not the type who grooms. I might do a good job for introducing the guy to the girl, but what if the guy thinks my choice was not up to his standard. I just stopped halfway, when I saw that excitement in the gal’s face, I became more concern that this won’t work out and it gonna break her heart.  My extra knowledge on the guy’s preferences was that, he did say that he admires things about me and that’s why he just thought maybe I have a friend that he can date. I was thinking, What if the guy put me as a benchmark, that whoever that I intro to him, should be someone like me, or better.  They might certainly like my blog and appreciate my writing talent, but don’t assume that my friends are all like me. Don’t assume that my friends gonna be as friendly and as jovial as I have been to them. That’s why, any attempt of trying to make me a matchmaker, I responded this figurative statement. “Before that, you must understand that not all of my friends have red hair”. I hope they do get the clue. Hehe. I also did another attempt to match another gal with the same guy, to initiate the thought that they can try and hang out some times. I know the guy likes smart gals. I remember that I was impressed by this gal for having brain and thought that the guy might think the same, yeah, he did think the same but he did not want to date her. When I tried to be a persistent, asking him to reconsider, he just snapped at me and said, Picking a lifemate is not like going to the market where people can ask you to buy any vegetable and you can simply buy. Oh man, I did it quite bad, didn’t I. Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I consider that instead of A Matchmaker Wannabe, I rather be called A Matchmaker Don’t-Wannabe. So much for the knowledge and empathy to understand and read people’s minds, I still think I can’t do this job.. Sthing that I learn from all this is that…Attraction doesn’t translate itself in words. You must experience it and feel it how your body reacts when the object of attraction is there. When they say they want a brainy gal, and you present them exactly that, they refuse, because they want her to not just be brainy, but all the other things which makes her intelligence is just a bonus. You picky people,  please self appoint yourself to be your own Matchmaker. Others can never do it for you. Trust in yourself, you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(*LOLS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOTE: Whatta note from a failed matchmaker. Ok don’t laugh. Hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k52l-odLY9M/TxBq0kQVsqI/AAAAAAAACjI/IUMe4tDbQw4/s1600/blogday13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k52l-odLY9M/TxBq0kQVsqI/AAAAAAAACjI/IUMe4tDbQw4/s400/blogday13.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not sure where my sis bought this choc cake, but I was the one who finished it. As much as I tried to deny that I am not a choc lover, I still think choc cakes taste the best so I just can't help. Hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-5648628525774285378?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/5648628525774285378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=5648628525774285378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5648628525774285378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5648628525774285378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/matchmaker-dont-wannabe.html' title='The Matchmaker Don&apos;t-Wannabe'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k52l-odLY9M/TxBq0kQVsqI/AAAAAAAACjI/IUMe4tDbQw4/s72-c/blogday13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7788621117063097985</id><published>2012-01-13T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:04:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Never Wrong Them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today my day was filled with nothing but hearing complains and sharing dissatisfaction with 2 people who have issues with 2 different people. These 2 people in question, I also have issues with them, the same thing with what the complainants were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The root to the problem is, again, The Chief Devil; Money. These 2 people did something the same. They both have problems with money, and they both have wronged other people involving money. These 2 people are my acquaintances. They are also ladies like me who have vision of their own. They have a dream and they pursue it. It just that, the outcome is not the same. They have failed to stand by very crucial virtues that really count in life. I can’t deny that sometimes we are so tempted to just sacrifice all these good values that we’ve been practicing forever. When we come across problems and troubles in life, we have to resort to survival strategies.  We will look at the priorities at hands, and that is biggest test. Whether or not, we will lose our values just to put our self-importance on top? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Like what these people did, they have changed their priority. Instead of putting other people who support them in their work, they put themselves first. So they did it in such a manner that it hurt those people who were actually the backbones of their job. They did not pay their workers on time. Not only that, after all the tolerance from the workers, they took advantage from it. They abused it to the extent that they were practically making people suffer. After the long wait, they paid their workers lower than expected.  These people who were treated with poor professionalism, have started to plant anger and grudge towards these 2 concerned people. As a result, they have caused these people to suffer. What I found out from their complainants today was that, it could be that these 2 people didn’t even know they have gone too far. They claimed to be innocent. Then to that point, I was thinking too, should they be made responsible for all the blames when they have lost the part of the memory of doing the misconducts? I really don’t know anymore. Not enough with wronging the people working under them, they even extend it to making their friends suffer too. They borrowed money and takes forever to pay. They never have enough money to even pay a small amount, but they do have money for other things that are considered not yet settled, and they are busy making new “book”, now with their friends. Suddenly, everyone around them are liable to become one of the victims. It’s just a matter of time, whether it’s sooner, or later. I really don’t know, can they just stop it all and start doing something right from now and fix things from there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In life, we must have the values that we will NEVER ever compromise. Those people might not be anyone that can give you promotion or credit that put you in limelight, those people might not be known to your superiors, enough to give you some advantages, but these people bust their buns, working day and nite to finish work that you are assigned to do, and you pick their work and claim credit all by yourself. These people have better position in your life, than a King will ever have. DO NOT WRONG THEM. Those who know their values, would rather skip meals so these people can go home with smile, bringing something to feed their kids. Do Not Wrong Them, or your whole empire might go down with your values. Seriously. May these lost people find their way back, o Lord. Let them not wrong more innocent people. It’s not too late for them, just open a way for them to lead a way of righteousness. Amen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uK5Xz3kOFX4/Tw8DAVyvPCI/AAAAAAAACi8/k7PyVs0XFUY/s1600/blogday12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uK5Xz3kOFX4/Tw8DAVyvPCI/AAAAAAAACi8/k7PyVs0XFUY/s400/blogday12.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is considered expensive. Hahahaha. It has almost 6 hours of my time to prepare them, with the assistance of my cousin. These were the meals I prepared for my family last Christmas. I cooked them all. My cousin only helped me to wash and cut. Definitely something I will remember in a long time...Have you read this somewhere that the biggest gift you will give someone is Your Time? It's because you are willing to spend the time for them and you know that time will never come back. It makes sense. *giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7788621117063097985?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7788621117063097985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7788621117063097985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7788621117063097985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7788621117063097985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-wrong-them.html' title='&quot;Never Wrong Them&quot;'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uK5Xz3kOFX4/Tw8DAVyvPCI/AAAAAAAACi8/k7PyVs0XFUY/s72-c/blogday12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1389454424511698814</id><published>2012-01-12T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T03:09:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things About [256] That Are  - Unbelievable? Believe it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hope it hits to your target question right. *LOLS. This is very spontaneous. I am quite nervous. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. I have 2 Fb accounts. 1 is for my personal use where I only have my online buddies in the list, and one is for company. There are so contrast in number, one has 4850 with 230 pending requests (which should reach the quota once I accept all the requests)  and the other one only  has less than 45 friends. Unbelievable? Believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. My job now totally counted out my Degree. I remember being asked to fill this form for a certain qualification, and I was asked for any certificates that are related to my field of work. Then when I was too happy to present my degree in the document,   the representative said to me, that’s not needed.  Other normal certificates will do. I almost thought it’s okay to throw it somewhere. Hahaha. Unbelievable? Believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Although I am a Kadazan and a Catholic, I don’t take pork! It’s been this way for so many years since secondary school because I was used to Malay foods at boarding school and not just I have stopped eating pork but I'm also  not a fan of Chinese restaurants because suddenly my taste buds have  preferences for spices and hotness. Hehehe. Unbelievable? Believe it…hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. You guys know, I have this funny thing going on about me and blogging. I can spend up to 2 hours trying to work on a blogpost (because a lot of delays in  between the time) and even how hard  it took me to finish it, I always assume that “Everyone will be too busy to read this topic, I’m sure whoever mentioned in the post won’t even notice it” *LOLS. For the times when I learnt otherwise, I laughed so hard and I had that Uh-OH I’m busted, they actually read! Hahaha. Unbelievable? Believe it. *giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. People know me as a workaholic which should go with the trait of hardworking but I am the opposite. I am the laziest person that I know. Among them is when I notice I almost have nothing else to wear for the next day, you know why I suddenly do laundry the night before. Hahahahaha. About the same attitude in everything else. I would delay a work for months and when I am reaching the deadline in another hour, I can finish doing it in half and hour. That’s just the lucky case. The worse case is when I got caught not even starting a task I was given and I’m lucky that my customers usually forgive me but I could never forget the kind of stares they gave me that time. Hahahahaha. Unbelievable? Believe it! Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whooppsss…I did this post almost 3 hours late than I should. I hope I am forgiven for this, because I did double-laundry earlier and I was too tired and went to nap in the middle of writing this so luckily I got up before the sun shines and I practically forgive myself too, just one time, and I am now assuming I am still on time for my Blog Challenge Day 11. Hehehehehe :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9TL5tvCN18/Tw3agpQf2yI/AAAAAAAACiw/ehEmaOM_yR0/s1600/blogday11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9TL5tvCN18/Tw3agpQf2yI/AAAAAAAACiw/ehEmaOM_yR0/s400/blogday11.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is a gift to one of my first cousin's wedding, years ago. I could not recall what year, but he was my first cousin who first got married at a young age but very rare story that they did not even stay married for long because my cousin went abroad to work and left the wife for at least 2 years. As a result, they got divorce after a procedure was done by the wife and my cousin's parents and now they are both with new partner. Looks like they are happier with their new partner and life. One of those rare case, almost unbelievable too. This picture is considered antique cos it's from a memory card of my broken phone... hehe. Luckily it saves me for today's post (which is already 3 hours late) Hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3612336483677742128-1389454424511698814?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/1389454424511698814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=1389454424511698814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1389454424511698814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1389454424511698814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-things-about-256-that-are.html' title='5 Things About [256] That Are  - Unbelievable? Believe it.'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9TL5tvCN18/Tw3agpQf2yI/AAAAAAAACiw/ehEmaOM_yR0/s72-c/blogday11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-8397117070907179427</id><published>2012-01-10T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:23:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Burning But Never Get Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we walked into a relationship, it gave us cold feet, butterfly in the stomach, not to mention getting a goosebump everytime you guys see each other. You can never deny that the early stage of relationship is the best stage. If only this remains like this for as long as you guys are still in love. And guess what, logically speaking, if both can still having that “early stage thrill”, I’m sure no relationship would ever end. It’s always the lost of Spark that makes the relationship less matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The question is, is that possible to keep the flame inside your heart for your partner? So that there will be no expiry date to the kind of feeling that makes your heart beat faster. If only that’s possible. I don’t say that it’s not possible, but the reality is that everything has its own course, and everything is going towards that end of line where suddenly to break apart is the only favourable solution available. But wait, ladies and gents. It can’t sound that easy, right? Don’t we have something to not be part of this cruel ending. No, since when life is that predictable. I believe that…There Something We Can Do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s between 2 hearts that have vowed love for each other. There’s a special bond that ties those two. Of course when there are outside elements of strong force that could get between you two and somehow makes the bond start to loose. Not to mention human nature that makes the process easier. We can get bored, we always judging each other and we sulk over small things and all the other emotional elements that never go to rest. Then is it possible to keep  the feelings burning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my opinion, YES it’s possible. When 2 persons want the same thing so badly, how can anything be stronger than that, except for the will of God of course. So when 2 persons still fight for the relationship, that’s like the first green light that things can work out. Of course, over time the feeling will fade away a little bit, especially when you guys share so much and the thrill of curiosity starts to take the excitement little by little. It’s cruel, right? How come something so good that has gotten better and better, is only for the sake of  making it bad and turns to worse from there. Can we defy this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From my little mind, can I just suggest a few things that can be done. I have never tried them yet but I am just using logic. I think like what most people think, to have a little bit of ups and downs in a relationship is crucial to give it a little adventure. Everytime you guys make up from an argument, it makes you two wiser about the relationship and wiser about each other. When it starts to go on a flat boring line, no arguments, no jealousies, no sulking  - yeah, Peaceful as it seems, but it’s the sign that you must do something to spice it up. Do something new, surprise each other, change your way of doing it in the relationship; for example, when he listens to you all the time, it’s time for you to listen to him instead. No one is the master and the slave in a relationship. You two have both equal power. Never hold too much feelings, say it and let the partner know how much he means to you too. Or just try to generously show it in action. All the little efforts, although most of them might go unappreciated, it’s how you put a fight to keep the flame burning that matters. When he does the same, how can this go wrong. When this continues, if one of you are really tempted to walk away for the most stupid reason, your value as a partner will hold your partner back. Just in case the worst thing happen to your relationship, The kind of efforts that you give, will stand out. Eventually any sane person out  there can evaluate. They can never deny the person who loves them the most, especially when they have once loved the person so much too. Maybe this will bring back all the reason why you two are best stuck with each other. The grass might be greener at the other side, but who cares, when you have the most beautiful flower with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never give up without giving your best fight. And yes, you can keep it burning. Some people have proven this if you are lucky enuff to find any of them. I have, and I believe that I can do the same. Same with you. So go ahead and keeps the fire inside you burning, burn endlessly, for the rare kind of love that is worth fighting for…AMEN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gA8513K2Iek/TwxYAb5sHwI/AAAAAAAACik/P1m6pFM_oJ8/s1600/blogday10_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gA8513K2Iek/TwxYAb5sHwI/AAAAAAAACik/P1m6pFM_oJ8/s400/blogday10_1.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;My ring...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&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/3612336483677742128-8397117070907179427?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/8397117070907179427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=8397117070907179427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8397117070907179427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/8397117070907179427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-we-walked-into-relationship-it.html' title='Keeping It Burning But Never Get Burnt'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gA8513K2Iek/TwxYAb5sHwI/AAAAAAAACik/P1m6pFM_oJ8/s72-c/blogday10_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-4065659208539590278</id><published>2012-01-09T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:04:45.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps A Few Little Things That Men Don’t Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Men sure know a lot about ladies. Men do know how they need  attentions, how they like to be pampered, to be flattered, to listen to your sweettalking, to hear you talk about your feelings for them, to be loyal, to be caring…All those stuff. You guys know all those already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe because of what men already know, they think that ladies are demanding creatures. They want everything for themselves, they want everything from you to make them feel  loved, they want every last piece that you can give them. So maybe that’s why men overlook the part where ladies don ‘t exactly want everything from their men’s lives. Ladies do want men to keep a few things and never want to steal these things away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Little did men know that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We don’t  want them to lose their buddies  just because they are paying too much attention to us or spending too much time with us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We don’t want them to put us above their families all of the time, unless it’s crucial and necessary cos they have certain respect for men who know how to set priority and their parents and siblings should never get less attention from them for whatever reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We don’t want them to be less efficient in their job just because they are busy in the wonderland with us. Their job and how they earn money should never be compromised because of our presence in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We don’t want men to try and be Mr Perfect cos we aren’t Miss Perfect either. We won’t mind that you look funny and silly knowing that it’s much better than seeing you all wrong trying to fake things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And if I shall add more serious demand from ladies, they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We know that men value us for certain qualities that they find in us, but we wish that, seeing us with the same kind of affection without our makeups, without our  appealing clothes, without our groomed hair and without us wearing our angelic halo – Is part of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One more thing if I should add, Ladies want it badly that men make it a lifelong commitment to love us and treat us right, in health and in sickness, for better and for worse – and we give forever for men to prove that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those sound familiar, too familiar that the men overlook this. That…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We don’t want men to lose “who they really are”, they can keep the history and the past, even the embarrassing ones. Yes, and hopefully when they understand this, they finally care enough just let us be who we really are and accept our shortcomings and never judge us for our past mistakes. And that, it’s within our will that we ask for as much as we can give. Men won’t believe this but it’s true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With this understanding, maybe we can see a brighter road ahead of us. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*giggles :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;I only have 3 sets of lipsticks at the moment that I know are still around. I have a few that I misplace and have not found yet. *LOLS. I left the other one at the office. I've been using SilkyGirl Moisture Rich for years. I know some of the colours that really suit me but I'm not telling which. Hehehe. The blue one is only experimental, I bought it from Cosway, forgot the name but I will use it when I am in aggressive mood. Hehe. Although it's not the main reason why I use lipstick, but I think lipstick does make your smile look sweeter. *giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-4065659208539590278?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/4065659208539590278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=4065659208539590278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4065659208539590278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4065659208539590278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/perhaps-few-little-things-that-men-dont.html' title='Perhaps A Few Little Things That Men Don’t Know'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OabtSK9Ohdo/TwsOizGw0YI/AAAAAAAACiA/O1FcYTh2AF0/s72-c/Photo0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-605199588576653310</id><published>2012-01-08T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:49:10.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You and Loneliness  Are In The Same Room…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don’t you guys feel a bit weird thinking that when we are so much surrounded by people, making their kind of noise, telling you that definitely you aren’t alone, and the next thing, you complain about feeling lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can’t deny that I feel this way sometimes. There’s a tiny feeling of “emptiness” that suddenly sets in, but I seldom admit that it’s called loneliness. I think that it’s not fair to admit to be lonely when  around us are people that we love and care. Why do we still feel lonely?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah, and sometimes we deal with it using many kinds of ways. We indulge in activities that play as a therapy to FILL that empty space. For example, food therapy. Munching on all the “sinful” food to feel full, but just a temporary relief. There’s something missing, that no amount of carbs or sugary foods can even make up for it. Been there before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am not here to tell you ways to curb loneliness, if you Google it, you will find all the links that tell you to mix with more people, to socialize more, to connect with friends and all those stuff. No, I am talking about the kind of loneliness that exists in the people who have pretty much everything in their lives, but still feeding to the feeling of emptiness for the reason they can’t explain. Maybe it’s  a mix of feelings, from frustrations, from rejections, from pastime failures, that suddenly create this gloomy atmosphere that you suddenly feel “so alone” and left out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know what, this might sound a little egocentric.  But I always believe that we are SO special, with all the ability to sail where we want the ship to go. I believe that when we have almost everything in our lives, especially when we have our family and loved ones, we have a job that we like, we have friends that we can call and hang out, we almost have it all. You have NO RIGHTS to feel lonely. That’s what I mean. You don’t go and create that empty space “just because everyone is talking about loneliness, why shouldn’t I” – You better be kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lets do this. Whenever we start to feel that loneliness, NO, STOP IT. No way it gonna consume us. Let it not be longer than a few minutes. That’s what I do. When I’m in high time, I will tell myself how much I have in this life. Day to day I will do that. I pray to God everyday for all those things that I have in my life. So the more I think about it, the more I remember. Whenever I feel insufficient for some reason, which will occasionally happen, I will recall back all my blessing, and feel whole again. Cos if you let the feeling to dwell longer, it’s that long that you gonna waste your goodself. You don’t deserve to feel like you are still at the bottom when you have actually reached a height. You can’t let down all the people who look up to you and get inspired by you. Remember that, that Loneliness is just a make believe. Believe it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No more loneliness, no more teary eyes, no more silent hours full of self pity, No more… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You guys know what, everytime I am facing difficult emotional situations and react in a stupid way, I always shout to myself, “SHAME ON YOU”. You believe it or not, after all the sharing I did in this blog alone, I feel like the world is laughing at me. If I can’t beat my own temporary emotional ordeal, then who is that person who writes this blog. She and I couldn’t be the same person. The blog writer is someone who is strong and sensible with her mind and action, she doesn’t look like someone who will let loneliness overtake her. And so, I am thankful, this will always bring me “back”. I have a number of people who told me how much I inspire them. I can’t let them down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No more lonely days, you blessed people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZleYWlxTNJA/Twm6bbZFWJI/AAAAAAAACho/ZsDBdnMpaJU/s1600/blogday8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZleYWlxTNJA/Twm6bbZFWJI/AAAAAAAACho/ZsDBdnMpaJU/s400/blogday8.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are among the rewards for me if I lose weight. Hahahaha. I bought  these pants, which come in different colour, styles and cuttings, they  are all nice, and I can only wear them if I lose some weight. *giggles.  Pssts...I have more or less 10 more pairs not shown in this picture.  Whatta motivation. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-605199588576653310?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/605199588576653310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=605199588576653310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/605199588576653310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/605199588576653310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-you-and-loneliness-are-in-same.html' title='When You and Loneliness  Are In The Same Room…'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZleYWlxTNJA/Twm6bbZFWJI/AAAAAAAACho/ZsDBdnMpaJU/s72-c/blogday8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7046298096219724633</id><published>2012-01-07T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:12:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And 7 Is Still My Favourite Number...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What?? why 7? Why not 256? *giggles. Ok kidding. Hehehehe. I don't want to talk about the numbers, just teasing u guys. Hehehee. But yes, 7 is still my favourite number. That's why I choose to make it different today by making my first voice post of the year, marking the 7 of January and the 7th day of my blog challenge.  This voice post is unlike those before, that I had to repeat a few times to finally feel satisfied of the result. Now, it's like, I don't care!! Hahahahaha. Me and my perfectionism, please lay low, let me just be happy with all the defects and mistakes. Let me feel a taste of my own originality, yeah, never edit anything and let everyone hear the mistakes of pronunciation and what not. I'm sure you guys have started to get used to it since my few last few karaoke session. *LOLS. Hey don't laugh!! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is almost ME! This is how I talk in real life. I talk so fast, it's like a train and it almost has no break. I receive a lot of teases in my life for being a hypertalker, and it's not like I never warn you about that. You know what, just accept me as I am lah...Hahahaha. Thanks guys...Muahss (*giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Picture of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE0jTET-JI/TwhkqEX-sOI/AAAAAAAAChc/QQL4SxJY2CA/s1600/blogday7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE0jTET-JI/TwhkqEX-sOI/AAAAAAAAChc/QQL4SxJY2CA/s400/blogday7.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;This handbag is really funny. I have another pinkish handbag that is many times cuter than this but because of my "destructive nature", I was terrified that my pinkish handbag started to have some scratches so I saw this bag today and I bought it! The only reason I bought it was because of the small portion of golden colour. Don't u guys know I likeee golden colour? Hehehe. (Ok, the pinkish handbag, I can explain *LOLS) I bought this bag so I don't do more damage to the pinkish handbag and I will use it again when I damage this one. *LOLS. OMGG 25666...Hahaha. Note: The golden colour really shows but too bad I might need a much expensive camera for that...*giggles. Kidding...hehe. I can't explain my crazy choice sometimes. The next thing, I want something moderate and this bag is a result to that...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7046298096219724633?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7046298096219724633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7046298096219724633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7046298096219724633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7046298096219724633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-7-is-still-my-favourite-number.html' title='And 7 Is Still My Favourite Number...'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHE0jTET-JI/TwhkqEX-sOI/AAAAAAAAChc/QQL4SxJY2CA/s72-c/blogday7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5654407640874759547</id><published>2012-01-06T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:08:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t Lose Them This Way, Not Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can I just assume that sometimes our ego gets the better of us. We keep a little grudge and refuse to show it, refuse to even admit it. Or you might ask me back, Grudge? What grudge? Heck, you don’t even admit that something is there, something that is causing you heartache, but you will never agree to it in a million years. How can anyone help to ease the pain away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look… I’ve been there. There’s something that someone does, someone that you can rely on, someone that you’ve have so much trust on, someone who has proven his worth to you – and after everything, all the person needs to do is just mistakenly trip a step  and it hurt your guts. Just one single mistake that the person does, without a bit of intention, has managed to wound your heart but not in the way that you can easily define. Something hurts you, maybe you feel betrayed or that you’ve been failed, but it’s just deep in the valley, way way beyond words. Maybe because of your nature to keep things to yourself or you think it’s better left unsaid. Either way, but you are on the way of losing someone from your life. Are you sure you want to continue??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am speaking about a kind of weird scenario that happened between you and a friend. Not just any friend. Usually only a special friend that has a special place in your heart that can cause this. I still remember feeling this way towards my bestfriend, when we were still back in college. We were roommates of two and she used to really look up to me when we first became friends. Then when we got closer, things didn’t look neat all the time. We did have disagreements sometimes. I guess that we could never avoid that. We are humans living amongs humans, and not angels. We will hurt each other with or without us knowing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still remember that I always booked a seat for her because she was in a different class but we sometimes combined during one subject session. Knowing that I always arrived first, I must book a seat for her. One day, a mistake happen that she was not aware that she mistakenly told another girl that the seat that I booked for myself was not taken so the gal took the seat. When I came, I was so shocked that I got no seat. I was so mad, but it was a misunderstanding, and she thought I already have a seat. Silly right? I remember she was a bit mix up because of the discussion that she had from the previous session and she did not put much thought into the seat, and it pissed me off. Especially when I knew I’ve been booking seat for her without her having to remind me and that was what she did to me. She was shocked that she did a mistake. The thing that I was really made about was, the gal that became the victim. She was innocent. Because of my bestfriend’s mistake, she had to give the seat to me and took a different chair and sat at an awkward position in the class and I saw that embarrassed face on her when some guys laughed at her for sitting at the corner. My heart was so in pain to see what my bestfriend’s stupid mistake had caused that gal. But it’s strange that my bestfriend didn’t get to know that I was having such grudge. She thought it was just a mistake and “hey, lets just move on”. From there, I avoided from talking with her despite being roommates. I was pissed for days and everytime I remember the part when she just gave away my seat to the poor gal after so many times I booked seat for her, garsh the feeling was tearing me apart. But I just couldn’t work it out or settle it. I kept grudges instead. Sounds familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come to think about it, o man, she’s my bestfriend. Was it worth it to lose her for a single mistake? When I thought of it again, she was so clueless about the seat that time. She got all mix up. No matter what my reason was, it could be as simple as an unintended mistake from her. And if I cared to bring up  about how embarrassed she caused the gal, heck, couldn’t it be that I was overreacting? The gal managed to get on with it maybe I WAS really overreacting. I was glad that it didn’t prolonged. We finally talked because my bestfriend, Oh man, my besfriend isn’t just any girl. It was because she was really special that she becomes my bestfriend in the first place. I c an’t abandon her over a mistake. Not this way. Not like that. Would I want to be abandoned by someone I love and care because of some unintended mistake like that? Is that all your value is, to just be dumped for a mistake, no matter how kind and sweet things you have done in the  past? It’s not fair right? THEN DON’T DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;End your unsaid grudge today, especially when the person involved is a friend so dear to you. In the era where virtues don’t take much space among humans, we must stand for a few good things that we have. WE CAN’T LOSE OUR BUDDIES LIKE THAT, NOT THAT WAY, NOT LIKE THIS. Please. Stop getting hurt. FORGIVE them. FORGIVE thou. Free your grudge. Free it. Be a happy person again. Try do it now. Please.Pleaseee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTHqdAdAYNo/Twb9u4qG2bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OFbrniXpz0c/s1600/blogday6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTHqdAdAYNo/Twb9u4qG2bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OFbrniXpz0c/s400/blogday6.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the very delicious cupcakes my parents bought during their vacation to Philippines last November. They didn't taste like the normal cakes at all, not sure if they have a better name. They were in large "bowl" instead of a normal cup as u can see. The purple one was Yam flavour...emmm...tasted so good. I think the other one must be Vanilla. If you happen to go to Philippines, maybe you can look for a shop by the name of Red Ribbon cos the wrapper has that name. I bet the shop must be specialize in good pastries like that. Hehehe. I took the pic after having a few bites. Yum yumm...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-5654407640874759547?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/5654407640874759547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=5654407640874759547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5654407640874759547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5654407640874759547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/cant-lose-them-this-way-not-like-this.html' title='Can’t Lose Them This Way, Not Like This'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTHqdAdAYNo/Twb9u4qG2bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OFbrniXpz0c/s72-c/blogday6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-2241396794156121485</id><published>2012-01-05T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:57:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“I Know”, “I Understand”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am so clueless what to write tonite. It was my fault for putting extra work like trying out on Twitter and doing some other extra work for the online community that I join, and guess what, I foresee something like this. The hype of trying to get a few things done at once, plus,  my 31 Days Blog Challenge is still definitely my top priority. Now without any topic I just let my fingers dance on the keyboard and see if I can come up with something spontaneous – and interesting of course. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, I just thought of something. Lets see. Guys, don’t you find it interesting that you can throw that look of “I Know” and “I Understand” whenever you come across funny situations that can easily make you snap? Back then, you would totally fire back all the most evil language you know at people who tease or provoke you, even how silly their issues were. What you have in mind would probably be “No Way You Gonna Win” and “I’m Right, You’re Wrong”. Yes, all that. Sounds familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you heard of this term Reward of Time? Maybe not, because I just made it up. Hahaha. I mean, there’s always something to feel silly about when you look back in time. You’ve been narrow-minded, you’ve been greedy and you’ve been too hot tempered for all the right reasons and place (at least you thought so). You know the feeling when you feel so irritated and you would say the stupidest lines spontaneously without thinking how stupid that would make you look. Remember when you said things to back up yourself with the lamest points, just because you could not admit your weaknesses. Gosh, I’ve been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And guess what, aren’t you surprised when you can simply keep a cool heart when people go crazy on you, saying all those harsh things without you deserving them, and I bet back then, someone could get injured or maybe “killed” if someone does that to you. Then explain why you can just give a very determined smile of “I know and I Understand.” instead of  resorting to any act of violence you can afford to give. You never thought you have grown so much since the last time you associated with something like that. But you have. Now all you can do is just let people have their way, and you would wait to be the last one to get heard. And what you have to say is just short, simple words, but able to turn into a spear that stab right to the lungs of the person who creates a scene with you.  Gosh. I have just explained to you what Reward of Time means to me. Your maturity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those people who have not yet have it, they can easily lose all debates with you. Unless they are among the rare people who are in control of their temper and composure and ego, then they would be just one of those who make a fool of themselves whenever anger sets in. So one advice is, watch your anger because it’s the key to your worst weaknesses.  One day you will understand what I am talking about. One day you would find someone who is similar to your “angry version” and it’s your turn to throw that look of “I know.”, “I Understand.”  The best thing about having this reward of time is you can now  cherish your time to be one of those “wise men” among your circle.  You think before you speak, and you don’t speak just to regret it, and then you act, not with your emotion, but with your brain. I envy people who are there, and I know I’m going there too. I feel so in control of myself if I can master my own  anger management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There’s something that you can do to make sure you get that reward faster. How? Lower your ego and learn from those. Never think so high of yourself to the extent of belittling other people, cos that gonna take you forever and still without reward. Should I say…this reward of time comes to those who have decided to go humble, humble enough to change, changing for the better. I trust that you guys are here in my blog because you are one of these people. We definitely gonna be there soon. I have faith in you :) Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XccIhfu25I/TwXFk4gNr-I/AAAAAAAAChE/-XkbUWP8P7g/s1600/newyear2012_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XccIhfu25I/TwXFk4gNr-I/AAAAAAAAChE/-XkbUWP8P7g/s400/newyear2012_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was my first attempt of Nasi Ayam a.k.a&amp;nbsp; Chicken Rice which I cooked on the first day of New Year. I prepared an extra special dinner so I decided to cook this, and I took the risk of spoiling the New Year meal by this first attempt but guess what? It was not bad at all! The chicken tasted good, the chili and the soy gravy that went with it also almost similar to some of the recipe I have tasted in some Chicken&amp;nbsp; Rice shops. Only the rice, it could have been a bit more chicken-flavoured. And it was because I left out one of the ingredients in preparing the rice. I almost sure I could prepare a superb one next time around *giggles. (And make the chicken look better than that. Hahaha). Ok, don't laugh. At least I'm feeding myself some positive words okayy...Hahaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-2241396794156121485?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2241396794156121485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2241396794156121485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2241396794156121485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2241396794156121485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-know-i-understand.html' title='“I Know”, “I Understand”.'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XccIhfu25I/TwXFk4gNr-I/AAAAAAAAChE/-XkbUWP8P7g/s72-c/newyear2012_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-6602216120618296491</id><published>2012-01-04T22:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:10:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Keeping Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Secret is sometimes very tricky. It is intended to not be told or to be kept away from certain people who might get affected by it. Something that we seldom discuss when it comes to secret is when it can put us in a dilemma, from someone who has no significance in  the secret involved, and then the next thing you can’t sleep because of it. How is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Secret means that you need to hold the truth from someone, or hide the truth pretending that you know nothing. This can put you in a difficult situation when you feel guilty because of what you know but then you can’t just reveal it, thinking of the consequences. Most of the time, it involves people that you care about. What if by revealing it, you are putting in jeopardy your friendship with another one, but then by keeping it, you think you are betraying yet another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here’s the art which I spontaneous compile from my understanding. Secret is something to be kept for a while, from certain people, for a reason, whether it’s good or bad. There’s a common  virtue that when someone tells you a secret, you must keep it. Especially when the person is someone who means a lot to you. Of course you won’t just take it for granted. Then you find out that the secret is about someone else, and the person should know the secret to know there’s some unnoticed happening is going on in her life, and the longer you keep it, the longer you keep the person in the dark that she has something alarming that she should know.  So when you are trapped in this situation, that makes you feel guilty and torn apart…here’s the tips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Always go back to the INTENTION of doing something. Knowing that if you reveal someone’s secret, you will destroy the person’s trust. And although you think you are just trying to save the other person from getting further in  a mess that she doesn’t know she’s in, but you might mess things up even worse from there knowing that you are not the best person to reveal the secret since the secret doesn’t belong to you. Your responsibility is just to be The Ears for someone who trusts you and you should do your role. As for feeling guilty from keeping it, you must understand that keeping a secret for the time being, is the right thing to do. Remember that  when you don’t care, you would just go ahead and tell it right away. But because you care for the people involved, you stop yourself.  You know that the friendship you have is not worth to destroy. The way to handle it well is always - know your role in  the secret. If you just the ears, you don’t deserve to be the one who speak about it. Do what you can to let the person who owns the secret to confront the person who is concerned in the secret, so something can work out from there. I know this sounds a lil confusing, but if you are torn between 2 friends because of a secret, you will understand what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As for the guilt, let it go away.  You are not the person who should spend sleepless night because of the secret if you know your role and you are doing the best thing in your position. One day when the truth be revealed to the person you keep the secret from, of course she might feel pissed and maybe betrayed, that’s very familiar. But I remember many times being in the person’s position who only learns about a secret after too long, I felt the same way, but then I understand why my friends keep it from me. I would do the same if I were them. So no one has to hurt or get hurt any further anymore than what the truth of what the secret is holding. You shouldn’t make it more complicated from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conclusion is, sometimes to keep secret is necessary. To have secret is also necessary. Knowing that things have proper time to reveal and knowing that secrets don’t last forever. The issue is just the right timing. So ladies and gents, whatever it is, always go back to the intention. To the owner of the secret, if you can find a way to reveal the secret sooner, the better. Don't wait until the truth doesn't count anymore. You don’t know you might save a relationship from a total wreck. That’s the beauty of truth. Congrats to all the people who have been trustworthy and making use of the art of keeping secret well. You might just need people like that to share your own secret one day! hehehe...Good Luck :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Picture of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GVzYtdxOY/TwRnRETr-qI/AAAAAAAACg4/zcIvpS_1HCg/s1600/phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GVzYtdxOY/TwRnRETr-qI/AAAAAAAACg4/zcIvpS_1HCg/s400/phone.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my extra phone, an experimental phone because I want to try out some new Malaysian brand phone and see how long it can last. It's such a small investment but I want to see if it's actually worth more than the RM involved. No harm at all. I do this kind of experiment once in a while but so far, it's working well. We shall see...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-6602216120618296491?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/6602216120618296491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=6602216120618296491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6602216120618296491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6602216120618296491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-of-keeping-secret.html' title='The Art Of Keeping Secret'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GVzYtdxOY/TwRnRETr-qI/AAAAAAAACg4/zcIvpS_1HCg/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7374863229019502246</id><published>2012-01-03T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:55:34.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Faith Without Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what I believe. You can speak and preach all day about going early in the morning, or rushing on a train after work – just to be there at the church on time. You speak about how you think God helps you in finding the solution to your problems. Keep telling people about how you never abandon God even in your hardship. They are all good. Your faith is your strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, I believe there’s sthing else besides that. That Faith, just like Love, is not about words. It doesn’t matter how well you speak and affect people with your preach, making people feel awe at you, but it’s all Void if you don’t show it in example. To me, good faith doesn’t speak in word of mouth. It speaks in lifestyle. If you claim to be holy and pious, it must goes along with how you do things in your life. You don’t go around and cheat people’s money. You don’t go around and make people in misery just so you can have your way. You don’t go around taking advantage of your friends and their friendship with you. If you live this way, you can preach all nite, but if you don’t walk the talk, that faith is Nothing. This is I believe. Faith must speak through the way you live. It must not only be spoken, but to be lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I believe in this, I try my best to do the right thing everyday. Although I have times when I might just be a little cunning instead of being innocent all the time, I might bend some rules, but there is one that I will never disturb. Whatever we do, even if you have to do it a little evil than it should be, never drag people into it, and make them suffer while you get the treasure.  That’s the unbreakable law of humanity, personally to me. If you break this, look at it how you like but you are still Less than a person of virtue. Be responsible of your own risk and mistake and let people stay away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All in all, let the way you live your life speak for your faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“May the lost sheep find its way home…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d0e0e3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQPz7xT8h8M/TwMjjgp-nUI/AAAAAAAACgg/2lUT5ge2U2U/s1600/Photo0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQPz7xT8h8M/TwMjjgp-nUI/AAAAAAAACgg/2lUT5ge2U2U/s400/Photo0171.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3; text-align: center;"&gt;During the last hangout with my 3 bestest buddies. After we ate some western food, we moved to another eatery to have some drinks. The one closest to the lense was my glass. Hehe . This picture means a lot to me because it keeps a piece of memories of us spending very rare time sitting down and chitchatting. If you have friends that you treasure, you'll cherish every second with them...:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7374863229019502246?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7374863229019502246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7374863229019502246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7374863229019502246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7374863229019502246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-faith-without-actions.html' title='What Is Faith Without Actions'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQPz7xT8h8M/TwMjjgp-nUI/AAAAAAAACgg/2lUT5ge2U2U/s72-c/Photo0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1698287497566535839</id><published>2012-01-02T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:57:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say It’s Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I did not celebrate the countdown like most people who had a blast. I woke up on the morning of 1st January, yeah, it was still the same thing.  I was still at the same bed I lied on the nite of 31st Dec 2011, and pretty much sure I was still breathing the same air. What do you expect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Still I acknowledged the coming of 2012 and I’ve been really excited about it.  Although I didn’t do something special for the countdown, still, I feel the new wave being in the first day of 2012. Then from there, I will adapt new spirit and hopefully get more gear up, double up the work and gain more than I have last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can’t understand if one has worse definition of New Year than mine. To them, it’s just another day, same old thing, a day closer to death. It’s not wrong but life is more than just to come towards  the end, it’s about making the journey worthwhile. Well,  if one has this kind of perception, I’m not sure what can I do to help the person. I just feel like I want to say this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You will keep wearing the old clothes until you change to new ones.  And you have no right to complain about why are you still wearing the same clothes when you yourself refuse to change them. As simple as that.  If that’s the case,  no one else, Only you can help yourself :) Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19KZ210Nh_A/TwHSS1I2lwI/AAAAAAAACgU/2D2hjMKgWV0/s1600/2_1_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19KZ210Nh_A/TwHSS1I2lwI/AAAAAAAACgU/2D2hjMKgWV0/s400/2_1_12.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very nice jar, Christmas gift from my sister...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-1698287497566535839?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/1698287497566535839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=1698287497566535839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1698287497566535839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1698287497566535839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-say-its-just-another-day.html' title='You Say It’s Just Another Day'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19KZ210Nh_A/TwHSS1I2lwI/AAAAAAAACgU/2D2hjMKgWV0/s72-c/2_1_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-5450177082499411421</id><published>2012-01-01T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:02:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About Her Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There’s always something good when we look at other people’s lives that we thought are better that ours. There’s something to envy, there’s something to go Wow about, there’s something to admire and there’s something good to speak about it to other people. Sometimes it’s so easily to get too consumed with that admiration that every time that happens, you push your level down 1 step, and then another and then another. I can easily make my bestfriend the example. Her life is undeniably The Best amongst us  best buddies, evaluated using the standard guidelines that most of us use. She does so well in her profession, she achieves the level of professional, she has a stable and steady married life, she is doing her role as a daughter, as a friend, and as a worker , as a mother and as a wife – very good because she is particular about everything in her life. She won’t let any of the important things in her life left unattended. Recently she ventured into business and again, she made it. Just in a few months, the business is booming unexpectedly. What can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am surprised too that I could list all those in details. I never really put them into words before. I just know that her life is great. But after listing them all, again I am reminded that YES, without a doubt, her life IS great!! Only last week that we sat together at one table, chit-chatting like we were still back in college. The connection between us doesn’t change at all. Just, sat right there was her, whose life much greater than mine. *LOLS. Suddenly I felt ticklish pinpointing that again. Hehehe. You know why? It’s because how I made my words sound, it just doesn’t go along with what I feel. I just don’t know why, I think it must be something other than Ego, that made me think that I still can’t envy it “that way”. What I really feel is I’m glad and thankful to know that my bestfriend has reached the life that she wants. Yeah, she deserves it. She’s been working hard for it and now it’s time to harvest fruit from the labour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The reason why I don’t feel envious is because I think it’s not fair to make me feel down about my own life while appreciating other’s. And  I can’t do it when I pick this way, and it happens, and then I nag about the outcome of my own choice. NO. It’s not possible. This is it for me. I pick this way, and this way doesn’t look like a castle but it does have those “fairytale moments” that people won’t see unless they become me. Because of this, I might feel so small when I’m out with my bestfriend, but again, I don’t feel that way. Other than the fact, she doesn’t wear “My Life Is Better Than Hers”  on her forehead, I honestly think I am equally grateful with my own life. Maybe my life is not that bad at all in their eyes too. Oh by the way, I should reveal this. My bestfriend just wrote a note to me yesterday. And it reads, “YOU ARE ALWAYS MY INSPIRATION.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I put my hands together, saying my thankfulness to Lord above, most importantly is not because of giving me this life, but more about having the SENSES to realize and acknowledge how things work around here. Not everyone that has this life can see it that way. I’ve been through millions of miles in mind journey to be able to see things this way and I am NOT gonna waste any of this. Instead, I am gonna use this as my weapon and armour, to make me stronger  and wiser - to improve my life. Again, I declare that our LIFE is not A RACE of speed. We are in our own individual track, where it’s totally our choice when and how long to walk, run and even pause and just sit there watching time slips. So it’s not about who finish the race first, but how worthwhile you make the journey towards the end of the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My friends, never let others hold you back. No one is leaving you behind. You are on your own race. If you become someone much better than before, that’s the way to go. Don’t worry about those who is moving so fast, never take their own life and put it into yours cos you have your own unique purpose in this life. So don’t be surprised that when you are busy admiring someone else’s life, someone else is busy admiring your life. IT’S A FAIR GAME. Against all the obstacles and temptations that will come your way this year, BE THE VICTOR, beat them all. We can do it. Best of luck, scream inside your heart, you are not gonna hold that warrior in you. It’s time to leash the warrior in you. Be a fighter. 2012 is a victorious year for us. Go make it happen. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new shoes for New Year...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-5450177082499411421?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/5450177082499411421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=5450177082499411421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5450177082499411421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/5450177082499411421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-her-life.html' title='Something About Her Life...'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYMNqZCufbY/TwCCeb-kGfI/AAAAAAAACgI/SF4OsoBkrQE/s72-c/1_1_2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7008092399888576100</id><published>2012-01-01T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:04:37.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 31 Days Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GX-7MRvqNO4/TwCBYaG_KjI/AAAAAAAACf8/jvUh0CuUglI/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GX-7MRvqNO4/TwCBYaG_KjI/AAAAAAAACf8/jvUh0CuUglI/s400/2012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hellooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Look who’s here? 2012!!! Yes, my goodness, I am so thrilled and excited to welcome this year. This is a year full of controversy, a year that has been judged before it even  arrives, that’s to mention a few. I bet this year holds a lot more excitement to us, other than that, not to worry too much, cos it can’t get any greater than our Creator. Agree, right? Yes, you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, I did a lot of sharing actually but it didn’t arrive to my blog, it got stuck at my Facebook. I am so sorry to my babyblog for not giving you my daily attention. I have no excuse for that but I put myself in a challenge that I will do at least one post  daily, everyday with at least A PICTURE “of my life”, not from Google, not from anywhere. It will be sthing direct from my camera that I took myself, that mostly something that I associate with everyday, or just something that I own, or just anything that is related to me. INTERESTING isn’t it. I will do this to mark my affection towards my babyblog and then to RENEW and rejuvenate my blogging spirit that has slowed down in the past year.  Let’s move ahead and I don’t believe I can’t perform better than that. Enuff with the talk alone, lets just walk the talk instead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" target=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, the challenge begins TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7008092399888576100?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7008092399888576100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7008092399888576100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7008092399888576100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7008092399888576100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-31-days-blog-challenge.html' title='My 31 Days Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GX-7MRvqNO4/TwCBYaG_KjI/AAAAAAAACf8/jvUh0CuUglI/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-6909362379150000031</id><published>2011-12-26T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:40:45.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Christmas Time Of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas... celebrating the birth of Christ. Although 25th Dec is not the exact date of the Birth of Christ, it doesn't matter. When you know the birth is that significant, and the existence brings life to the believers, there got to be the day to do the celebration. It can be any given day, my friends. Christmas Happens inside your heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, my Christmas this year, which was yesterday, I did all my obligations first. After many years getting a little frustrated expecting too much from Christmas but gave very little, I tried to twist it a bit. I usually left one of my obligations in the previous years, it was whether I was too lazy, too tired or just clueless what to do. Not this year. I attended both masses, the Eve and the morning masses. Finally. I never attended both before this because I thought once was enough, but then I said, only once a year, is it hard to do? Enjoying the lovely Church choirs, that usually sounded many times better than during normal masses. They practiced a lot, I could see that. Their vocals were amazing. I was very thankful for their efforts. It meant a lot for those who came "for a journey"... beyond beliefs and religions, God is up there. The moment of connection and bonding, I bet it happens a lot to those who present at the church. The mood is just right. Now I understand it even more that yes, we can pray anywhere. But church gives the right atmosphere to really focus and concentrate on nothing else. Only you and that Greater power. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's a little token from my simple Christmas this year. I was so tired but very contented. Something that I keep forgetting, do not ask for so much when you are only willing to give so little despite the capability of giving more. "Give till it hurts...", I hope that can represent my aching legs, doing the cooking for hours. *LOLS. I wish to do moreee but I'll save it next occasion...hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And one more. I know that some of you requested for me to record some Christmas songs and some of you already suggested some songs for me. Thank you, my lovely friends. I did record some of the songs for fun...but I felt so unfair if I left out one of the songs that u guys suggested, and I could not do all of them cos it took quite some times to look for the karaoke and do the recording... so I think this I will just pick a song and dedicate it to all of you... *LOLS...I recorded this song just after I wrote this post...please just accept all the imperfections since I could not bear to record it again and again...hehehe...Thank you, for still be around. Luv u all...:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hearing the song Someone Like You by Adele, I started to wonder what did she mean by the song. It doesn’t really have one clear meaning.  One part of it made me think that she was okay with the news  that the guy found his new love, and another part made me think that she is kinda clingy and she was just talking in riddles, that actually she is not over the guy yet. Man oh man. Forever The Exs stories. When will there be a stop to this? How long are we gonna talk about the glory of our exes, which ex was better than which and who broke your heart the worst kind of way and who actually leaves the deepest wound in our heart?  Until when that you gonna compare all the new person that you meet with your ex. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you guys feel it’s about time…To Move On?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that we are coming to the end of 2011, we are getting another year older. Our journey continues. How long are we gonna carry the excess baggage from our pastime hurts and the memories of the people who have walked away from our lives. The word Clingy is very lame to me. I hate that word. It used to be part of me, as much as I tried to deny it. Slowly I learn to “let go” and yeah it does feel different. It feels good in a way, but of course, there’s one side of me still entertaining the lil thought about the possibilities that could happen if I did not do some mistakes that I did in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whatever your attitude in handling these excess baggage is…eventually the best thing is to let them off your shoulder and walk with lighter steps, moving towards the infinite possibilities in front of us. Yeah, we might have lost some really wonderful people from our mistakes, or the people left us for someone else, yeah, we could continue on how we cried for weeks and months from that excruciating breakup. It’s still a topic that comes out everytime we hang out. Maybe the only mistake is to renew them everytime that we have less space for new memories to linger. The past can’t hurt us anymore, and don’t be silly to still be forcing the past to interrupt your life. It’s NOT worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Especially now that you are seeing someone else, some of us are still so busy bringing up about the good moments between them with their exes, without thinking that the person in front of them is THE BEST person at the present. Seriously, don’t do this because I asked you to. Do this because you finally come to the realization that it’s the best thing to do. Come on guys… you had good memories, but you can make better memories with the person who is still in your life. Time for a new book. Be thankful for once that those in your past have carved the person you become today, and then close the book, because you are not gonna waste the person you become by still reading the old fairytale over and over again. It’s like after reading Cinderalla story for countless of times, maybe it’s time to materialize the part of the Cinderella story that you really want to happen to you. It’s time to Live Life fully conscious and awake. We have done all the mistakes, we have been hurt and healed, Oh man, we are officially a well-equipped homo sapiens. Guys and girls, We are good to go. GOOD LUCK. *winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Man oh Man. It’s 9th of Dec and why I feel so different? There is this thrill and excitement that should be there but aren’t there. Why is that? Christmas is approaching, and heck, it’s the best month of the year, I can’t just be sitting here not having that feeling of awe. One more. It’s the New Year. Yes, we are slowly leaving this 2011, a year that recently recorded a lot memories for you and me. Oh man. We are leaving THIS year!! Are you sure we have gone through almost 365 days to finally make this leap? Where are those people who complained that 2011 is a bad year despite only halfway going through it. I want to ask these people again just in case they’ve changed their mind. I seriously gonna expect some interesting answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p/&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, first thing first. Christmas 2011 is approaching...have you prepared your wishlist? Do you find it shorter or longer than last year? hehe. Whoaa, Santa's workload is seriously gonna be doubled this year. Hehe. What about my wishlist, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I used to have a wishlist for Christmas. Back in my first semester in University, I remember asking for a 3 point grade CGPA, I said to God, “…as my Christmas gift” and he didn’t give it to me. My heart was broken for more than once because I asked for something that I know I wanted but I was not given. Did I even study hard enuff to be a 3 pointer that time? I forgot to ask myself that question. The rest is history. I have quit asking for A Gift I don’t know I deserve. What I do now is “Get things done” earn the credit, Christmas day or not. Instead of just asking for this and that from God through my prayer, I go ahead and do my job. I slowly get what I want, one by one. By the time Christmas is approaching, I don’t know what else to ask for. Maybe I don’t really expect for a gift anymore. I just keep saying the same prayer that I say every other day. I pray that all the good things I have in my life, both Who I have and What I have, I wish to be given longer to have them in my life. Everything is looking neat now. Maybe a little messy here and there but I can handle them. I want to clean the mess… Don’t do it for me. I’m sure I am given all this capability to be able to handle things well, and I’m gonna do JUST THAT! So Santa… I’m glad that you exist in people’s imagination. At least we can make it sound like a joke when we ask for something ridiculous from God and we used you. Hehe. So, I’m gonna pretend to be saying to you, Santa, You Can Go To Rest. I mean, while the rest keep asking for a long list, I’m sure you have shortlisted candidates.  Hehehe. (You shortlisted people, you better have your chimney ready.  But I heard Santa has a flexible body, he can squeeze himself in even how small your chimney is. *LOLS. OK kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Lord… All the things I have learnt and understood, I feel like I can take it from here, discover more great things in store for us. What I leave to your care is protection for me and my loved ones, and all the nice people, from all the bad things around us. You have showed us so much mercy and never once that you have abandoned us although it took a while for us to see that You’ve been there all along. All the hardship that we have endured, is now in a form of armour that we can use to protect ourselves from doing the same mistakes again. I am so grateful, I could not say it enough, please let all this blessings stay as long as I deserve it. Thank you…muahss. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: For my Facebook profile, my avatar is in Santa Rina attire. Why not? It doesn’t mean that I don’t know that Christmas is about Christ and not about Santa. The Santa story brings this joy to the kids and it becomes a happy Christmas symbol, while what we learnt from our faith and religion will stay, and also grow, and not necessarily for a show. It’s not because we are ashamed of it, but we know peace and love that our religion promotes speak in universal language. If those can still reach out for the non-believers, WHY NOT. Let the wings of love and joy spread throughout the world, if some of them look at Christmas as a general celebration for people to gettogether and exchange gifts, let them. The Good Things Shall Remain Good. The way I see it. *winks. Peace out Peeps….&lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-2810434893793566179?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2810434893793566179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2810434893793566179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2810434893793566179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2810434893793566179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-letter-to-santa-i-am-not-sure.html' title='Another Letter To Santa…    I Am Not Sure.'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVF2_6CObj4/TuI9Qypc4zI/AAAAAAAACeQ/heihrJw6ThA/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-3520535692760585304</id><published>2011-12-03T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T02:07:12.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Your Love" by Yours Truly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I could not delay this anymore. Procrastination is a big time thief. I could not wait until I sound like a singer to finally post my own singing to my own blog. *LOLS.&amp;nbsp; I have talked about this for quite sometimes so IT'S TIME to "Just Do It". I know the music sounds a bit too loud, again, do not make me believe that I need another excuse to delay. Just let me post this and I'm sure you guys will just accept me as my poor humble self. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I picked this song, because of the key that matches my voice, and then I could do a little editing to make the song shorter so it goes straight to the point, no time to hear me breathing or snoring waiting for the next line (*LOLS) so this is how I did it. I think the song is really sweet too...I can just easily mean every words in the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you guys like it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for listening...hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He asked me, “How long do you give me to prepare myself to be good enough for you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Darn, I have no answer for that. Is there an answer available for this question?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How do you define “Good Enough?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all have this criteria for an ideal partner or life mate. Yes, we can go all the way, listing down all the details, but when it comes to the hands-on hunting, the more particular and critical we are about our criteria, the more we will come across failures and disappointments.  Still clueless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe it takes all the failures and “searching-in-vain” for the Prince/Princess Charming qualities to finally realize that we have issues with our criteria. I bet we have spent our whole love life time to seek the answer for this “ideal partner” that we’ve been looking for. If we get a little lost in this quest, we start to blame the fate that we are just NOT lucky enough in love. Should I beg to differ? Maybe I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are all the same. We go from one failed relationship to another. When it keeps happening, maybe there’s something to fix. It could be something from within us. With these weaknesses that are buried in our blood and genes, we can’t go around looking for perfection that only good with story-book descriptions. Reality Check, please :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe after a while, we are just forced to think using our adult mind. Without really giving up our preferences in life mate, we can still make things work. You ask me How? Lets me see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let’s say you find this guy who you have good chemistry with. Then you learn he is lacking in other fields that are equally important to you. You realized it too late that you had let go a special guy like this for too many times in your life, thinking that he was not well equipped with all the qualities that you seek. You keep looking for another who is better and better than the last one. Okay, then what’s the problem that you still haven’t found the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My recent experience really taught me a lot. How can I demand so much from someone when I myself is nothing near perfection. I myself, is also lacking in many things in someone else’s eyes. (Finally the mirror helps, again. Hehe) I have all my points to back up myself that I would start with “Nobody’s Perfect” and I'm improving myself, I will fix my ways, and I’m sure I’ll be a much better person soon. Yeah, I can say all that. But do I give the same space for others to speak the same to me? That they need chance to polish themselves BEFORE they can BE THAT person that we are looking for. Isn’t that logical? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What, do you expect good things to just fall from the sky? How can we ask for that when we have all our hands and brains to work it out ourselves. That’s why, Never give up someone who you find reasons to be together with. One of two down points are too lame to let someone go. Open your mouth, tell the person what you think he/she should improve, which part that you don’t fancy, and which part you think he/she overdoes. You often hear people say that it’s all about good communication. How hard can it be to say things to someone who is special to you? You can hurt the person once or twice with your words, but if he understands your intention, he would stop getting hurt. All that is worth trying rather than to resort to breakups. How hard it is to Groom one person, who you claim to be in love with, to finally be that most ideal partner of your dream.  Of course, there’s a give and take. You can’t change the person to totally a different person. You must allow him to comfortably be himself, accept his nature as long as it doesn’t harm the relationship. Remember, allow him to do the same to you. A Prince Charming is best to be with a Princess Charming, right? Hehehe. So, the mission is for both of you to shape each other into each other’s ideal partner. With this, hopefully you two appreciate each other better, and stay by each other side through thick and thin…:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Consider that your loved one is your best Masterpiece ever, don’t you fancy that? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evA37Ae9zws/TtfHJ0Zb1rI/AAAAAAAACd4/4IbC1V66V7I/s1600/in_search_of_prince_charming_tshirt-p235112505926557480zxz6n_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evA37Ae9zws/TtfHJ0Zb1rI/AAAAAAAACd4/4IbC1V66V7I/s400/in_search_of_prince_charming_tshirt-p235112505926557480zxz6n_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulation, this makes each of us Prince/Princess  Charming In The Making. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*giggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: Allow light posts like this once in a while…heehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-327131366300158534?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/327131366300158534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=327131366300158534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/327131366300158534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/327131366300158534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/12/prince-charming-in-making.html' title='Prince Charming In The Making'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rz1UpwNbaM/TtfH0kj8oMI/AAAAAAAACeE/CgjDoXuxU04/s72-c/prince-charming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-7506265426083012328</id><published>2011-12-02T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:41:36.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Can’t Buy Happiness, They Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsSFfxyZGX8/TtesbcaPNhI/AAAAAAAACdI/VsrXzABlkPk/s1600/demotivational-posters-money-cant-buy-happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsSFfxyZGX8/TtesbcaPNhI/AAAAAAAACdI/VsrXzABlkPk/s400/demotivational-posters-money-cant-buy-happiness.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still remember  back in secondary school, I used to read that sentence in a school annual magazine where students got to send their piece of writings. I was so impressed by this on writings that listed out all the things that Money Can’t Buy. I especially like the part when it says that Money Can’t Buy Happiness. I liked it eversince and been preaching the same thing whenever I have the chance to. Only now I think it needs review.  I mean, no, this is the era where people don’t really just buy any popular lines. This is the era where people find points to even  criticize what others believe for a long time.  So finally, there’s something good coming from it. I think that Money Can’t Buy Happiness needs some correction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My first question is, “Is Happiness For Sale?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, you get me right. How can you buy something that is not subject to be sold in the first place. Especially when it go against Money, the Chief Devil, it becomes so easy to manipulate the sentence and makes everyone who says it sounds like a warrior. Especially those who claim to not be among the slaves of Money. It makes me wondering again, is Money so bad or can we just go back to the fundamental understanding that Money is just a piece of printed paper which value given by human? The definition can’t get easier than that. Then how come suddenly Money appears among us as the Chief Devil, the source of evil that can turn a halo into a horn. I am not so sure myself as I am writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m sure you won’t go around asking, “Can wood make you full?” Wood is not a food in the first place, it should not be a question whether or it can fill your empty stomach. It’s silly, isn’t it? And then here comes another back up line from the people who disagree with Money Can’t Buy Happiness. They said that those who say that line are those who don’t have that money.  Enough with the argument. Come to think about it, the number one source of problem is always related to Money. It’s when you don’t have enough money to buy what you want, or you have debts that are still unclear and you are bugged to clear them on schedule;  it contributes to your biggest headache of the week and then, even how hard you try to get away from the daily basic of your life, it’s just so hard to go through one without spending a penny. So now, we are not yet talking about Happiness. We are still talking about the basic necessity of living daily with what is considerably good enuff to survive. They all need money. If this is not fulfilled, it’s the source of sadness and negative happenings in our lives, not just physically but also mentally and emotionally start to take place. So to the fanatic fans of “Money Can’t  Buy Happiness”, try to twist it around, without losing the meaning, the problems in  life is usually caused by the absence of sufficient money. So in other words, if you have the money to cover all your monetary needs, rest assured that the biggest source of your problem will disappear and without all this stress and heart-wrenching pain that is eating you from inside, it would be easier to have a calmer life and this will usually lead to a feeling easy and it should get really close to…Happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hey hey…I am not here to argue about the meaning of Happiness. We have come this far, you should know that it’s a term you call when you being in a state of wellbeing and contentment, and it’s when you define yourself as having this  pleasurable and satisfying feeling when things in  your life go the way you want them to be.  Money is the catalyst to majority of the process of reaching that state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, money can’t buy Sleep, but it can buy sleeping pill, or hot milo to make you go to sleep. Yes, money can’t buy  beauty, but it can buy all the beauty products that can enhance your looks, or even if you want to defy aging, you can opt for beauty treatment that can slow aging. Yes, money can’t buy Health, but it can buy medicine that treats your ailments or can afford you an expensive operation if you have critical disease. Yes, money can’t buy wisdom but it can buy books and magazine for you to read and slowly gain information  all the books have to offer, and money can afford you to go to school where you get to learn more and more. The list goes on. You can start saying all the things that Money can’t buy. If only you start to be more rational and think only about things that are FOR SALE then only you can get your points right at the heart of the issue. No more beating around the bushes. Yes, MONEY IS that important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look who’s talking. I have been living a moderate life. I can live well with just the sufficient amount of money but then I have issues with my definition of “sufficient” because as time goes, the need to afford more and more things to keep the steady and calm flow of life gets higher and bigger. I still need to work harder to earn more because I know, even if I claim to lead a moderate life, it just doesn’t hurt to earn more for future security. Okay, now don’t tell me that “Money Can’t Buy Security”. *LOLS. There are just too many arguments and debates about the popular sayings but then the facts of life STAY THE SAME. You can argue for years and never reach a verdict without realizing that everyday, you are actually “living” it. So, do not defy this. Be friendly with it. Of course there are many other elements that we can’t just simply have even if we have all the money, but I can say this. Money is “a weapon”. If you don’t use it to get what makes you happy, that means the problem is not with the money, it’s with you. Whatever it is, whether  you like it or not, you still have to BE SMART to live well.  It’s you who have the brain, so this thing called money that is not a living thing, who has no brain, can’t be your master. You can never be a slave to money.  Just treat money as what it is invented for. Agree? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Money… you see how you get us debating here. You’re something. *LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: Miss you guys (too)...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7506265426083012328?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7506265426083012328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7506265426083012328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7506265426083012328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7506265426083012328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/12/money-cant-buy-happiness-they-say.html' title='Money Can’t Buy Happiness, They Say'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsSFfxyZGX8/TtesbcaPNhI/AAAAAAAACdI/VsrXzABlkPk/s72-c/demotivational-posters-money-cant-buy-happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-2504534867411949882</id><published>2011-11-14T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:59:07.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Nite - On The Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p/&gt;&lt;p/&gt;*LOLS. Okay, that sounds a little fishy. Don't jump into conclusion first. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you see this much of my hair on the floor, what can you expect to be left?&lt;br /&gt;
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What a farewell with my hair... I want to miss you, but I have to let you go for now. Getting a new haircut is always my way of "changing air"...KNOWING that I can have "another you" next year. Fair enough? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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This isn't a goodbye, thank God our hair can grow back and in my case, according to some concerned people, my hair grows really fast. Lets find out again if they are right. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi people...I am not purposely abandoning my blog but I have been VERY BUSY. The length of my hair alone could prove it. I'll be back soon with a new post okay. Thanks for bearing with me :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-2504534867411949882?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2504534867411949882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2504534867411949882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2504534867411949882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2504534867411949882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-nite-on-floor.html' title='Last Nite - On The Floor'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoC13ZAlCwM/TsBkrvO2YTI/AAAAAAAACc8/bloM3zD1Eq8/s72-c/wasted%2Bhair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-2963123940116582198</id><published>2011-10-04T06:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:38:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging Gloriously...Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlVIEy4gfo0/ToozsaWGjgI/AAAAAAAACco/G3f_ohaOwa8/s1600/aging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlVIEy4gfo0/ToozsaWGjgI/AAAAAAAACco/G3f_ohaOwa8/s400/aging.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah, the idea of aging is Not That Cool to deserve a title like this. Hahahaha. Again, why would I write this if I think you already know everything. Or maybe you know, but you won’t mind to read something that makes the points look relevant and believable. What do you think? Okay, think no more. READ! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m gonna make this one fast before I pass this idea and let it go around the world before they go back to me. Okay...let’s start. Guys, what do you think about getting older? Every year just adds to the number. So? Are you wearing the kind of innocent mind that Kyle XY wears on the first season, when he questions, “Why do humans celebrate birthdays? Doesn’t that mean you are closer to death?” Thanks Kyle XY for making us more freaked out now. *LOLS. Ok Kidding :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want to write about the other side of “Aging”. Man oh man, don’t you realize it? I remember keep having this thought. As much as I want to hate aging, it just keeps pushing to me some points why Aging is –not that bad-. I mean, it’s almost glorious! Okay, remind me I am not mumbling for nothing. Let me try to think of all the points spontaneously. Okay, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don’t you think that being older is MUCH FUN? No one gonna question you what you do anymore. No one gonna find much reason why you do something.. They have TRUST that you know what you are doing and they just gonna let you do it.. Suddenly the “approval” that you get from the society is taking away what’s been holding you back. You better get used to it! Haha. Also, you sort of have this license to just go and Explore life, do what you like, with whoever you want to do it with, and feel totally okay with it. Not to mention how much your maturity does make life easier. No more too clingy on your partner, no more stupid jealousy that can be eating your internal organs slowly (*LOLS) and the coolest thing is, How you can just see things in a bigger picture, you can throw your meaningful smart smile of “Aha, yeah, I’ve been there.” And you can just handle matter wisely – with the options in your hands, you can just go straight ahead and make the right decision. Gosh, don’t you guys see that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of looks, don’t you guys see that the older people get, the better they look? Maybe their look will deteriorate eventually when they hit 60 or more, but I saw women in the 50s, still looking awesome. If you guys say it must be because of botox and maybe surgery, No, count that out. I know some women who are not exposed to that kind of “modification” and yes, they still do look better than their younger version. Just with natural grooming, and some nice clothes, yeah, people might still think they belong to certain age range but STILL, They Look Lovely. So what else to worry? Personally speaking, I feel the same thing about myself. If you like how you look when you were much younger, you must enjoy looking at the old pics, right? Different with me. Hahahaha. I saw my friends posting pictures of us when we were still at school, and I remember those pics, I thought I was giving good shots. I thought they were among my best pictures. Surprisingly, when I looked at them again, I almost could not recognize myself. I could not relate to that person anymore. I just couldn’t feel the smile and if it was mine. Strange. Although I am not as thin as I was back in college, but again, I didn’t really “miss” that thinness. I looked so immature and childish. Yeah, that smile was still mine, but it didn’t look at its best that time. Now, with the habit of taking pics daily, I am so used to how I look today. I can conclude something despite my red long hair and others, my looks are totally developed. It’s funny when people worry too much on looking older, but which do you prefer? Being young but plain or being older but looking much better? This is amusing. How could I even ask that. And Hellllooo? It’s not just you, together with your mom and dad, who are getting older. ALL OF US are adding another and another year. So this couldn’t be our enemy. There’s something wrong with how humans think to make enemies with the normal pace of life. Okay, but at least we try to open our mind on this and be a little friendlier with aging. OMG, do you think I call it glorious for Nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since we are totally developed now that we are adults, we notice that a lot of weaknesses that were once ours, are not there anymore. I notice that I am not that bad-tempered anymore. I notice that I am not anymore the superclingy girlfriend who got mad over little silly things. I am amazed at my ability to tolerate, to not blow up small things, and to not get affected by things that used to bother me a lot before. I notice that I am more relaxed, and finally, I want to call upon all the people who once told me that they thought “I’m Cool” because they saw it how I handled things in my life – which I never agreed to because I thought they didn’t know what they were saying…Until Now only I can agree with them that I think I am quite cool. Despite suffering from panic attack and adrenaline rush, I could handle things much better, keeping my composure in place and finally, Yeah, I just lurveee this version of myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I knew a few versions of myself that you could call yourself “Pity Me” when you happened to meet one of those. Now I am still the same person, just a much better version. It’s nobody’s fault that we met earlier, but I won’t promise you would feel the same about me. If I screwed up back then, and you prayed that I might some day change to someone better, just consider your prayer answered. My emphasis is on how every year adds to your age, are something like you bagging on “Add-Ons”. As far as Aging is concerned, like my favourite quotation, “It’s So Hard NOT To Be Better” :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So Feel Good, Look Good and Be Good. Suddenly you can finally say to yourself that, Look No More, I finally found myself. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To those who are so much against Aging, let me tell ya, you can refuse it how many times you want, but it’s not gonna change a freaking thing. You better make it work for you. The rest have found their ways, How about you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aging Gloriously. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3612336483677742128-2963123940116582198?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2963123940116582198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2963123940116582198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2963123940116582198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2963123940116582198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/10/aging-gloriouslywow.html' title='Aging Gloriously...Wow'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlVIEy4gfo0/ToozsaWGjgI/AAAAAAAACco/G3f_ohaOwa8/s72-c/aging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-6944737064381162464</id><published>2011-09-27T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:57:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spellbound By Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9e41gBSGf0g/ToC8942shII/AAAAAAAACcg/h33_Auh9YXM/s1600/fairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9e41gBSGf0g/ToC8942shII/AAAAAAAACcg/h33_Auh9YXM/s400/fairy.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guys, have you ever felt this great emotion of awe and admiration towards someone? It’s like some part of you is locked and trapped by her charms? That everything she speaks sounds like soothing lullaby and everything that she writes will either make or break your whole day? Have you ever felt that you’re almost out of control that you think you are under a spell? Sounds familiar? No? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To those who just said YES, this is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of course I don’t find this often. Some guys are just so cool when they come across the rare quality of girls that they are looking for. They don’t allow themselves to get too consumed by it. They can keep their composure and not show much. Thanks to Mr. Ego. Unfortunately, the rest just GIVE IN to it. They rather let the whole world see that they are totally at the fingertips of this so called Princess Charming (Or Little Witch) whichever you choose to call it. Hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This kind of expressiveness in guys is “quite a view”. Whether you become the spectator to this “Spellbinding Story” or maybe...or maybe it's you who putting the spell. How on earth did I decide to make this A Story? I have the need to write this so the guys can open their eyes. I’ve seen a few. And I’ve been in the place of the object too. I think I deserve to give views. If it’s applicable or not in your life, let’s discuss about it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me emphasize about “being spellbound” thru this so-called admiration. It’s not a bad thing. It’s always good to have something to look forward to the next day. It’s good to have something to miss and day dream about. Having this crush makes you Alive. Suddenly you have reason to smile and all the romantic ideas come to your mind. How can it be bad? The only thing is that, you gotta know what you get yourself into. This kind of admiration is sometimes over rated. If you get yourself in control, it doesn’t have to end ugly, agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;During this time, you will spend what you can afford on her. Go extra miles for her. You will listen to what she says. She will give you a sleepless nite just because she doesn’t answer your SMS or call. This will start to hurt you when you don’t know you’re so unnecessarily “remote-controlled” by her. Suddenly everything you do is motivated by&amp;nbsp; the thought of her. This can be a sickening view to others because you just can’t see it as much as others can. That kind of unselfish  surrender by yourself, is depleting your manly ego, but not for the right reason. What do you think? You like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will tell you from the side of the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She knows she found one true fan in you and that’s feeding to her ego. This is the time when she thinks that she finally makes use of her physical attraction and what it can do to men. This is not to mention if she’s the kind who is an opportunist, and she can use this “spellbound state” of yours to tap as much as she can before you get your senses back. Especially when she has nothing to lose but everything to gain. She can just delay your spellbound state, make it longer, just by using simple remarks that definitely gonna drive you nuts at any given time. If someone comes to you and try to knock some senses into you, trust me you will shoo them away. You think these people are just jealous. You think this people are so unlively that they want you to be like them too. Whoa. What if you are wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be thankful if this Princess Charming is not the Little Witch. Most likely she knows what kind of power she has on you, and what if she gonna use you like a puppet to get what you can give her. Whoa, 256 is being negative. Sorry but if I write all this just to tell you something you already know, I rather not write and I don’t think you want to read what you already know, right? This is about being cautious. It’s not hard to sort out. You can put the alarm signal if she’s turning into the witch as you two progress in  your spellbound era. It will be a lot of requests, and lot of funny dramas, a lot of sweet words that are forgotten, a lot of tiny warms thoughts that remain unproven, and the main indicator is that, You are totally the giver and she’s the taker. She does NOTHING on her side that takes some effort that serves your interest. It’s totally "Me me and me" for her. And guess what, you won’t mind at all – cos that’s how you enter the spellbound wonderland. Imagine if this girl feels nothing for you. Imagine if this girl continues with her life and delays yours. Imagine how much time and money you gonna waste – without security. And all this for, ZERO. What will bounce back to you is the feeling of total stupidity and the worst case scenario, when that happens, - She’s not even your girlfriend. The next thing you know, she packs her things and simple says, "I've found someone I truly like. I think you should look for a partner yourself. Thanks for Everything. I appreciate everything. Wish you well in your life". AaaUuuCHhh, :PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I speak this way because I’ve been there before.&amp;nbsp; I also made a little mistake here and there but that's how I learnt. Now that I'm here to tell you, do you still want to be a guinea pig for someone's learning playground? Okay, for some noble reason, you might say Yes, but be prepared to leave empty-handed. I know that it takes a lot of humanity in a girl to not make use of the guy who is totally over her. If she has a heart, she won’t keep giving false hope and keep him longer in this state of half conscious. Guess what, it feels amazing to have someone feels this way for you. But girls, you don’t go and make this guy a toy. You don’t go and make him your gold mine, despite holding this invisible magic wand that only needs a little swing before he follows your every order. No, don’t do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Message for the guys. Don’t let the girls use their physical attraction to fool you. I’m afraid you might overlook “the worthy one”. So now, do some self-examination if you are under A Spell by someone. Maybe it’s time to get your act together and…hey, hey. Guess what, there’s No Spell or black magic involved. It’s totally imaginary. Now you wake up and go back to reality, will you? Spellbound No More. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Note: Now don't say I don't remind you ah...hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fce5cd; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh. Yes, I miss you guys too. I'm BACK :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-6944737064381162464?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/6944737064381162464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=6944737064381162464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6944737064381162464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/6944737064381162464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/09/spellbound-by-her.html' title='Spellbound By Her'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9e41gBSGf0g/ToC8942shII/AAAAAAAACcg/h33_Auh9YXM/s72-c/fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-4424173829737217569</id><published>2011-08-16T04:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:24:08.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“He’s Gone and She’s Torn”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Suhgmql9VCc/Tkl-Ol3tjhI/AAAAAAAACcY/8L_nzPhSBuY/s1600/g%2Bbye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Suhgmql9VCc/Tkl-Ol3tjhI/AAAAAAAACcY/8L_nzPhSBuY/s400/g%2Bbye.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a very familiar case. Have you been in one? Read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To feel like on top of the world. I know how it feels. To fall in love with a guy when you think you finally found someone who you enjoy spending times with, sharing  all your laughters and cares, someone who accompanies you to go to everywhere you wish to go. What else? He proved to you that he was there for you, sacrificing his time and energy just to be with you. It doesn’t take a genius that This Guy feels the same way. No doubt about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unfortunately, life is made in such a way that it’s everything but a fairytale. Good things don’t last. Life of a person is never tailor-made to fit the overused phrase of “happily every after”. Eventually there will come to a part where things would shake…and then Wrecked. Ladies…I’m speaking for you. For those whose hearts have broken into pieces by the time you lose your man to another lady, in the name of Marriage. You know, it’s often that I heard cases like this. Surprisingly, I’ve been there ONCE. And that was all I could take. No More. Yeah, imagine how painful it is. No more, please no more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The guy walked into your life. He has some history that is not known to you, concerning “another lady” in his life. In most cases, the existing relationship that he has with his lady is not looking good and that is how fate brought you two together. You need a guy and there he came. The chemistry was so strong that you could not help but fall for this guy. He was like an answered prayer. Yeah, but something stopped you. There was an underlying issue that made you guys slow down for anything more serious. It could be a serious issue like difference in religion. It was something that stopped you from  expecting too much from this guy when it comes to spending future together…but since things just felt so right, you both just swept it under the carpet and never really discussed about it. The magical moments of being together made you want to forget all the cares and just believe that  eventually things would unfold the way you favour. The fact is that, nothing would change unless you change it. Knowing that this issue remains a thorn in the relationship, eventually the fact of life is taking its toll. You guys could not remain in wonderland forever. You guys still need to carry on with life, getting married and build a life. Responsibility and demands from family will finally catch up and disturbs your “beauty sleep”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suddenly here comes the issue when the guy was put in a difficult position of choosing whose heart he should put above whose. Whether he wanted to keep living in dreamland with the girl he loved but was not ready to leave her religion to marry him (You), or he listened to his parents who were concerned about his future and bugging him to get married. Any decision he would make, a heart gonna break. One fact of life that any adult could not deny is that, everyone who relies entirely on love, usually goes home not just empty-handed, but even empty-hearted.  Love might feel and look good at the moment, but you will never know how long and how well it could help you towards the best future. So considering all the factors, maybe you should UNDERSTAND why your man took certain decision. Knowing that you could not make yourself available to be in position to marry him, do you think he has a better choice?  And in the case where the guy was already engaged with a girl before he met you, and although something went wrong between them that made both of them drift apart and finally led the guy to you, STILL, it was complicated to undo the bond that involved 2 families who were in good terms and wanted the bond to continue. He has to take care of many hearts and put his own at the bottom. Can you imagine being in his position? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When the breaking news arrived, of course it broke your heart into pieces. It was the time when you thought of revenge. You closed all contacts with the guy, demonstrated anguish as much as you could so that the guy knew that he just did a very serious crime. Suddenly you wanted him to know that he was a very bad guy, playing with your feelings by marrying another lady. You wanted him to feel as much agony as you.You wish that the karma gets back to him very soon.  Yeah. I knew how painful it was having to let go off your guy that way. There was a spear stabbed you right at the heart. Damn painful.  I certainly don’t miss that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my case before, one thing that I could have done better was, “Never giving him the chance to explain himself.” Come to think about it, I got in his life knowing that he already had another girl before me, but this is one of those cases playing with small fire  that eventually get the whole place burnt.  The relationship was risky to begin with. I wonder, if only I gave him the chance, it didn’t have to end so ugly. Instead of calling him all the bad names, what if he really at the end of his wits that he had to take that decision. But wait, it didn’t mean that everything he has with you was fake and lies. Slowly I got back my senses and I didn’t feel so hurt anymore thinking that – I could not provide him a better solution to his situation. If I was willing to go extra miles to fight for it, it might end differently. But I didn’t. I realized that I claimed too much from him and gave him nothing much in return. I didn’t dare to go and meet his family so that he has a concrete reason to show to his parents why he had to call off the engagement. I did NOTHING. So how could I be the most hurt in this situation. I was only thinking about myself and how selfish was that. So ladies, study your situation and be rational. Part of his decision might come from you too. And seriously you were not the only one who were hurting so badly. Come to think about it, his burden could be heavier than yours. He would be thinking day and nite about you and how much all that has hurt you. The Guilt he has might put him in misery. He could be crying inside and not knowing what to do, stuck in a place he didn’t feel like he belongs to. He won't feel all this if you really meant nothing to him in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To be fair, I’d say the common mistakes of the guys in this situation. Most of them don’t have the guts to speak when they have come to the middle of the road. They didn’t want to hurt us but they certainly did the wrong thing by keep giving us hope that things were going to be Okay, that you two didn’t have to lose each other. Even when they were in the position to clear the air much sooner, like explaining to us that they had to proceed with the marriage since we could not give him a better solution as he was torn between us and their families, they DID NOT do it. They didn’t have the guts TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT  before it got worse. At least if they told us much earlier, we could prepare emotionally. Yes, we might scream and slap him at the time, but it showed a lot of maturity and responsibility. We might take shorter time to accept the fact and forgive him because we could feel his sincerity. All I could say is that, at one point, both parties were SELFISH. The hurt that both had to endure is THE PRICE we have to pay for every mistakes that we did in NOT handling it the best way possible. Anyway, things had happenned and they all now belong to the past. Agree? So the best to go from here is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Accept this as one hell of experience in our lives. The good memories will remain good and although the guy is gone, he was still part of the good memories. Move on from here, act as an adult and STOP from keep hurting yourself cos it will do nothing good to anyone. After all said and done, experiences like this are among the most valuable that life could give us. It taught us to love, to give, to share, to deal with conflicts, and how we heal our broken heart. All our tears are the proof that we certainly can endure this pain. Wipe those tears, ladies. You certainly don’t need a blurry sight for the more interesting thing to come in your life in the nearest future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe you can consider doing one more virtuous thing before you proceed to the next best thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Forgive him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome to more adventures in your life, as a better lady we have become now. Good luck :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-4424173829737217569?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/4424173829737217569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=4424173829737217569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4424173829737217569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/4424173829737217569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-gone-and-shes-torn.html' title='“He’s Gone and She’s Torn”'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Suhgmql9VCc/Tkl-Ol3tjhI/AAAAAAAACcY/8L_nzPhSBuY/s72-c/g%2Bbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1356534624088665486</id><published>2011-08-12T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T02:53:19.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Best Value When Beauty &amp; Youth Are Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAxoQ1tXHIQ/TkQkds5C5oI/AAAAAAAACcQ/WYTWdBVPEZQ/s1600/YoungOldLady.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAxoQ1tXHIQ/TkQkds5C5oI/AAAAAAAACcQ/WYTWdBVPEZQ/s400/YoungOldLady.GIF" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this woman. She went into my office and asked me whether or not I have any idea about this guy. She mentioned the name. Yes I know the guy. He used to be the guard of the building. He resigned not long before. According to hearsays, the guy resigned because his wife from Philippine came to Sabah to follow him. Along with her, are her 5 kids. The husband went away from hometown way too long. Just as soon as the wife and kids arrived in Sabah, he ran away to Singapore. That was what I heard. This woman must be his wife.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I looked at the woman and thought for a little longer. She has grown quite old, not groomed and nothing fancy to look at. I saw in her, a difficult life trying to survive another day. I saw in her, The Pain that she’s still enduring. I saw in her, the smile that was faked. Any woman would not have a freaking real smile when the man she loves abandons her. She couldn’t hide it from me because I’m been studying people forever. Although I am nowhere to pity her or to feel sorry for her; judging from my own unsettled life and neverending problems and dilemmas, I still think that the only reason I could feel sorry for her was that I was just a little lucky on that moment she walked in and had contacts with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I imagine that this same woman, used to be the girl that he wanted to be with all the time. He might do anything he could to win her attention. He might say all the sweetest words so that she would fall for him. Those were the days when she was still young and pretty.  Those were the days when life looked like a bed of roses. Those were the days when you thought the world was on your feet when another heart, belongs to the man that caught her eyes, confessed his devotion to spend the rest of his life with her. Yeah. This chronology was a logic one. Every girl who was once lucky, has this in her life’s history too. My mind told me that woman didn’t deserve to walk in like a beggar, asking people “Anybody saw my husband? Cos I haven’t seen him for so long” trying to hide a her raging heart. That is so unfair, man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come that someone, who used to be your princess, becomes someone you are scared of and you could not stand a sight of her? Even after she bore your kids who carry your name and dedicating her life to you …Is this all you repay her? Yeah, I’m a reasonable person. He’s just a human being. He likes to see nice and beautiful things and maybe his wife once has it but not anymore.  But please look at her again. She might not anymore wearing the beauty that once make your heart skip a beat but PLEASE look at her again. She’s still “that girl” that you married. Even though time takes with it her vanity but that is STILL HER. The soul that she has when she was your favourite girl, it was the same soul in that body. In fact it was THE SOUL that conducts her every thoughts and moves since she was born until she became the girl of your dream, and then the woman on your side, the mother of your kids – I bet all the time when he was away, she became the father as well as the mother for the kids although she was not given so much physical strength to do it. AT LEAST…at least…she deserves to receive that sight of appreciation although it was far from sincere but at least she deserves to be treated like a woman, and we are talking about the queen of your heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was thinking for quite a while. Whose fault when a guy falls for a girl just for all her physical qualities? If you think it was the guy’s fault, I bet the girl is enjoying it too when her beauty is appreciated. It’s not the girl’s fault for trying to look her best and she’s not to be blamed when her looks are the best quality that she has in the guy’s eyes. We can’t go around and tell the girl to not be loved for her beauty when we know it will fade. It’s not her fault, right? It’s still up to the guy to love her for what reason. We can’t blame a guy to love a girl’s beauty. We are made with the trait to appreciate beauty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can this be a reason for us ladies to DEMAND that “Men, do not love us for what your eyes can see.” Cos we certainly don’t want to lose our man by the time the beauty fades away. Do you want the guys to love us for nothing more than our face value? What happens when our youth leaves us? What are there left with us when  the wrinkles start to get visible, when we start to gain weight after giving birth, when our hair turns grey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even if you gonna love us for that, but let it not be the only reason why you love us. Can we still see that awe in your face when you look at us 10, 20 years later. Cos we are like you, another creation of God, should not be treated Less, especially when we have devoted our lives to you. We women, deserve more than that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It crossed my mind…would I still be appreciated for being chatty, talkative, opinionated, vocal, and what about me being the blogger, and all the things that I wrote and share with people; my qualities – ALL the things that I keep hearing from people who appreciate me. I wonder would my guy still appreciate my qualities that he includes in his answer when I first ask him why he falls for me. Would he start counting all my values from now and if so, it should be quite a mount of values he could rely on when aging takes its toll on me. And would that mean his feeling will not fade? This is more than trying to rely on pastime victory. This is about union between 2 people, the irreplaceable connection that is not based of what the eyes can see. I imagine that when 2 people have gone through thick and thin, they will love each other NOT in body, but in SOUL. After going through half lifetime together, WHY NOT finish it together. Regardless how much our flesh desire want to turn our back on this, if we get our senses right, we will eventually LEARN that THIS IS actually LOVE that people have spent lifetime to define. Only when they have spent that long with someone, they eventually realize that After all the Lust and Infatuation run out, What is left with them that keeps them happily together is this DEFINELESS bond. I bet God calls that Love :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love for a reason. For a Very Very Good Reason.  Make sure it will still valid when the beauty and youth are gone. God Bless Our Quest for that LOVE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-1356534624088665486?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/1356534624088665486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=1356534624088665486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1356534624088665486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/1356534624088665486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/08/her-best-value-when-beauty-youth-are.html' title='Her Best Value When Beauty &amp; Youth Are Gone'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAxoQ1tXHIQ/TkQkds5C5oI/AAAAAAAACcQ/WYTWdBVPEZQ/s72-c/YoungOldLady.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-3359483693830672625</id><published>2011-08-10T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T04:34:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Find Me Someone Like You”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS2gwRnvz-c/TkGWciagoRI/AAAAAAAACcI/OJXSbUdTJzA/s1600/blister-bubbles-girl-happy-Favim.com-111411_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS2gwRnvz-c/TkGWciagoRI/AAAAAAAACcI/OJXSbUdTJzA/s400/blister-bubbles-girl-happy-Favim.com-111411_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It’s funny how you just pass by some stations in your life without knowing how much it matters to the people you encounter. In some of them, they even have a special chapter for you if they were to write a book. I mean, wow. Sometimes you begin to wonder what’s in you that make you leave such a mark in some people’s lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You guys know that I’m always an analyzer. I have encountered with different kinds of guys in my life. To focus on a smaller scope, I shall speak about the guys who have positive encounters with me. How we got to know each other, and then got close to each other and then started to build some feeling, and then began to move a step ahead when we believed that we shared the same dream and until something happened that told us that it wasn’t meant to be. Those experiences with different individuals are not the same. Somehow, after you have associated with quite a few, you start to “get used” to some of the little similarities. Suddenly you are not that flattered anymore when guys start to sweet-talk. Suddenly you are not easily impressed with all the act of affection, material or emotion wise. Suddenly it takes harder for them to finally make you turn your face and really pay attention. Or you won’t have butterflies in the stomach anymore when you meet or talk with the guys for the first time. Even their flirting maneuver becomes readable to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some of these guys are fighters. Good trait. They would approach you even if they know you might or might not be taken. They would keep a little hope that you might not and even if you are, a little possibility that you might change your mind when you get to know them. Sometimes it’s funny to be in the position where you don’t know what to do. If you move your left leg, someone gonna get hurt. Same with right. So you end up stagnant, not moving so that you delay in hurting someone. Whether or not this impression is temporary, but it feels good and real at the time it’s happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I may be plain and not be much to some people, but some think that I have a big talent in writing. Every words that I write are magnetic to them, while the rest are not even impressed a bit. Surprising how subjective this is. Then it’s the same thing about how you bring yourself in public, your appearance, the way you talk, the way you do your hair…and something new they learn about you, they feel even more smitten and attracted to your traits. Totally understandable. Just how you can admire some people in your life. You think they are so lucky and blessed. What if one day you realize that some people put you in that person’s place. They admire almost everything about you. And when they think it’s not possible to be the closest guy to you, they would say, “&lt;b&gt;Can you find me someone just like you?&lt;/b&gt;" Someone who can write so well. Someone who has a blog. Someone who always have something to say to every question I ask, someone who likes to dance, someone who is nice to everyone…” Suddenly it made you smile when it’s like a redundant phrase. Of course they might just be flirting. Even if they are serious, the little voice in you says that No, you are not that good. When they say something like that, it’s like their last resort. if they think the chance is thin for them to have their way with you, so they could only wish to find someone like you. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maturity keeps us on the ground. Especially when it comes to the subject of picking the best person to live with. We know it’s a gamble. We could never be sure that we make the best decision. The good thing about maturity is we have ceased to look for perfection. We just be realistic about our criteria. Deep inside us, we wish that those who think we are special are realistic about their expectation too. Nobody’s perfect. *Winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can’t take yourself for granted when you have people reminding you that you are special and I can say that these people might make you love yourself even more. Now you don’t have a choice. &lt;b&gt;You have to love yourself more :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To -You know who you are-, Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOTE: I planned to share more things about this but I changed my mind. I rather make it simple this time. *giggles. Maybe next time, okay…hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am moved to write this topic because of what’s happening around me. Money is always The Chief Devil that causes us humans to stray from the right track. It’s just too easy to get possessed by the devil when Money rules our mind. WHY? Can you trust yourself anymore when you are with money? How powerful can money be that you would break all your words and lose all the trusts people built on you? Is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am surrounded by female friends with their own struggles. I have my own struggle too. This working environment is the Real playground. No more simulation. This is the real thing. In the midst where everyone has their own goal, and the fact that we are never silent of problems and troubles, this is where we are tested to the limit. With all the virtues that we are trying to hold on to, we find out that it’s just too easy to lose grip. Here comes the art of manipulation of many fancy name people call it. In the end, it’s about using one another to get to our own goals, and whether or not others are celebrating with you. Or totally the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have friends who are constantly depending  on others to save them from problems. For them it’s their friends’ responsibility to prove that they are the friends in need. If you don’t help, means you are not the kind of friends that is worth to keep. I have another type of friends who slammed that type, who know so well and in details about why that other type is not the kind of friends to keep. In other words, you witness how the backbite each other, and they are both your friends. Logically speaking, the type who is so good in evaluating the other type for not being competent friends, they should perform way better than the first type, right? Guess what,  as someone in the middle, I was quite upset to find out that they are both belong to the same league. I mean, all this while, I listen to each of them slamming the other, but they are just the same. Should I blame money as the culprit? It’s money that make them become friends who are never sufficient and always come to their friends for support and they would risk friendship and even familyship just as long as they get what their want. But then it is Money or is it just them who are too weak to get ruled by money instead of otherwise? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Money is really an indicator. To know how well you hold on to your virtues. You can speak about integrity, being honest, being trustworthy, and the list goes on…TRY It first with money. If you are given the sum of money to manage and handle, can you even do it. Can you promise to not cheat a penny. Or would you find a way to cheat with the excuse that you are a bit more unfortunate than some people so you should just be forgiven for your misconduct. What is it exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m a little frustrated with the attitudes of some of my colleagues. At one time they told me they were behind these rare values but they crushed it just like that when they were put in the circumstances to Prove themselves. Not even friendship matters that much. I hate the fact that I have to lose another and another person to trust. I’m frustrated that I thought, I have friends who would put  it the last that they would betray their values. I thought I was surrounded by people who would fight for it. They proved me wrong. Suddenly I feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then again, it’s my battle to Prove that I am not one of them. I will not have another person write something like that, referring me as a lost battle. I can’t go and spread good news when I myself is the bad news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As a matter of fact, To Practice What You Preach is still humans’ biggest challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Question is, are you gonna make it? Or just join the rest who failed? It’s time to prove. :) Best of luck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-2813659404931415829?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/2813659404931415829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=2813659404931415829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2813659404931415829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/2813659404931415829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/08/challenge-of-century-practice-what-you.html' title='Challenge of the Century: Practice What You Preach'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSXI/AAAAAAAACko/OvLXBiJ8Rdk/s220/profileblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5sY267wyIQ/TkFwyDbX5LI/AAAAAAAACcA/n708FPmTtPc/s72-c/practise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612336483677742128.post-1405928653696636824</id><published>2011-07-25T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:31:13.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reminiscence of Halfway Thru 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQw-3fH3IUY/TizTQBcFrjI/AAAAAAAACb4/eM9M5FGSyi8/s1600/self-reflection-robb-scott.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQw-3fH3IUY/TizTQBcFrjI/AAAAAAAACb4/eM9M5FGSyi8/s400/self-reflection-robb-scott.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since last month, a few individuals have brought up about 2011 being A BAD YEAR not only for them, but for most people. These people have just broken up so we understand that life might not look too neat to them that time… but  to say that 2011 is a bad year, like what I told them, “It was not even mid year. It’s not fair to label 2011 that early.” The most I pity are these people who have lost faith that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, as if they were saying the rest of the months are going to be Lifeless for them. Come ON. Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not gonna give the same kind of motivational preach this time. I TRUST you guys can handle it from there. Today I did a lot of thinking. My mind was recalling back memories that I had at the same month, last year. Is my life better now, than the same month last year? The answer is gonna be interesting. The answer is NO. Should I join those who said that 2011 is a bad year? I mean, could it be that what they said is going to be true? ErrmMMM…NO WAY. No that fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my deepest thought, I could not lie to myself that last year, same time, my life was so much adventurous than this. I also couldn’t believe that “That was me” and it was only last year when things were looking so different. I was A Different Person. Oh man. Was that even me? I remember that I was considered half floating half walking. There were things that I did with me being half awake. Seriously.  Last year was filled with excitement compared to same time this year. My oh My. Am I close to labeling 2011 being dull and less lively? Okay. NOT YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took my time recalling back the people I have in my life. Other than my family and my closefriends, some places were taken by different people. Maybe these people made my life looking so interesting that time. It was worth remembering although it wasn’t a good ending. Okay enough with that. Now I want to identify why THIS YEAR isn’t that interesting? Have I lost my sense of humour? Have I lost my ground to enjoy life that I give myself a boring life this year? Cos it’s clearly my own doing, ya see. I can’t blame others why my life is not as interesting as before. I can’t blame my surrounding for making it less adventurous. I can’t  blame it on other people why they are not around to make my life looking that excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But it’s only July, guys. Don’t talk about next month, you don’t even know what gonna happen tomorrow, or the day after that. There are a few months to make A Big difference to 2011. Although I can say that compared to same time last year, this year is considered gloomy but I can expect some “explosion” in the months to come. I have FAITH that 2011 is gonna ba  A GREAT YEAR for me. Maybe it’s a slow start but again, it’s about how we end it. At the end of the day, don’t you think 90% of it comes from us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh man. Come to think about it…I totally underestimate my 2011 so far. Yeah, maybe I had some adventures last year but look, I am enjoying myself now. I can’t believe that typing half of this post, without the realization that This year so far has done wonders to me. The new people that come to my life, they are a lot of fun. Maybe it was just my fault for not giving it all the justice it deserves. My work is doing good, although I deal with a few crooked friends, but my customers are giving me trust like never before. I guess, all the effort of being strong in the past years finally starting to pay back. This year, opportunities are open in such a way that I can advance myself so much better than years before. Also, I feel like I am more IN CONTROL of my life. It‘s always about me, what I want, what I decide and how I make things happen.  Being another year more mature, I handle things so well. No more prolonged cold wars, emotionally or physically. I have faced situation that can turn me into a mad cow, but it didn’t happen that way. Instead, I refuse to blow it up and accepted that some conflicts could caused by my own mistakes too. Oh gosh. I am on my way to become a much better individual. How can I not thank God for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a silly thing to do when I have great people telling me of my worth, although I always want to deny it, why don’t I just really consider that they really mean it. It’s not like I have another lifetime for all that. IT’S NOW…OR Never. Now I have the answer. I have almost full power to DO IT and turn this year into a Superb year. Now that we know we have this power, don’t you want to use it? GO USE IT and MAKE THIS 2011 BIG in History.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This kind of Red is also a brave pick, although not the bravest so far. I remember 2 years ago I pick this kind of red that almost "barbie-doll like" because you could see this red in the dolls' hair.I mean, darn. I ended up going out using my cap. *LOLS. But when I asked my friend, "Do I look like an Alien?" She refused to say, Yes. She kept saying, "It looks nice bah" but some time later she mistakenly made the remark that "the kind of hair was a bit punky" (Yeah, and I know how to spell funky Hahahaha. What I mean is, Punk-like...Erks) No MORE that kind of RED!! Hahaahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So this is finally the colour that is adored by many of my friends, even customers even relatives. My mom and my sister won't have much to say about my hair colour, just as long as they said once that my "Medusa hair looks good" - I'm fine with it. Hahahaha. (My Medusa Hair is what I used to call my curly hair cos when it gets too messy, I don't know if I look like I Medusa, but I feel like a Medusa. Hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can take a 100 of pics but it's not easy to get the picture that truly shows the real kind of red that my hair has now. This picture is almost Very Accurate. I am so sorry because the pic happened to be "Just Hair" so no matter if I was trying to smile cute at the camera, this snap ignored it. Darn it. I have to candid my own pictures at different angle and see if I get the colour right. I purposely make some part of the picture blur so you won't see the mess in my office...hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Although I have received good comments about this colour, I never believe that Hair colour can be that much of your appearance. To me, it's about you and your own hair. If you feel good when you look at the mirror, that's enough. I'm just lucky the rest like it. Even if they don't, I will still like my hair. My hair is such a blessing. Just to have this hair to cover my head...Oh God, Thanks. Especially to have this thick hair, and now that it's waistlength, it's everything I ask for a hair...hehehe. Okay, shall I end this short post with something about hair, well, lets just use this. "Love your hair and your hair will love you." Thank you. *LOLS. Have fun everyone :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612336483677742128-7475455878892381488?l=twofivesix256.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/feeds/7475455878892381488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612336483677742128&amp;postID=7475455878892381488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7475455878892381488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612336483677742128/posts/default/7475455878892381488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofivesix256.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-hair-kind-of-red.html' title='My Hair Kind Of Red'/><author><name>Twofivesix[256]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09251573693303832778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z61dg-VM2M0/TxlSStlgSX
